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“Such a dirty girl. You wanted to be fucked by all of us; well, now you know what it’s like to be owned by us.” With each thrust, I punctuate my cold words. “Maybe you should have thought about what it’s like to belong to all of us before walking around with nothing on.” As I sink my cock deep, I pinch down on her clit this time and she shatters.
My balls draw up, and my hips jerk, and I’m unloading into her. Hot streams of cum fill her tight cunt, and I keep hitting as deep as possible while she lets out a string of muffled cries against her palm.
Christ. A few white spots crowd my vision as I find myself bent over her, breathing heavily.
I’d planned to pull out and walk away, leaving her there marked up and damp with freshly-fucked tears staining her face. But something stops me, and I don’t know what it is, but for a moment, I’m struck immobile by the glisten of wetness coating her long lashes. Even in the dark, I can see the pink blossoming high on her cheekbones. Her lilac hair tumbles around her nape and jaw in the places where her curls have come loose.
The only sounds filling the darkened kitchen come from our rough breathing, and the racket of my pulse as it begins to recede in my ears.
My cock twitches, still buried deep inside her. More than interested in all the ways to explore using our new toy.
Though I decide that can wait, instead, I pull out with a grunt. Holding the cotton to one side, I watch with rapt fascination as I see the welling of cum at her swollen entrance. She can keep that evidence against her skin, proving exactly how much she enjoyed every minute of getting bent over and used. This girl needs to remember who she belongs to now.
“These stay on,” I say as I readjust her panties to keep my claim right there.
She doesn’t move, and I suspect it’s because I’ve fucked all the fight out of her.
I shift at her back, hooking the long hem of Ky’s shirt back down, then tuck myself away. My eyes are fixated on her curves as I do so, following the slope of her thighs where the t-shirt ends right below the soft flesh of her ass cheeks like a goddamn invitation for round two.
“Just go. Leave me alone,” Fox whispers brokenly.
Which is what I absolutely plan to do, but not before I’ve picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. I stand over her until she pees, ignoring her protests. It’s only upon threats of taking her bathroom door off its hinges permanently that she finally relents. Her eyes won’t meet mine. Good.
She seems lost in a quiet daze as I settle her beneath the covers of her bed.
Standing back, I’m a statue beside her mattress as she rolls over, turning her back on me. For whatever reason, I stay firmly rooted there and keep watching as she drops into sleep almost instantly. Her sooty lashes rest across her damp cheeks while her breathing turns shallow, shoulders rising and falling in slow succession. Because if there’s one thing I know for sure now, is that my demons are quieter than they’ve been for a long time.
And I don’t know what to do with that information.
32
Ihave a serious problem.
I’m sicker than I thought.
The way Raven claimed me last night and forced orgasm after orgasm out of me might have broken my brain. I hate him for what he did, but not more than I hate myself for enjoying it. Afterward, when he watched over me, I couldn’t even look at him, because…what the fuck is wrong with me.
A man forced me to have sex, even when I said no, and called me a dirty slut.
But I liked it.
Possibly more than liked it, even.
Turns out I’m more of a freak than I dared admit to myself before knowing these men. The sense of disgust in how much my body enjoyed last night crawls across my skin like spiders.
He’s right. I could have called for Ky. He gave me every opportunity to get away, or seek help. But, instead, I let him use me…shame scalds my cheeks when I think about the fact that I came harder than I’ve done in a long, long time.
If ever.
The imprinted memory of his rough hands and cock buried deep inside me leaves heat rushing to the tips of my ears. Not to mention that when I woke up, I discovered a glass of water left for me on my bedside table, alongside a silver foil packet containing a couple of painkillers.
Something inside me says it is a dangerous idea to allow myself to believe it was him who left them for me while I passed out asleep.
Although, it appears that my body is now finely attuned to the presence of both Ky and Raven. Both men watch over me tonight from the edges of the ornate ballroom at Noire House, looking like gods poured into their jet-black suits. I can feel the weight of their possessive gaze over me; however, as per the terms of their plot for revenge, I make my way through the crowds of Gathered. Alone.
That doesn’t mean they’re immune to this lingering desire that seems hell-bent on captivating all of us. My naughty Viking nearly had me bent over the hood of the vehicle tonight before we’d left the compound. For a moment, I thought they were set for another round of sharing me when I caught wolf boy looking at my ass like it was his next meal, but instead, he shoved Ky into the vehicle and made sure I was secured in the backseat.
In all honesty, I wouldn’t have made a single peep of protest if they’d chosen a different course of action. My pussy has been tingling since the moment I saw them suited up in all their handsome, murderous glory tonight.
