“I’m not a serial killer.” I cup Asch’s crotch. “I haven’t killed anyone.”
“Zayden would probably disagree,” Asch retorts. “Oh wait, he can’t, on account of being dead and all.” He pushes against my hand, but he’s still soft in his pants. He turns to face me properly and tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side.
Blaze steps in behind me and undoes the clasp to my bra.
“Huh. You didn’t wear a sexy one this time,” Blaze says as he pulls the simple white bra off.
“You guys kept ripping my nice underwear,” I point out.
It’s an excuse.
I’d thought about it.
Then I’d thought aboutthem, and I’d gotten so mad, and all I wanted to do was scratch their faces off because why the fuck would they invite me on a date after everything they’ve done to me?
I could still do that.
I drag my nail along Asch’s cheek.
He leans into the touch, and it digs harder into his skin. “That’s how it’s gonna be tonight, huh?” he murmurs, grabbing my wrist and twisting it behind my back. “You want to fight?”
“I want tofuck,” I growl.
I also knee Asch in the stomach, and he loosens his grip enough that I can pull my arm free.
Blaze suddenly wraps his arms around me from behind. “You’ll get to fuck, Pandora. I’ll fuck you up so hard, you’ll be seeing stars.”
“The three of you aren’t even undressed yet?” River asks from behind me. “Maybe I should get back in the shower.”
He’s only wearing a towel slung low around his waist, water still dripping from his hair from where he’s only messily toweled it partially dry. I have a good view of the top half of his body, where he’s obviously taken a pummeling from the discoloration of bruises already beginning to blossom on his chest.
I grin at him and drop my hand down to my crotch, slipping it past my unbuttoned jeans and my simple white panties.
“Blaze and Asch just aren’t as efficient as you are, River,” I say. “So much talking and yapping.”
Asch yanks at the waistband of my pants and underwear together and pulls them down. I let him help me out of them.
Only then does he start to strip, his own muscles as impressive as River’s even though he doesn’t seem to want to use them for anythinginteresting.
“The one talking all the time is you,” Blaze says. He pinches my ass, making pleasure zing through me. “What are we thinking? Pandora on her back, we take turns?”
“Take turns?” I laugh. “Come on. You’ve got more creativity than that.”
“Yeah, Blaze,” Asch says with a smirk. “Be more creative.”
River approaches me, chest-to-chest as he steps in close. His hand closes around the back of my neck as he urges me in for a deep kiss.
The scents of blood and sweat are gone, replaced with perfumed soap and cheap hotel shampoo.
Sorry. Expensive hotel shampoo.
It’s cloying, awful, fake.
I wrap my arms around River and dig my fingers into his skin while I kiss him back. I bite on his lip and try to find the cut there, the one I’m sure will bleed if I bite or lick enough.
Or I could create a new cut.
I bite down harder.
