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This… this didn’t sound like his typical dirty talk. This sounded like he meant every single word, like the man himself, Alistair Montgomery, was begging me to tell him that I needed him, not just his dick.
My feelings were a mess, but through it all, I told him something that surprised us both, I think, though it really shouldn’t come as a shock to either of us: “I need you, too.”
It was like that was all he needed to hear, because seconds after that, his eyes slammed shut and his cock pumped deep, twitching as he let out a deep-throated moan. His hips took on short bursts of movement as he filled me up with his seed and his body collapsed on top of mine.
He breathed hard, and he made no moves to pull his cock out of me right away. Resting on top of me for a few moments, he leaned his face against mine. “Something must be done. I can’t go on pretending. I’ll have to sit Gareth down and talk to him, but not tonight. Not until he calms down.”
“What if he hurt Rick?”
“Rick will be fine. He can take care of himself.” Alistair let out a long sigh. “I wish I could untie you. I wish I could stay here with you.” Another sigh. “But I can’t.” With that, he placed a soft kiss on my lips and rolled off me, finally pulling his cock out of me. His cock, from what I could see, still wanted to go another round.
He knelt between my spread legs, working on putting himself away. Once he was put together, his belt done and his shirt tucked into the waistband of his pants, he reached for the dildo and met my eyes.
Right. He had to put it back in, otherwise Gareth would know something more had happened—something more than what had already happened.
Alistair pushed the rubber cock in me slowly, and I had to stop myself from moaning. His hard dick wasn’t the only one that wanted to carry on. My body could go for another orgasm or two. Or three. Or, you know what? Who needed to keep track? As many as Alistair could give, I’d gladly take.
But tonight was over, at least for us, because once that dildo was inside me again, he crawled off the bed, straightened himself out, and threw one last look at me—a long, lingering look that told me everything he’d said was true—before turning and walking away. Alistair slipped out of my room without saying another word.
I lay my head back on the pillow, once again staring at the ceiling. Silence took over the room once again, and I struggled to calm my body down. It was doubly hard, thanks to Gareth’s rubber dick, but after a few minutes, I managed to soothe my rapidly-beating heart.
And then it hit me, what I did today.
I had sex with three different men in less than twenty-four hours, and I’d enjoyed each and every time. Something had to be wrong with me. Before my mom’s wedding, I hadn’t even had my first kiss. To go from that to this… shit. What were these guys doing to me?
Maybe they weren’t doing anything. Maybe this part of me had always existed, and it had just been waiting for someone to unlock it, to let it out of its cage. And it just so happened that I’d stumbled upon not one, not two, but three guys who brought it out of me.
Three.Three. And one of them was an artist, just like me, who just so happened to be a serial killer who liked to collect the blood of his victims. The other two were more than ten years older than me and both off-limits in different ways.
How was this going to end?
Chapter Fourteen – Brianna
I managed to fall asleep sometime after Alistair left, though please don’t ask me how. I wouldn’t know what to tell you. I was woken up before the sun rose by someone else coming into my room. This time, I knew who it was before he said a word.
Gareth.
Gareth came straight to the bed, and he said nothing as he crawled onto the bed with me, laying down beside me and holding me against him. He set his head on my pillow next to mine and yawned.
I didn’t know how long he’d been gone, but it had to have been a while. I didn’t smell any blood on him, nor did I smell any bleach. I hoped that meant he didn’t kill Rick after all. If he had… I didn’t know what I’d do. Kill him in retaliation? Doing that would be like cutting off my own nose to spite my face.
“Gareth,” I whispered his name, “can you let me go now?”
He mumbled out a string of incoherent words, but in the end, he reached up to the rope around my wrists and undid it. He rolled to his side, allowing me the opportunity to undo my ankles myself—and finally pull that freaking dildo out of me.
The dildo came out first, then my left ankle, then my right. The skin underneath the area where the rope had been burned, and the wrist that I’d cut was a little sore, but all in all, I’d say I was no worse for wear… mostly.
Maybe I should’ve gotten up and put some clothes on, but all I did was lay back down and roll onto my side, facing Gareth. His eyes were closed, but he had to know I was staring at him. I asked, “Did you…” I couldn’t seem to finish the question.
Gareth rested a hand on my hip, pulling me in closer to him. It took everything in me to not pull myself away. “No. He’s still alive. Happy?” He sounded tired, but at the same time, he also sounded annoyed, like he hated the fact that he’d left Rick alive.
My silence made him roll over to my nightstand and grab my phone, which he must’ve set there when he had me knocked out and was positioning me how he wanted me on the bed. “Don’t believe me? Here. Text him. Oh, yeah, I went through your phone while you were out. I know you’ve been plotting with him.” He handed me my phone, and then he took off his glasses and put them on my nightstand, like he was going to sleep here or something.
A part of me wanted to message Rick, but I also knew if Gareth was telling me to do it, that meant he wasn’t lying. It also was a test, him waiting to see if I would trust him on it or not. In the end, I set my phone aside, near the dildo, and watched Gareth’s face.
He looked so calm next to me, so peaceful, his eyes shut, his brown hair messy. In a way, this was a vulnerable side to Gareth I’d never seen before. I brought a hand to his face, caressing his cheek, and the action made his eyes open just a bit. I had no clue how well he could see without his glasses, but it didn’t matter.
“I believe you,” I whispered, and then the caress turned into a slap. Not hard, but not too gentle, either. “That’s for leaving me here tied up with that thing inside me.”
