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“I'm not sure what kind of woman you think I am, but I'm not one of your little groupie sluts.” I cross my arms and lean back in the chair more.
I'm not going to beg these God-like assholes, but I need to figure out how to get them to be mature about this. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to go about it alone. I study each one briefly before my eyes finally stay on the one who propositioned me.
“I'm not saying anything of the sort, but you must know that everything comes at a price, Kitty Cat.” He glances down at his opened jeans and tugs them just a little lower with his thumbs, “Are you going to sit there and tell me that you have never thought about how my cock would fit down your throat?”
I'm not about to admit anything to the Lords, least of all my sinful thoughts of all three of them. I lift my brow at him and then make it a point to glance down before rolling my eyes, “I came here for your help because my father told me that I could count on the three of you,” I stand up, “What a fucking joke.” I try to move, but Oakley pushes me back, causing me to lose my balance and fall back into the chair.
“Not so fast, Saint!”
I glare up at the one guy that could probably get me to do anything if he wasn't so cocky about it. I may not be a slut, but I'm a young woman with hormones, and these three are the hottest guys on campus. I sigh and then lean back once more, crossing not only my arms but also my legs. The throbbing that has begun in my nether regions is becoming too much.
“What the fuck more do you want, Oakley? I'm not sucking you off just for you to turn me down unless I suck your friends off too.” Yeah, I'm onto his little game.
He gives me a knowing smirk; I fucking knew it, “You're definitely not like the rest, Kitty Cat,” He leans back into me, only this time, he makes sure his package rubs against my knee, “That's why we are going to help you.”
I'm afraid to tear my eyes away from his eyes because I know they will automatically look down, and I can now feel his full-blown member rubbing up and down on my knee. He's been doing it the whole time, and his jeans have worked their way down.
“Uncross your legs, Kitty Cat.”
“What? No...”
“Do it, or I will do it for you,” Oakley grins, “At least give me this...”
His voice has a pleading edge to it, and what can I say? I'm a sucker for these Sinners. So, very slowly, I uncross my legs, and he opens them just enough to push his shaft between my knees. I can't do it any longer, I look down, and now I wish I hadn't. He's thrusting himself, using my knees to jerk him off. It's the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and yet the hottest.
“Jett got to use those tits; it's only fair that I get to use something as well.” He bites his lip and picks up the pace.
“Oh, my God...” It's all I can say in this situation.
I watch as Oakley Harris uses my knees to get himself off. I'm not thinking about the end result, like where he will shoot it off when the time comes. No, I'm just fascinated that he has the audacity to do something this perverse with someone he hardly knows.
“Admit it, Little Saint, you love watching him get off.” Fynn's voice is close to my ear but doesn't faze me much.
“Are you feeling it yet, Lovely Lina?” Jett is in my other ear as his hand slides down my arm and then lower still, “Are you feeling the burn deep inside...” His hand stops just above my crotch.
I don't respond to either one as my heart pounds profusely. I'm too focused on their friend, not wanting to miss a thing. What is wrong with me? I should be running from these crude and cocky Sinners...but I can't.
“That's right, Kitty Cat; watch closely as I mark you as mine.” Oakley groans, and then suddenly, it's there, shooting out all over my legs.
I can feel the warmth as it seeps through the fabric of my thin leggings. This is the second time I've sat here and let one of the Lords spew his shit all over my person. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“I-I have to go,” I stutter a bit and try to get up, but I'm held down by Jett and Fynn.
“Not until you answer my friends, Kitty Cat,” Oakley smirks as he tucks himself back into his pants, leaving the front undone like before.
“Excuse me? Answer what?” I wrack my brain, trying to remember what they were asking me, but I'm drawing a blank.
“I asked if you loved watching him get himself off.” Fynn squats beside me so I can see his shit-eating grin.
“I'm not even going to dignify that with a response,” I glare at the Lord, but he seems amused.
“What about my question, Lovely Lina? Did you feel the burn deep inside?” He slides his hand toward my crotch, and I slap it away this time.
“I plead the fifth,” Being a smartass isn't going to help me with these Sinners, but it sure feels good.
“Well, since you won't answer, I guess there is only one other way that you can leave here,” The grin on Oakley's face doesn't bode well for me, but I refuse to back down.
“I can sit here all night if I have to.” I refuse to back down from these fuckers.
