The Moretti Brothers

 


"I was theirs to be used any way they wanted, punished if they saw fit, and to be humiliated when they needed a good laugh." ~ Theodore Moretti 


"You belong to your brothers."

That's all papa ever said.

And Prince and Lucas never let me forget that every inch of me belongs to them.

I was nothing but a slave to my brothers. Even in their eyes, I doubt that I even qualify as their brother.

I chewed on my bottom lip staring up at the skylight. Watching the late morning bleed into the early morning. I was sandwiched between my brothers as they slept. Their arms and legs are thrown over me to make sure I don't leave our bed for my own bed. The twins always had trouble sleeping alone but I was their remedy for sleep. Fucking me until I'm weak and their hunger is fed.




Author's note: 

Originally posted on Wattpad under Unique_High. This is an AU of my original story: Love Scars. This is just a preview until I post the full chapter sometime this weekend. 

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