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She glares at me, waves of vibrantly colored hair tumbling over her breasts and her beautiful brown eyes filled with a wild mix of emotions that rivals my own.
“Now,” I bark, trying to ignore how much that look in her eyes calls to me. In truth, it’s just another sign that I need to stay the fuck away. Get this shit with her sister done, move ahead with our plans against West Point, and then remove her from our fucking lives.
Riley lifts her chin, holding my gaze just long enough to give me a silent “fuck you,” then turns and walks up the stairs, head held high and naked ass bearing my marks.
Something hot and possessive stirs inside me at the sight.
It’s unacceptable. It’s fuckingdangerous.
I wrap the tie taut around one of my hands as Logan and Dante step forward to flank me. The three of us watch her leave in silence, and after a long moment, Dante is the one to break it.
“Madd?” he prods quietly.
“It’s fine,” I say, my tone short.
Logan snorts.
None of us take our eyes off her.
All of us know I’m lying.
It’s not fine. The girl was supposed to be nothing to us, a means to an end, but now she’s becoming something more. Affecting all of us. Bearing marks from each of us.Getting under our skin.
She’s become a shared obsession.
And tonight, that almost got us all killed.
28
RILEY
I can feelthe men watching me all the way up the stairs, so I keep my shoulders straight and my head high, despite the pain that radiates from the belt marks on my ass and the flush that seems to cover my entire body.
As soon as I make it back to my room, I kick off my heels and crawl onto the bed, pulling the blankets up over myself.
I’m pissed at Maddoc for humiliating me like that, but another part of me feels like I actually got off easy. What I did tonight was reckless and dangerous, and if I’d been thinking clearly, there’s no way I would’ve caused a scene like that. It didn’t help Chloe and might’ve only made things worse for her.
It definitely made things worse for us.
So compared to the things that filtered through my mind on the drive back as I considered how Maddoc might punish me, belting my ass was actually pretty tame. It could’ve been a lot worse… but that doesn’t explain my body’s reaction to it. It doesn’t explain why I was leaning into the strokes of Maddoc’s belt by the time he delivered the final few, or why the fierce licks of pain that burst through my body made my clit throb and my pussy grow wet.
Why did I enjoy any of that?
I roll over onto my back, hissing as the soft bedspread rubs against my raw ass. It fucking hurts, but for some reason I don’t roll back, taking a perverse pleasure in the flaring pain.
“God, I’m a freak,” I whisper, clutching one of the pillows on the bed to my chest.
I don’t know why I need the pain, but it grounds me, and it eases some of the ache in my chest that’s lingered there ever since I saw Chloe at the club. It gives my mind something else to focus on besides all the ways I feel like I’ve failed her, and although I’m not sure that was Maddoc’s intent, I’m almost grateful for it.
Fuck, did he hear me moan when he belted me one of those last times?
Dante and Logan were standing there watching. Could they tell that I was turned on?
I close my eyes, still hearing the deep rumble of his voice as he counted off each stroke, still feeling the phantom pressure of the tie around my wrists. My pussy clenches, and I whimper softly. I don’t understand my reactions to these men, or the things they bring out in me. I don’t understand who I am anymore.
“Fuck,” I mutter, tossing the pillow aside and getting to my feet.
I grab a robe, a lightweight lavender one I’m almost certain Dante picked out himself, then throw it on and slip out of my room, heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
