I stop to think about it. “What he wrote about the act.”
“Did it turn you on? Reading it? Hearing him say it out loud?”
Eli’s gaze lifts from his book and meets mine. Why does this always feel like therapy sessions? Like they’re trying to dissect me and get me over my perceived hang-ups. These boys go too fast for me to keep up with.
“Yes, it turned me on.”
“Reading or?—”
“Both. They both turned me on. Not that I can do anything about it,” I add bitterly. Touching myself in the shower, I’m sure I could have gotten myself off.
“Of course you can, princess. Just say the word and we’ll come over and make sure you come as often as you like.”
My mouth opens and closes like a fish. Not exactly what I want, but I could imagine them willingly coming over to get me off. Unfortunately, I imagine they’ll expect the same in return. Would they stop with just hands? Or would they keep pushing me until I give in?
And then what? What do they do once they get their prize? Do they become assholes again? Do they just keep taking from me?
“I’m good,” I finally get out. No need for horsemen to infiltrate my room and get me off, however they plan to do it.
“Of course you are, kitten.” Eli sets his book to the side. “You’ve never even had an orgasm, so you don’t know what you’re missing.”
His dark eyes take in my hardened nipples beneath my camisole. A pull reaches inside me and grabs the strings of desire they’ve worked so hard to build up. Just a word or a look is enough to make me want more.
“I’d prefer to go slow,” I bite out. I’d prefer to find a way off this crazy ride, but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen.
“Until you don’t.” Luke smirks.
“Meaning?”
“The first day we kissed, had we been anywhere but at school, we could be past this beginning part. We could be buried inside you as often as we want. And believe me, princess, we want and often.”
I press my thighs together at the ache welling between them.
“We own you. And if we want to tell you, in detail, what we want to do to you, you’ll listen. Have you thought about how it will be that first time, Harper?” Luke’s voice spins around me like it always does, weaving his web until I’m helpless to resist him.
“All four of us touching your body. Playing with your breasts. Sucking on your nipples. Our fingers between your thighs, parting you, entering you, stroking you. Our lips on yours, fucking your mouth with our tongues while our fingers and tongues fuck your pussy, until you are so dripping wet our cocks will slide into you over and over again, until you scream our names from coming so fucking hard.”
Swallowing, I look down at my hands. I can imagine it. I’ve thought about it. It terrifies me how badly I want it. Want them. It shouldn’t be this easy for them. They’ve stormed into my life and decided I’m theirs.
They own me.
With no consideration for what I want. Want to stay a virgin until college? Nah, we have a scorecard to check off and you’rethe last box we need to tick. And this will be no simple tick. Not just one guy. No, I have to take four because they say so.
Because they’ve decreed it without a single thought about who I am or what I want.
Can they make me want them? Yes. Who doesn’t want the guys who rule the school to notice them and want them? But they don’t give a shit that it’s me, Harper Davidson.
I’m just holes to fill for them.
I turn away from the camera and turn off the light in my room. They can stare at the back of my head for all I care. They want to own me for the year and control my every movement.
But they only care about my body, and that might be enough for me to hold back that horny bitch inside me because even she has standards. They want a placid little doll they can fuck. I wanted to make it through senior year without them.
None of us are going to get what we want.
CHAPTER 28
Awol
