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He kept making me cry on purpose, but I couldn’t stop. Crying in a cell with Brad wasn’t helping anything. I had to get away.
“Fine, kill him. I gotta go.” I stood to walk away.
“I’d rather torture him.” Tristan pulled me to him.
Our bodies pressed together. His lips crashed into mine. I opened my mouth to allow him access. He kissed me with everything he had. I kissed him back, not caring Brad was inches from us.
My back hit the wall. Warmth pooled between my legs, I was ready for him. His kiss was intoxicating. In that kiss, I gave myself to him. All thoughts faded away. He grabbed my thighs and put my legs and his waist.
As we kissed, he ground himself into me. I moaned against his lips. Fuck, my body was sizzling. My hand was in his hair, deepening the kiss. His cock rubbed against my pussy. All that was between us was a little bit of fabric. I wanted more. I wanted him inside me. Shit, I needed him.
I reached down between us to grab him. Tristan grabbed both my hands and placed them above my head.
“Not yet, little psycho.” He showered my neck with kisses.
“Please.” A chill ran up my spine. I didn’t need to fuck him, but I needed to cum.
“One more day.” He kissed my lips again.
“Please,” I begged.
“I can’t wait to fuck you. Your pussy is gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He rubbed against me again. “When I’m done, I’m gonna come down here and torture this dumb fuck for ever laying a hand on you.”
Brad groaned next to us. That was why Tristan was kissing me the way he was. It was another form of torture for Brad. I wanted to stop him. Tell him that Brad could care less if anyone kissed me. He never cared for me.
“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered.
Tristan pulled back and studied my face. “What?”
“I mean the kissing. I know you are only doing this to torture Brad. He never loved me. He doesn’t give a shit if someone else has me.” I looked down.
“This has nothing to do with him. You need to stop thinking anything does.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “This is about you, little psycho. He has no power over you, and you need to realize that.”
“Okay, can we go?” I asked. Tristan had never kissed me or talked about fucking me. Yet, here he was in Brad’s cell talking about it. The only explanation was to torture him. His crap about Brad having no power over me only reminded me that Brad did.
“Not until you tell me what you are gonna do to me tomorrow.” He ground his cock against me again.
“Why?” My voice cracked.
“Because I need something to hold me over,” he grinned.
“Oh really?” I rolled my eyes. “Okay, Tristan. I’m gonna ride you while Ethan plays with my tits, and Adam watches.”
Ever since the limo ride, I had thought of all three of them. Our wedding night was fast approaching, and I would be with all three of them. I didn’t know if it would be one at a time or all three. My stomach twisted. No way I could handle that.
“Good girl.” He released me. “Now we can go.”
As we walked out of the cell, Tristan stepped on Brad’s hand. Brad groaned and mumbled something as we left. I wasn’t positive, but I thought he called me a bitch.
I found Dottie a few minutes later in her room. She was playing with some tech machine when I came in. Dottie saw me and dropped what she was doing. Then she locked the door.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I looked into it.” She chewed her lip.
“The glitch?” Yes, finally, some answers.
“Yeah, but are you sure you wanna hear this?” She started pacing.
