And she falls for it every time.
It’s like she’s erased that part of her brain that knows they were the guys I had a foursome with. The ones who recorded it and helped broadcast it around the web. Even when I taunt her with that, she immediately dismisses it.
Honestly, it has to be seen to be believed.
“That’s too bad,” she says. “But I’m so happy Harlow is helping you out. She’s always been a steady A student.” She beams proudly at me, and I genuinely wonder if she’s been lobotomized. “And it’s great she’s willing to help her new stepbrother.” She pats me on the shoulder, and I almost choke on the chicken in my mouth. “I’m glad everyone’s getting along.”
Man. I’ve definitely wandered into some alternate realm.
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The guys enjoy belittling Mom behind her back when I join them in the basement later on. Mom and Neo have gone out, and Saint demanded my presence. I wanted to stay in my room and go through the files Diesel sent me earlier, but I need to get my head back in the game. Especially now that jerk Dar has thrown a new wrench in my plans.
Perhaps I should’ve gone to Diesel for the IDs, but for some inexplicable reason, my gut tells me I’m right to keep my escape plans hidden from him.
The guys are all freshly showered, so I guess they were working out in the gym. Dad built a pretty decent one down here in the enclosed space behind us. I usually work out every couple of days, but not so much since the guys moved in and invaded the territory. Now I’m no longer purposely avoiding them, I can start using it again.
“You obviously got your smarts from your dad,” Caz says, patting my thigh as we sit side by side on one of the couches.
“Giana is smart too,” Theo replies. “Dad hired her to run this big advertising campaign one time, and he was delighted with the response.”
Mom’s professional alliance with Mr. Smith’s multimillion-dollar medical supplies company ended the same time my fake relationship with Theo did.
“She seems to have nuked all brain cells since my dad died.”
Caz passes me the blunt, and I take it, inhaling deeply, before passing it to Galen on my other side. He’s been sullen and quiet all night, and I still can’t figure him out.
“She loves my dad,” Saint says, swigging from a bottle of JD. “Why would you begrudge your mother happiness?”
“Because my father is barely cold in his grave and she’s already planning her new wedding,” I snap. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand. You don’t even know who your mother is!” It’s a low blow, and I know it, but I’m sick of him pushing my buttons.
“Get over here now.” He uses that low, gruff emotionless tone, the one that sends equal tremors of fear and lust shooting up my spine, and drenches my panties, every time.
“Fuck off.” I cross my arms over my chest.
Saint angles his head at Caz, silently communicating with one look. Caz sweeps me up, depositing me on Saint’s lap before I’ve had the time to protest.
Saint clamps his arms around my back, holding me firmly in place. My legs slide on either side of his thighs, and my chest is all up in his face. I’m only wearing a thin tank, so he has a bird’s eye view of my cleavage. “Speak of my mother again and I’ll strip you naked while we all take turns spanking your naughty ass.”
Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment to me.
My lips curl up, and I push further. “She abandoned you the minute you were born, right? She evaded Sinner and snuck out of the hospital. How does it feel to know she never wanted you?”
“Lo.” Theo’s voice holds clear warning.
Saint grabs the cheeks of my ass through my jean shorts in a way I know will leave bruises. “You truly have a death wish, don’t you, princess?”
“Or she just likes spanking,” Caz says, attempting to lighten the mood.
I glance over my shoulder, offering him my best seductive smirk, because you betcha, I do.
“I volunteer as tribute,” he adds, and I laugh, turning around.
Saint tilts his head to the side, and a sly grin creeps over his mouth. “The princess would like that too much. I need a more appropriate punishment.” He grabs hold of my waist, yanking me toward him, burying his face in my breasts. He tugs my top down, biting and sucking on exposed flesh, and I wriggle against his growing erection as my desire spikes. His hand moves to my crotch, and he rubs his palm back and forth along my pussy through my jeans. The friction of the zipper pressing against my sensitive core has me drowning in sensation.
It’s been too long since I was thoroughly fucked, and if this is his idea of punishment, he can punish me any time.
He stands and I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him. Without warning, he dumps me on Galen’s lap. “Blow my cousin, princess. He needs to de-stress.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Galen snorts.
“You know you need this,” Saint says, adjusting himself through his jeans. “And she’ll hate every second.”
“I’ll hate every second,” he says, contradicting himself as he clamps his arm around my waist, holding me on his lap when I attempt to climb off him.
They’re both fucking insane. Or delusional. Because the only one who will hate it is Saint when he sees how much Galen and I enjoy it.
Saint’s lips twitch. “Close your eyes and imagine she’s Sariah Roark. You still dream of fucking her, right?”
I glare at Saint, and he laughs. I know all the innuendo about my bestie is another way of getting a rise out of me. But they’re not the only ones who like to press buttons. “I’m not doing it,” I lie. “You can’t make me.”
Caz chuckles. “You really don’t want to go there, princess. He can and will make this happen.” He turns his gaze on his leader. “I want one too.” He cups the tent in his jeans. “I’m about to explode I’m that frustrated.”
“I’ll happily blow you,” I offer, smiling as I apply some reverse psychology.
“And I’ll happily permit it,” Saint says, calling my bluff.
“I’ll suck Caz’s cock, but I’m not sucking the devil’s cock.” I fold my arms as I eyeball Saint.
“You’ll do as I say.” Saint crouches over me, yanking my head back by my hair. “There’s no point in fighting.”
“And if I refuse, how will you make me?”
“We’ll give all the recordings of your nightly shows to Sinner. I’m sure he won’t hesitate to share them with the guys. Let them get their rocks off to fresh, young pussy.”
I stare at him in horror, unable to hide my natural reaction. I feel like slamming my head into the wall. Not that they’ve realized I know about the cameras, because I figured they knew that straightaway. I disabled all their other tech, so the fact the camera was still operational would’ve alerted their suspicions.
I knew they were keeping the charade alive because they were enjoying my little nighttime striptease and vibrator act. And I kept it alive because it played into my seduction plans. I knew there was a risk they could expose it, but the thought of the men who kidnapped me watching it makes me ill.
“I hate you,” I say, tapping Galen’s arm so he’ll release me. He loosens his hold, and I slide to my knees on the floor in front of him.
“You love me.” Saint’s eyes flash darkly as he bends over me, cupping my chin. “And you love how much we want you, and you want us too. You don’t need to say it. We all see it in your eyes.”
So, he knows this isn’t a punishment. Unless he’s punishing himself?
I wrench out of his hold, turning around on my knees and reaching for the buttons on Galen’s jeans. Our eyes meet, and I hold nothing back, letting my desire shine through. This isn’t a punishment. I hate him, but taking control of his pleasure, watching him fight me on it and fail—because he will fucking love every single thing I do to him—is the ultimate power play. I will rule supreme over Galen Lennox in the next few minutes, and he’s going to love and hate me in equal measure.
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All protest has disappeared as he lifts his hips, letting me pull his jeans and boxers down his legs. He knows the state of play as well as I do, and he wants this too much to fight the inevitable any longer. He leans back in the chair, closing his eyes as he spreads his thighs wide. He’s completely relaxed, not fearful I’ll bite his cock off, because he knows Saint is right. My body is on fire right now, my core pulsing, and my mouth salivating at the prospect of sucking his giant cock.
If I close my eyes, I can remember the feel of him moving inside me, pounding my pussy so hard I saw stars.
Fuck Saint. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him.
I hate he knows me this well.
I don’t want him seeing too much.
And this is exactly what I meant when I spoke to Sariah.
Because I’m me, I can’t help one last retaliation before I get to the task at hand. I glance over my shoulder at Saint. He’s back on the couch beside Theo, watching me with fire in his eyes. I pat the knife in my back pocket. “Maybe, I’ll give him a little trim too.”
Theo glances between me and Saint with an inquisitive look, but he doesn’t ask the question. Galen is too in the zone to hear, and Caz is already stroking his bare cock, eyeing me with a predatory stare, flippantly dismissing my intentional dig.
“You’re skating on thin ice, princess,” Saint warns, and I smile demurely at him before dropping my eyes to the erection pressing against the front of his jeans. He clearly gets off on this too.
I turn my head again, ignoring the guys behind me as I lower my mouth to Galen’s impressive cock. I lick the bead of precum at the tip, and his primal moan drenches my pussy in pure need.
I dive in, running my lips up and down his hot shaft while pulling the skin down and pumping the base of his cock. Then I wrap my lips around his crown, lowering slowly and taking him into my mouth. I suck hard, gliding my lips up and down his throbbing length while I also pump his cock with my hand. He thrusts into my mouth, his hips working overtime, and the sounds emanating from his throat are so hot I nearly cream my panties.
His eyes open, and he locks his gaze on mine, watching me suck him as he rocks into my mouth with urgent need. I sit up on my knees so I can position my head better and take a little more of him in, never losing eye contact.
I stroke him faster, aware of Caz cussing and moaning as he tries to slowly stroke his own cock, and it doesn’t take long for Galen to detonate in my mouth. Warm, salty cum slides down my throat as Galen roars out his release, continuing to thrust his hips until I’ve milked every last drop.
He was desperately in need of that.
A popping sound echoes in the air when he pulls out of my mouth. In a surprising move, he yanks me up into his lap and slams his lips down on mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, and he devours me with a slew of drugging kisses.
I lose myself in the sensations he’s evoking in me and the passionate way he’s kissing me.
If I didn’t know better, I’d almost believe he has more than hate in his heart for me.
I grab his shoulders, angling my head and deepening the kiss. When he moans into my mouth, every nerve ending on my body is on high alert, and I’m writhing against him like a woman possessed.
Angry sex is a favorite of mine, and I’d love to impale myself on Galen’s cock now, but I’ve another man to take care of, and from the sounds nearby, Caz is on the verge of losing his load.
I pull back, staring at Galen as both our chests inflate in sync. His lips are shiny and swollen from kissing me, and I’ve no doubt mine are the same. He surprises me again, leaning forward to press a softer kiss to my lips, and I wonder if this is his way of declaring a truce. But his face gives nothing away as he lifts me up, handing me over to his buddy.
Caz holds my face painfully as he meshes our lips in a frantic, hard, brutal kiss. His tongue swirls around the inside of my mouth, licking and laving, and the thoughts he might be tasting his buddy’s leftover cum gets me so worked up I grind down on his cock, rocking back and forth, needing the friction to set flame to the fire.
I tumble off the ledge, screaming into his mouth as I come, pressing my chest into his while I ride each turbulent wave. I’m panting after I come down from my high, momentarily resting my head on Caz’s shoulder while I snatch a minute to recover.
“You are sexy as fuck, Lo.” Caz breathes against my ear as his fingers weave through my hair. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” He takes my hand, pulling it down between the gap in our bodies and pressing it to his cock. “And I need you to suck my dick now before I come without you even touching me.”
I slide down between his legs, kneeling on the floor and leaning forward to take him into my mouth. He grabs the back of my head, shoving me down more forcefully on his cock, and he proceeds to fuck my face without abandon.
I stretch my mouth wider, taking him all the way in, licking and sucking as he grunts, jamming his cock in and out of my mouth, his powerful thighs rippling with the motion as he thrusts. I play with his balls, and the minute I prod the entrance to his ass, he comes apart, cussing and shouting my name as he also shoots cum down my throat. Caz is fond of a little ass play, and I wonder if he’s ever experimented with other guys.
I fall back on my butt when Caz pulls his dick from my mouth. “Fucking hell, babe. You’re like the queen of blowjobs.”
I press a kiss to his muscular, hairy leg. “Why, thank you, kind sir. That’s just what every little girl aspires to.” I send him a saucy smile.
He chuckles, reaching out to tousle my hair in a surprisingly affectionate gesture.
“You’re quite impressive yourself,” I add, knowing this will piss Saint off. “You made me come without even touching me.”
“Yep. I’m just that good, princess,” he says, puffing out his chest, happy to take all the credit, and I laugh.
A growl rips through the air, and I swivel around on my butt, looking up at a furious Saint. He glares at Caz. He glares at Galen, and it’s completely obvious now that he was punishing himself and he can’t handle it.
I crawl toward him, kneeling up and reaching for the button on his jeans. His cock is straining against the denim, and he clearly needs this.
I’m dying to fuck him again, but he slaps my hand away, sneering. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
He shoots Galen and Caz one last hateful look before storming out of the room and stomping up the stairs, putting hotheaded teenage girls the world over to shame.
I swear, these guys give me a permanent headache.
“What crawled up his butt?” Caz asks.
“You really need to ask?” Theo says, rising. He’s the only one who didn’t take advantage of the situation though he has an obvious erection too. He extends his hand, and I let him pull me to my feet. “He’s not as immune as he lets on.” He eyeballs me. “Would it kill you to call a truce?”
I plant my hands on my hips. “I’m not the one who drew battle lines. And it’s not my fault if he’s his own worst enemy at times.”
CHAPTER 26
A LOUD NOISE startles me from slumber in the middle of the night, and I bolt upright in bed, grabbing my knife from under my pillow and unsheathing it.
“Fuck.” The shadow climbing through my window hits his head off the top of the window frame, cursing in a familiar timbre. Air whooshes out of my mouth in mild relief. I set my knife down on the bedside table and swing my legs out of bed as Saint staggers toward me.
“What the—”
“Shush.” The asshole clamps his hand over my mouth, backing me up into the wall. “Don’t wake the others.” His rich, earthy breath sweeps over my face, and he ignites an inferno inside me when he lifts my left leg, pulling it firmly around his waist, his hands roaming the bare skin of my thigh. He rocks his hips into mine, and there’s no mistaking the obvious hard-on.
My libido is now fully awake, and I press against him, clutching him tighter. “How drunk are you?” I murmur, trying not t
o be affected by the startlingly honest lust mingled with adoration on his face.
“Too drunk to talk,” he says in a steady tone without even a trace of slurring. But the rich scent of his breath betrays his alcohol consumption. “But not too drunk to fuck.”
“Saint, I—” I don’t get any more words out before he slams his mouth down on mine.
I briefly debate pushing him away just to piss him off, because he was an asshole to me earlier and he doesn’t deserve to fuck me.
But I’m high on the taste of his lips, the feel of his hot body pressing against me, and his hard dick thrusting into my groin, virtually obliterating his jeans and my thin lace panties, and I fucking want him too bad to reject him. The fact he climbed up to my room in the middle of the night is a major turn on too. It’s like some fucked-up version of Romeo and Juliet.
I’m taking what I want, and it’ll be on my terms.
“Don’t think, baby,” he murmurs, sliding his hot mouth down my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot right at the point where my neck meets my collarbone, and I tremble underneath his skillful lips. “Just feel.” He rocks his erection against my pussy, and a whimper escapes my mouth. “You feel me, babe? You feel what you do to me?”
I grab handfuls of his ass. “I thought you said no talking?”
His eyes glint with wicked intent as he rips my sleep top in two with his bare hands, exposing my upper body to his hungry gaze. The torn material slinks down my arms, falling to the ground, as he lowers his head and sucks my breast into his mouth.
My nipples are so hard they could cut glass, and I groan, tracing my fingers along his shorn blond locks while he feasts on my breasts. He alternates his attention between them, sucking and kneading, flicking and tormenting, and his callused fingers are not gentle. He tweaks my nipples roughly, plucking them like guitar strings until they’re raw and achy.
The whole time I’m flexing my hips against his as we dry hump against my wall. He rips his mouth from my tits long enough to shred my panties and remove his jeans and boxers. We’re frantic as we reach for one another again, and when he lifts me up, my legs automatically encircle his shapely waist. I barely contain my scream as he slams inside me in one swift move.
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