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Still, I’m a little uneasy about this part of the plan. We’ve already fucked with her a lot today, and we’ve never gone this far before. Sure, we’ve done plenty of things to her that she never consented to, but none of them were ever sexual. And now…
What am I going to do if the guys go to far?
Whatistoo far?
If you ask me, we’ve already crossed the line, but I can’t tell that to Wes. He needs this. On some level, I think we all do.
I don’t like acknowledging the monster inside me. He usually lurks in the corners of my mind, shoving dark thoughts into my consciousness when I least expect them. Any time he sees an opportunity to cause someone pain, he takes it, and I have to wrestle with him to keep him under control.
It’s exhausting.
Athelia truly doesn’t deserve all we’ve done to her. Who she dates and sleeps with is her business. But she tangled herself in our web, disturbing us in the process. She’s become our target. Our prey. A metaphorical punching bag, almost.
I suppose that’s what happens when you shove three sadists in detention repeatedly for most of their senior year of high school. We became fast friends, and we realized pretty quickly that we needed an outlet for the darkest parts of us. When we decided to attend Pemberton University together, we found one.
So far, Athelia’s been strong enough to withstand everything we’ve thrown at her. But what if that changes tonight?
I can’t let that happen.
On some level, I know Wes wants to break her. This all started due to feelings of betrayal, but we’re past that now. Now, he wants to punish her forbeing.For living rent-free in our heads but being untouchable.
I love him—never told him that, but of course I do. He’s one of my best friends. Since senior year of high school, we’ve only gotten closer and closer. Normally, I trust his judgment, but when it comes to Athelia, it’s clouded. More than clouded, honestly.
It’s like he loses all sense around her.
Hurting Athelia may bring me pleasure, but I never want to go as far as Kellan and Wes do. I know what it’s like to be powerless at the hands of someone who’s stronger than you. While I enjoy holding that power, I’ll never forget that pain and fear.
As I towel off and throw some clothes on, my resolve hardens.
Parts of our plan are too much. I think I’ll be able to convince Kellan easily, and between the two of us, we’ll force Wes to think more clearly.
We have to. Otherwise, we’ll never reach our end goal.
And that… I don’t think he’ll ever be able to come back from that.
. . .
In Wes’s room, Athelia is still nestled under his blankets. Wes is leaning against the wall, about as far away as he can possibly get from her, but he can’t take his eyes off her.
“I’m gonna make her come in her sleep,” Kellan says. He didn’t bother putting on any clothes, so the tattoos that cover his chest, shoulders, and upper arms are on full display.
“Is that even possible?” I make my way to the side of the bed and stroke Athelia’s still-damp hair. She’s not cold anymore, and she looks so peaceful.
The heartless side of me can’t wait to disturb her. The part of me that cares, though, wants to take her into my room, lock the guys out, and lay next to her until she wakes up. For the moment, I set aside the latter part. That’ll come later.
Much,muchlater.
“I read all about it,” Kellan tells me as he pushes back the covers. “It can happen, and I’m not stopping until she comes on my tongue.”
Wes and I exchange a glance. He shrugs, his hands deep in his pockets. He’s trying so hard to not care—to not touch her. It’s visible in how tightly he’s clenching his jaw and how rigid his shoulders are.
He’s as torn as I am, just for different reasons.
Kellan pulls back the blankets. Athelia is completely naked. Her light skin contrasts against Wes’s black sheets, and I have to say, she looks like she belongs here.
The tattoo under her breasts pulls at my focus. In the center is a deer skull with a crown of roses surrounding the base of its antlers. A string of roses extend from either side, following the curve of her breasts.
All I want to do is kiss it and lick it—maybe suck the skin next to it to leave a mark of my own.
