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“Fuck you, Luke.”
He just laughed and continued to piston in and out of her. Veronica had moved past the embarrassment point. The boom box had run out of batteries and died, leaving only the crackling bonfire and the chirping crickets. The night felt unreal and ancient, and when she looked up, the stars seemed to beckon her to join them. It was like the day before when she’d lain in the grass, floating on the endorphin rush from the branding.
Whatever was happening wasn’t about doors and misogyny and rights and indignation. It wasn’t about which gender made more money or if men objectified women too much in bikini contests. It was pure, raw animal lust that reached inside her and flipped something low in her gut.
He gripped her hip again, jolting her out of the state she was in, dragging a whimper from her throat and her attention back to him.
“Who do you belong to? Whose mark do you bear?”
“You... y-yours,” she panted.
Then for the second time with him, she came. The men shouted and whistled and catcalled, adding to the surreal nature of the moment. Luke pulled out and finished by hand, leaving a trail of cum dripping down her stomach.
“Next!” He pulled his jeans back on and zipped up, then went to sit on a bale of hay, his dark eyes never leaving her.
Robert stalked her, purpose in his gaze. A tear slid down Veronica’s cheek and she closed her eyes. A calloused thumb brushed it away.
“If you don’t want me, I won’t fuck you, darlin’. I’m not a rapist.”
Was Luke? Yes, no, maybe... but... it hadn’t felt that way while he was inside her. She’d chosen to be there for the experience instead of disconnecting, and she felt more high from the rush than the drugs they’d given her.
Had there been a single moment in which she hadn’t wanted Luke’s hands on her? She’d been afraid he might kill her or hurt her, but afraid he might fuck her? She couldn’t remember. She might have protested his ownership of her, but her body had known its master the moment he’d gotten close enough for her to get a whiff of his aftershave.
Veronica’s attention snapped back to the naked, erect man in front of her, so strong and muscled and tan, with sun-bleached streaks of blond in his longish hair. Then she remembered he was waiting for some sign of consent.
“Really? Y-you wouldn’t just t-take me?” She wasn’t sure she believed the nice-guy act. Maybe he was setting her up for punishment.
Would Luke be angry if she refused his friend?
Robert shrugged. “Luke just pays me, and we’re friends, but he doesn’t own me. I want you though. Ireallywant you.” He stroked her side, then his fingers drifted down her hip and between her legs.
Neither her mouth nor her body protested when he slid one finger—and then two—inside her, pumping in a slow, easy rhythm. His mouth found the side of her throat and he kissed her softly there.
He whispered in her ear. “If you don’t stop me, I’m going for it.”
She didn’t stop him. But she didn’t come, either. Nor had she been as wet as she’d been with Luke.
When Will’s turn came, he didn’t ask, he just took like he had the right to her because Luke had granted it. She came bucking uncontrollably against him. The same pattern followed with Jake. Though Jake was gentle, making her come against his fingers before he ever penetrated her with anything else, he hadn’t asked for permission.
Her eyes went to Luke to find a dark, satisfied smile on his face. Did he know Robert was the only one she hadn’t come with? Did Robert know? Was he offended? Was she going to be punished for it?
A look passed between Robert and Luke that she couldn’t decipher and didn’t know if she wanted to. A manipulation had happened, and Luke had proved his point.
The guys ignored her now, drinking and talking amongst themselves as if she were no longer there as the fire died down.
Veronica’s arms and legs were sore from being tied up so long. Luke took a warm, wet wash cloth and washed her, then he untied her. When he was finally finished, her arms went around his neck, too tired and weak to grip very hard, and he helped her back into the house, leaving the others behind.
Neither of them spoke as they went up the stairs. Veronica’s head was too full. Even if Robert and Luke had orchestrated it as some sort of fucked-up object lesson, it still troubled her. The men who had taken without waiting for an invitation had made her come. The one who’d shown consideration and asked permission, hadn’t.
Her lack of protest after the option had been granted with Robert, had been a tacit consent, but it had amounted to pity sex. The kind she’d had with everyis this where you want me to touch you?man she’d been with in the city. She hadn’t said no to any of the others, including Luke. Perhaps that was a kind of tacit consent as well, but if she’d said no, even if she’d cried and panicked, she couldn’t be sure if any of them would have stopped.
No, that was wrong. When she’d had a breakdown in her bedroom the other night over the forced masturbation, he’d stopped and rocked her and comforted her. He’d thought she was Trish at the time, but still, she could reach him. His love for Trish reigned him in. His former lover was now Veronica’s guardian angel.
When they arrived at the top of the stairs, she turned toward her room, needing to fall back into a blank sleep so her mind wouldn’t be so busy and troubled.
“Veronica.”
Her hand was on the doorknob when he said her name.
