Page 12 of Rayne
I can't reply as his fingers tighten around my neck. My skin starts to tingle as I'm deprived of oxygen, little spots appearing in my vision. When I think I'm about to pass out, he releases his hold, my body gasping as I breathe in.
Hawk reaches down to my hips, pressing his index finger against my thong. Peeling back the fabric, he raises an eyebrow, my body tensing up again.
"You're fucking wet," he says again, this time in disbelief.
"Oh, you're a horny little slut," Jett breathes out in amazement. "You like being humiliated."
"No, I don't," I argue weakly. "I was just worked up in anticipation about the prospect of one of the other men getting me for tonight."
They glance at me suspiciously.
I didn't like it.
I could never like them touching me, tormenting me.
"Your mouth says no but your body disagrees," Hawk murmurs. "You're so naïve that you can't even listen to your own body."
"I don't want you," I spit back venomously. "You disgust me. You repulse me. I hate you."
I do my best to think of every synonym and curse word I can muster to shoot at them, but they aren't deterred.
Hawk's fingers walk along my hips and over my thighs. "I bet you want us to touch you."
"Fuck no," I growl.
"Then why haven't you fought back?" he questions, fingers pressing against the outside of my pussy. "We're not holding you down anymore. You're free to move."
"You have me caged in," I near-yell. "You might not be holding me down but you have me boxed in."
Hawk nods in agreement but his face doesn't match. "I see. And if I were to touch you here," he says, pushing his finger slightly inside my folds. "What would you do?"
I suck in a breath, hating myself. My body resists the urge to move and press into him, and part of me wants to die.
"Don't do it," I beg, but I can no longer control my voice. It's not stern anymore, and I question whether I'm losing my mind.
He pushes his finger inside my body. I bite my lip, muffling any sounds.
Despite it all, I glare at him with hatred. He curls his finger inside of me, watching my face closely.
The fucking asshole is trying to make me react.
I fake a yawn to signify my boredom—pretend that I feel nothing.
Suddenly, fingers launch themselves around my throat, my mouth still agape.
My eyes snap up to Jett's, his expression angry at the disrespect towards his brother.
"I bet you want to come for us," he snarls. "You want us to take control, so that you can pretend you hate it."
"I do hate it," I choke out against his hand. "Just like I hate you."
Hawk adds another finger to my body, and my eyes roll back involuntarily. "Yeah… really seems like you hate it," he mutters sarcastically. "You're clenching down on me so fucking tight."
Jett's hand harshly releases from my throat as he shoves my head back. He walks to the end of the bed, picking up an object I can't see. As he gets closer again, I spot a wand in his hand—a toy from the bag that I must have missed before.
"Let's put it to the test," he says, switching it on. "My money is on you flooding Hawk's hand."
Pushing the wand against my clit, I can't stop the moan that tears from my throat. I tighten my hold on Hawk again, body buzzing as it vibrates against me.
