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“What are you doing?” she breathlessly pants. I grab more strands into my grip and pull them even harder so her head is fully tilted back. She groans, thriving on the pain.
Dropping her hair, I press my chest into her back and grip her hip tightly with my hand, digging my fingers into her.
“The darkness that lies inside you. It craves to be released. You’re barely holding together, liking the depravity we bring out in you.”
With my free hand, I slip it under the hem of her baggy shirt and skate my fingers across the smooth skin of her stomach. I can feel goosebumps rise on her skin. Her breath hitches the more I touch her and I can’t help but grin at the effect I have on her.
I run my fingers under the waistband of the sweats she’s wearing, tempted to dip them further inside. She rubs her thighs together like she always does when she’s turned on and arches her back into me. Everything in me wants to push this more, to feel just how wet she is right now. I want to taste her sweet juices and lick her into oblivion, but I won’t give into the temptation.
I remove my fingers from her pants and run them up her perfectly tight stomach.
“Theon...” she whimpers, just as my fingers graze the underside of her smooth breast. She sinks her body further into mine, and I’ve got her just where I want her.
Her body reacts louder than words ever could, crumbling under my touch, craving the savage way I could ravish her. She wants to be pulled away from her mundane life to live where she’s free to be herself, conjuring up the most shockingly wicked dreams.
I don’t need her words to see that. To see the darkness that lies beneath her skin. Every now and then, it bubbles to the surface and I’m patiently waiting for it to erupt so she can realize she’s more like us than she’d like to admit.
Removing my hand from under her shirt, I drop the other from her hip, taking a step back. She stumbles to regain her balance from the lack of my support holding her up.
“What the hell?” She spins around to face me. Her face is getting redder the longer she glares at me, and I have to do everything in my power not to laugh at her angry pout.
“Better be careful, princess,” I say before turning around and walking out the door.
What a fucking day!
Theon rattled my brain with his mixed signals. I had a panic attack when I thought they were taking me back to the pool. Ace tried to kill me. Oh, and I’m desperately attracted to three guys I’m supposed to despise. Three men who have been nothing but fucking nightmares to me.
Can’t say I’ve ever experienced anything like it.
Did Tommy fuck me up this bad? Or is this just who I am?
I rush to the door, jiggling the handle to no avail. Fuck, it’s locked. I shouldn’t have expected anything different. The door has a double-sided lock on it so they can lock it from the inside and outside, making sure there’s no way for me to open it unless I have the tools to pick it. They’re keeping me trapped in their castle until they don’t need me anymore. I can’t let the upgrade to my sleeping situation soothe me entirely. I honestly can’t blame them either. If I was in their position, there’s no way in hell I’d trust me either.
I’m not telling them anything, but I know what I am to them—leverage. They could use me as a bargaining chip to get information they need. They can continue to torment me with the things they know, taking that final straw that will break me into pieces.
Fuck!
They better fucking let me out of here instead of keeping me in this room at all hours of the day. I’ll have to figure out a way to convince them to let me out, trust me with some freedom. Otherwise, I’ll have no opportunity to work my way out of here or find anything out about them.
Looking around, I instantly start searching for something I can use as a weapon. There’s no furniture besides the bed and a fucking chair.Are they really this terrible at decorating or are they just that smart?I smirk to myself, thinking about how easy it would be to pull out a dresser drawer, break it, and stab Ace with it.
A small pang of sadness fills me knowing I probably won’t get the chance to do just that.
What a shame.
There’s a window, but it looks like they’ve nailed it shut and have some sort of flex glass on it that’s probably unbreakable. I move to the door in the corner, assuming it's the closet, but it’s completely empty.Maybe there’s something in the bathroom.Closing the closet door, I head to the bathroom. They took everything I could use as a weapon—the shower curtain and rod, the mirror, the toilet lid, and even the fucking cabinet doors.
They really don’t trust me… and rightfully so.
I huff in frustration and strip out of the baggy clothes they put me in. I might as well get comfortable. Contemplating cleaning myself up, I glance at the white tile shower. My eyes catch on the same shampoo and body wash they gave me downstairs and a smile pulls at my lips. I can practically smell Blais’ sandalwood scent just by looking at it.
Blais Monroe might be crazy, but there’s something about him that I’m drawn to.
I’m getting to him physically and emotionally, but he’s also breaking through my walls—which wasn’t supposed to happen. He’s charming, sweet, and the kindest out of all three of them. It’s hard not to be drawn to his charisma.
I’m supposed to stay detached, but the longer I’m here, the harder it becomes. I feel the pull to each of them. It makes my skin crawl, but it also makes me want to jump their bones every time we are next to each other.
I’m fucked up.
