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Her gaze turns pleading as she looks up at me, but I don’t stop.
“Please tell me you’re joking,” she says, her voice laced with fear.
“Not at all, baby. You’ll always wear one of our marks on your body so everyone knows just who you belong to.”
Athelia squeezes her eyes shut. “I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”
“Shut up, Harper,” Wes says.
“Fuck you,” she cries.
He strides back over to the bed and grabs her throat, leaning down. “Either stop talking, or I’ll shut you up myself. Which would you prefer? The ball gag again, or my cock down your throat? You took it so well earlier. Remember? You practically begged me for it.”
She shakes her head frantically. “I’ll be quiet.”
His thumb strokes her pulse point. “Good girl.”
Chapter Sixteen
Athelia
I’m going to die.
If Cal hadn’t left that stupid hickey on me, maybe I would’ve been okay. But there’s no way Professor Kammes won’t see it.
He’ll kill me.
I should be falling apart, but I can barely focus on the fear clawing its way through my mind. It doesn’t matter that I’ve only been awake for a few minutes. My body aches with raw need.
Kellan is pounding into me and rubbing my clit, and Cal is using my breasts to get himself off. I’m tied up and spread wide for them, and I realize Wes is right.
They’ve been making me into whatever they want me to be all night. Potentially for much longer than that. I’ve been the object of their anger and frustration. An easy target to take things out on. And now, I’m a warm body for them to exploit and abuse.
Never in a million years would I agree to this, but somehow, they’ve worked my body up enough that its nearly bursting at the seams. Ineedto come. My nipples are tight, my clit is pulsing, and my pussy is slick.
That doesn’t mean you want it,I remind myself.It’s a biological need. It has nothing to do with desire or attraction.
But as I stare up at Cal’s mask in the darkness, I’m not sure if that’s entirely true. Their masks freak me out, yet that’s only heightening my pleasure.
Cal’s thumbs slide over my nipples as he squeezes my breasts together. I try to hold back my moan, but a noise still sounds in the back of my throat.
“Kellan ate you out while you were unconscious,” Cal tells me, his voice tight. “He made you come in your sleep.”
Horror fills me at the same time I shiver with delight. They touched me while I was unconscious? Of course they did—they were already using my body for their pleasure when I woke up.
Everything I felt earlier tonight comes rushing back. Want and shame. Need and regret. Desire and revulsion.
You can’t trust them. They only want to cause you pain.
Yet here they are, bringing me to the brink of yet another orgasm. My body is too far gone, poisoning my mind until the only thing I can think about is finding release.
“That’s it, baby,” Cal tells me coaxingly. “Just let it happen. Come on Kellan’s cock while we use you like the plaything you are.”
Wes is still gripping my throat, just barely cutting off my blood flow, but now he tightens his fingers. I gasp, but I don’t fight it. No, I do exactly as Cal tells me to and relax into his hold.
Maybe I can’t trust them, but I think in this moment, I can. Over the years, they’ve caused me virtually no bodily harm. I cantrust them enough to fulfill my fantasy, and when they’re done, I’ll find a way to get out of here.
It’s the only way I can survive.
