Page 91 of Midnight Curfew

Milo pulls her back around, shoving her headfirst through a door. He grips her hard, holding her as she stumbles down some more stairs, another hallway, and into a room.

Others are waiting for us, and as soon as she notices it’s seven of us instead of just four, she stops.

Two other men wait in the room, and a young woman leans against the back wall. Next to the pool table.

She cocks her head, taking Liv in.

Petite, blond, blue eyes…Just like Clay.

Walking over, she smiles gently, her long, smooth hair falling over her left eye just a little, and her full red lips open to perfect white teeth. She’s dressed conservatively in tight black pants and a tight, short-sleeve black T-shirt, and I don’t think she’s more than a year or two older than us. Beautiful, young, soft…

But then she drops her gaze, noticing Liv’s arms behind her back. “Why is she tied up?” she asks.

I come around to her front and look between the two girls. “This is Morgan,” I tell Liv, ignoring her question. “Your date.”

She slips a finger inside the hem of Liv’s panties, but Liv jerks away. Shooting out her foot, she kicks Morgan in the stomach.

She yelps, stumbling backward, and Liv widens her stance, ready.

“What the hell?” Morgan blurts out, holding her torso and glaring at me. “You didn’t tell me she wasn’t into this.”

“She’s into it.”

But she charges to the wall again, grabbing her bag as she continues to clutch her stomach. She marches for the door. “I don’t do shit like this.”

Fucking hell. Every muscle tightens, and I almost stop her, but she’s got a pimp I don’t need on my ass, too, dammit.

Liv holds her head up and looks in each of our eyes in turn. “Looks like you’ll have to do your dirty work yourself,” she tells me, tugging at her restraints. “Come on. Who’s first? It’s my first dick, so I’d prefer a little one to start. Milo?”

I shake my head as a snarl crosses his mouth.

“Come on,” she taunts. “Blow my mind. Fuck me so good I go straight.”

He charges up to her and grabs the back of her hair, shoving her onto the pool table. “Shut up.”

She flips over, sitting up, and I can tell by her staggered breathing, she’s scared.

But she’s pissed, too. “Come on, baby.” Her jaw flexes. “Come on. Show me what a man is.”

He reaches down, unfastening his belt and jeans, and I stand up straight.

Shit—

Tears pool in her eyes. “Yeah, look at that thing,” she grits out, biting her lip and staring down his pants. “It gets bigger when it gets harder, right? I can’t wait to see.”

He grasps her throat. “Shut. Up.”

“Oh, come on, baby,” she growls. “You wanna feel me? Huh? Wanna give it to me? Wanna show me how it’s done? I know you can. I know it.”

He shoves her back onto the table, and I open my mouth to stop him.

“I don’t think you can,” she groans, egging him on. “I bet your dick is so soft, it’s like a floppy, wiggly worm. You’ll have to turn me around so you don’t have to look at my face. Isn’t that right, Callum?” She eyes me where I stand, back by the door. “Isn’t that how you’ll have to do me, too? Turn me around and jam that pathetic, droopy appendage inside me by pretending I’m him. By pretending I’m—”

I launch at her. “Shut up!”

Milo’s hand whips across her face, but it doesn’t wipe away her smile.

“I’ve got five of you motherfuckers at home!” she shouts to the room. “Is that the best you got? Huh?”