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“She won’t want you.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” I yank against the cuffs, which only serves to delay Cal in undoing them. “And, reminder, I fucking hate all of you.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” Wes growls.
“It’s not,” Cal tells him gently. “And that’s what you’re refusing to see.”
Finally, he finishes with the cuffs, and I yank my arms away from him. Using the sheets, I wipe off Cal’s cum from my face. There’s a glass of water on the nightstand, and I grab it and chug it down. “Where are my clothes?”
They ignore me.
“We’re not done with her,” Wes says.
“We’re not,” Cal agrees. “But we’re done hurting her.”
“Where the fuck are my clothes?” I shout.
Wes turns to Kellan. “Take her to the basement.”
“She’s sleeping with me,” Cal says.
“The plan was for her to spend the rest of the night chained upin the basement.”
The fuck? Absolutely not!
“The plan’s changing.” Cal steps in between me and Wes, and Kellan hovers just out of their reach. They’ve all taken off their masks, thank fuck.
“I’m not sleeping in a goddamn basement. I’m going home.” But the second I get to my feet, a wave of dizziness hits me. My legs give out, and Cal grabs me right before my knees hit the floor.
Gently, Cal lifts me into his arms and sits on the bed. I don’t want to sit in his lap, but that’s where I end up, and I’m not in a state to fight him. Fuck, I can barely even stay upright.
How has this happened two times in one night?
“I don’t think she’ll forgive us if we keep going,” Cal tells Wes. “Nor do I think we need to continue. We already found a new outlet—a much more productive one.”
“I’m not forgiving you no matter what,” I grit out, hating that I’m holding onto him. But my head is pounding, and the room is spinning. I need some form of stability.
“You don’t get a choice in the matter,” Wes snaps.
“Wes!” Cal tightens his grip on me. “You’re delusional.”
They’ve absolutely humiliated me, left me tied to a tree in the cold and dark, andfucking drugged me.Not to mention, they’ve bullied me relentlessly for the past three years. Why on earth do they think I’ll forgive them?
Now that their hands aren’t on me, I’m thinking much more clearly. I could never trust them—never.I’ve spent too much of tonight turned on to even trust my own thoughts clearly.
“Wes, look at her,” Kellan says quietly. “We can’t throw her in the basement.”
At that, Wes clenches his jaw and glares at me. I cringe into Cal because he’s the closest thing to protection I have right now.
“Fine,” he says after a minute. “But get her out of my room. I don’t want to look at her. Anddon’tlet her leave.”
For some reason, that hurts. After all Wes has done to me tonight, his usual disgust should barely register, but it sticks to me like gum on the bottom of a shoe.
“Where are my clothes?” I ask again. “I’m not sleeping here. I’m going home.”
This time, I’m able to keep my balance when I stand. But Wes grabs my hair before I’ve taken more than two steps. He hauls me into him until my back hits his chest.
“You’ll do as we say, Harper. We’re nowhere near done with you.”
