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He steps back then, his eyes flashing before his jaw ticks. “It was all for nothing in the end. I still nearly lost you. Do you really care so little for yourself?”
I laugh, my eyes moving from his to Maxim, who is now pulling off his shirt, to Rémy, who stands with his arms crossed in the center of the room watching me.
“You all think you know me? Think just because you stuck your dicks in me you have some kind of ownership over me? Fuck you all. You know nothing. You see my tears and think, what? That I’m so sorry I scared you all that I’ll beg on my knees for forgiveness? Did you all forget your parts in this? If you think for one second that sex is going to fix everything between us then you’re all giving your dicks way too much credit. What happened today, and all this shit between us is just a blip in comparison to what I’ve been through, what I’ve seen, what I’ve done,” I tell them, whispering the last part as my voice chokes.
“So yeah. You all took what you needed from me and got your rocks off in the process, knowing I was going to get hurt. But you did it anyway. You did what you did because, to you, at least, your reasons were valid. So why is it that when I make those impossible choices, I’m reckless, stupid, thoughtless, selfish? Did I miss anything?”
They don’t say anything, but I notice Calix is tugging his T-shirt off over his head.
“Not everything is about you. It sure as fuck isn’t about me. I wasn’t thinking about me, you, or my friends when I dove for Lena. All I was thinking about was her. Twenty years ago, I stood naked at midnight on the beach with water lapping at my feet, and I figured the only way out would be to walk into those dark waters and let them swallow me whole. I had nobody left to miss me. Nobody to save me. I had nothing. I was nothing. So, saving Lena was also me trying to save myself. It’s part of why I save every girl I do. Redemption.”
Rémy cocks his head to the side, working something out. Whatever it is, he masks it before he steps forward. He sits in the chair I was in, and before I can figure out his next move, he has me yanked over his lap.
I yelp, unable to break my fall with my hands tied behind me. The breath is knocked out of me, and my tender body protests, but Rémy doesn’t give me a second to get myself together before his palm slaps my ass hard. The sting makes me gasp as a burn spreads across my skin. He rains down smack after smack until my whole ass feels like it’s on fire.
“Never, ever will you do something so fucking reckless again.”
“It’s who I am,” I sob when his hand soothes over the heated skin.
He unties my hands and lifts me onto his lap and cradles me like a baby. “No, it’s a part of you, but it’s not who you are. Who you are is mine.”
“And mine.”
“And mine.”
I turn to find a very naked Maxim and Calix behind me. Rémy practically tosses me to Calix, who carries me upstairs to the bedroom. I stare at the tangled sheets on the bed. The last time I was in this room, everything fell apart.
“Calix—”
He kisses me, swallowing my protests. He lowers me to the bed and follows me down. He positions himself at my entrance and slides inside me. I whimper, and instead of pushing him away, I pull him closer, like a part of me is trying to absorb him. He fucks me in slow, deep strokes, building me higher and higher before he rolls us, reversing our positions. His mouth never leaving mine. I jump, pulling my mouth from Calix, when I feel hands on my back.
“Relax, Sugar. Let us look after you.” Maxim’s voice washes over me as pushes me forward, and a soft snick sounds before cool liquid splashes over my back entrance.
He slips a fingertip inside me, making me tense. He presses kisses to my spine as Calix slows his movements.
“Relax,” he repeats before sliding his finger deeper inside me.
After a few minutes, he adds a second finger, then a third, until I’m squirming and muttering incoherently. When he pulls them from me, I know what’s coming. I feel myself tense again with nerves, but Calix murmurs endearments in my ear as he reaches between us and strokes my clit while Maxim eases his cock into my ass.
I squeeze my eyes shut, taking shallow breaths. Once the sharp sting of pain disappears, nothing but pleasure remains. I moan, which Maxim and Calix take as a green light. They grip me harder, fuck me faster, and bring me to an orgasm so intense that I blackout.
It takes a moment or two for me to regain consciousness. When I do, my body shivers because someone is playing with my clit. I open my eyes, unsurprised to find Rémy between my legs.
Maxim and Calix are gone, but I can hear the shower, so I know they haven’t gone far. Rémy is so focused on my pussy that he doesn’t notice me watching him. He slips his fingers inside me, dragging out Calix’s cum and rubbing it around my clit before he climbs to his knees between my legs and uses some of the cum to wet his cock. My pussy spasms at the carnal image in front of me. I’m not sure why I find it so arousing, but I do.
Instead of thrusting inside me like I expect, he drags the head of his cock over my clit. He looks up at me, his gaze intense as he repeats the action. I squirm as he strokes himself over my clit, sliding it backward and forward and side to side, reading my body’s reaction to what I like best.
When I know I’m going to come again, I cry out his name in warning. As if he was just waiting for me, he comes, coating my clit and his fingers before he thrusts his dick into my pussy and finishes inside me. Pulse after pulse warms me from the inside out as I come, squeezing him tightly, making his orgasm last that much longer.
It drains the last of my energy, which might have been the point. I can’t run if I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m aware enough of him pulling free and of feeling a warm cloth cleaning me up, but that’s all I remember. If I had stayed awake, I’d have seen each man find a spot in the room to watch over me while I slept.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Ihug Cain and thank him again before he heads to the private jet. Hunter and Griff are already on board with all the kids we’re flying back to the States.
It’s been a week since the incident at the hospital. A week since Lena took her life. In that time, I’ve had to deal with anger and arguments from everyone, but slowly they’ve begun to come around.
After talking it through, we decided the children would be safer in the US, at least until we can trace their families. I don’t know if Santos worked alone or if others were involved—if they were, their first step would be eliminating the kids so they couldn’t talk. Not that they were up to talking yet. Most were far too traumatized. Cain runs a charity dedicated to children. With a billion dollars at his disposal, a Candy girl for a girlfriend, and a team of people to act as twenty-four-hour guards, I know they couldn’t be in safer hands.
