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Shaking his head, he rolls his eyes at me, “Get in the fucking shower before I change my mind.” I give in immediately. I desperately need a shower, but will continue questioning him as I clean myself.
Closing the glass door behind me, I stand under the warm spray of the water.
“Damn, I have missed this,” I whisper into the water.
“And that’s how I know you won’t say anything. You value your freedom. This shower, not being chained again, not being jerked off on. Shall I continue to list them? Your job depends on it. What would the school think if they saw photos of us in the shower right now? My naked body against yours while you stand under the water. Your face filled with ecstasy.” I can feel his hard cock against my back as he whispers, “My hands massaging your perky tiny tits as your back arches, your ass pushing into me as your head rests on my chest.” My eyes close as he does exactly what he says. A moan escapes my mouth as his thumb and forefinger twist my nipple.
“Smile for the camera, Banksy.”
My eyes shoot open. “What camera?”
He clears some of the steam off the glass, and Landon is standing on the other side of it with his camera phone in hand.
Motherfuckers!
Turning around, I push Hudson back. He stumbles before bracing himself on the shower wall with his hand.
“When will it stop? I fucked up, I didn’t even know I fucked up. But according to the two of you, I did. And after hearing how, I get it. I do. I would be pissed too. What if you just applied yourself to fucking school instead of relying on someone to help you pay off your professors?”
It’s Landon who speaks first, “But this way is much easier, and proving to be much more fun.”
Hudson follows, letting out a sigh in frustration, “We have done this since freshman year. We accept we don’t do books. We aren’t smart in that way. Give me a fucking hockey stick and I am the best fucker out there. Give him pencils and paper, and he can draw the fuck out of anything. Give us a calculus exam, and we don’t stand a fucking chance. So this is what we do. What we have done. Until you fucked us. Now wash your smelly fucking hair and desperate cunt and shut up. For once, just don’t talk, please.”
I will not cry. I will not let them get to me. Taking a deep breath, I reach around Hudson for the shampoo and lather it in my hair, not looking at either of them for the rest of the shower.
Landon left the bathroom and Hudson stayed. My body is wrapped in a thick warm towel with my wet hair hanging over my shoulders. “I need clothes please.”
Hudson has put his clothes back on and heads out of the bathroom, only to return with a giant black tee and men’s boxers. Placing them on the counter, he stands behind me and waits with his face hard and arms crossed. His eyes watch me in the mirror as I drop the towel and grab the boxers first, pullingthem up my legs and resting them on my hips. They are way too big for me, but it’s better than nothing.
I take in the mark he left on my ribs; it’s healing nicely, but the scar will remain forever. Bringing my focus back to Hudson, I wink at him, showing him I know he is watching, but he isn’t phased, so I throw the tee on next.
“You will be staying with Landon in his room. If you disobey him, he won’t warn you before punishing you. He will just do it. Understood? Do not tempt him, he will bite and you will regret it.” Hudson warns before walking out.
I just need to make it another day or two, then I am free, then I can go home.
22
LANDON
Laying next to her as she sleeps is nearly intolerable.
As much as she pisses me and my brother off, I cannot deny there is something beneath all of this bullshit. I kissed her as a tactic. And it’s fucking backfiring. Every minute I am not high on Venom or drowning in my art, it’s her. She’s all I see, all I fucking feel, and I hate it with every inch of my being.
She pitied me. How fucking dare she. I don’t need herpoor Landoneyes looking at me. I’m not weak. My brother and I are the strongest people I know. The shit we have gone through with our dad. No one else should have to.
The burnings, the constant watching, the taunting us with something we desperately want just to take it away. Our mother. He will go to the grave with what happened to her. Bastard.
But is what we’ve done to Banks really any different? We tell each other it is. She stole, she narced, she fucked with the wrong people. Possibly jeopardizing Hudson’s career. Jeopardizing my place in college. As long as I am here, I am not at home with that monster.
My mind is conflicted. It’s too late to care or change what we have done to her. It’s done. We did it. She won’t make this mistake again. Mission accomplished.
The sound of my doorknob turning catches my attention, it’s Hud. He walks in, not closing the door behind him. What the fuck is he up to?
Standing at the bottom of my bed, he holds something up. I can barely make it out, but it looks like rope. Looking over at Banks', her breathing is still shallow and even, which means she is still asleep. She passed out quickly after the shower and eating, barely saying two words to us.
Hud throws some rope at me, and I know exactly what he is implying, I wrap it gently around her wrist closest to me, then secure it to my bed frame. The chick is out, doesn’t even fidget. This is her first night in a proper bed and sheets in weeks, so it makes sense.
Looking up, Hudson has already secured her ankles and begins working on her other wrist. My cock twitches against my boxers. She is so accessible right now. I could do anything I fucking want to her and she wouldn’t be able to stop me. To show her I don’t need her fucking pity.
