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“Work?” Alistair mutters.
Felix eyes Alistair as they march into the room. “Punishment.”
Nessie, the snake, hisses at me as the boys carry me inside.
Felix flicks his fingers. “Put her on the cross.”
My eyes widen.
The cross? That wooden thing I saw before?
Oh God, does he intend to use it as some sort of torture device?
I shudder as Dylan brings me to the device and sets me down, only for him to tie my legs to each end of the cross. I almost fall down, but Alistair captures my hand and pins it to the left arm of the cross while Dylan secures both my ankles. By the time they finish, I’m fully strapped in, and the ropes are gone. One trap replaced with another. Fuck.
The moment Felix pulls out a big knife, Dylan and Alistair step back.
I gulp as he approaches and lets his eyes travel over me. He zips down my coat and pushes the fabric aside, revealing my white shirt and blue shorts that I bought at a cheap store after I ran from campus.
“The damage you caused … you thought it would go unpunished?” Felix says through gritted teeth. “Think again.”
SLICE!
The shirt falls to the floor in pieces.
And even though my heart races, I keep my eyes fixated on his.
“I was finally starting to trust you,” he says, “and then you ran off and betrayed us.”
SLICE!
My bra splits in half and falls to the floor. His eyes slowly lower to my nipples, and I can see the muscles in his jaw tense as he swallows like he’s trying to hold himself back from ravaging me.
“Felix …” Alistair mutters.
“What?!” he barks, turning around.
“What are you doing?” Alistair asks.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Felix replies, his top lip inching up into a half smile as the knife slowly creeps underneath the fabric of my shorts. “I’m going to remind her of her place.”
SLICE!
Without looking, he cuts through my jeans, ripping them to shreds on one leg before slicing through the other piece. It slides off me like water, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“But we were the ones who broke up with Eve. She has a right to be mad,” Alistair says.
“Mad, yes. Burning down our fucking school? No,” Felix says, turning to face me again. “That’s a step too far.” The cold blade against my skin makes the blood rush through my veins. “You touch the school … you touch our fucking families’ money. So now I’ll fucking touch you.”
RIP!
The panties slip off my body and onto the floor, and goose bumps scatter all over my skin. Two fingers immediately fondle me, and I’m having a tough time focusing.
“This was my pussy. Mine,” he seethes, rubbing my clit over and over. “But this little fucking pussy dared to fucking destroy everything in her path. And now it’s going to fucking pay.”
Sweat drops roll down my back as I struggle against the restraints while he continues to rub me until I’m dizzy.
“Shouldn’t we interrogate her?” Dylan asks.
“I’d rather have some fun first,” Felix replies, swiveling his fingers back and forth across my slit. “See her eyes roll into the back of her head while I deny her the very thing she craves so much.”
He leans in to whisper, “We may have broken up with your sister because she wanted it, but I have no intention of ever letting you go. Make no mistake, Pen. You may hate me, but you belong to me until the day you draw your last fucking breath.”
His fingers dive into me, and my lips crack from the tape splayed across, desperately trying to moan.
“You thought orgasms were nice?” he grits, thrusting in and out until I’m wet as can be. “How about being denied?”
He pulls out again, leaving me hot and bothered.
Fuck. I hate it. I hate how much he knows about my body. How to make me yield.
He walks to his cabinet, only to take out what looks like a silicon rose with a nub in the middle. My eyes widen when he approaches again and turns it on right in front of me.
He licks his lips. “Your swollen clit won’t stand a chance, Pen.”
He presses it against my pussy, and oh my God, the pressure is just like a tongue, but it vibrates. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and it quickly makes me pant.
“You can already feel it building, can’t you?” Felix says, narrowing his eyes.
Then he takes the rose away from my clit again, leaving me in a jumbled mess of wantonness.
With a wickedly dangerous grin on his face, he leans in to whisper, “I wanna see what you can handle.”
And he pushes the rose to one of my nipples, vibrating it until it’s taut, after which he covers it with his mouth, sucking then nibbling until it stings.
And I almost, almost want to moan.
