The brothers Part I
“Dylan? Dyvan?” I called them. My voice was very faint and so hoarse that it was incomprehensible.
I wrapped my hands around my neck and frowned when I touched the wounds. I probably had cried too much last night; I did not have enough strength to make a sound.
I looked for any notes. I did not want to move or go anywhere because of the aching all over my body.
As if I was ravaged by sharks.
“Dyvan, Dylan, where are you guys?” Still, I tried calling for them. My brows furrowed when there was no answer. I got up and I realized that my body was naked, and every inch of my skin was covered with teeth marks and red love bites. Everywhere I touched, it was so painful that tears brimmed in my eyes.
I had never had sex like this before. I must admit that I was the one who asked for it.
But I did not think it would be this rough.