Page 13 of Rayne
"Just give in," Hawk muses. "You're ours for the night."
"Never," I say through clenched teeth, trying to ignore the sensations washing through me.
Jett reaches for the top of my dress, ripping it down ruthlessly. My red-cladded breasts bounce out, his fingers immediately finding my nipples through the fabric as he tweaks them with his grip.
"Fuck!" I cry out, eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm surprises me, coming against my will.
My hips push against Hawk's hand, rolling as I desperately chase the sensation. Before I can reach the end of my high, Hawk pulls his hand out, leaving me empty. Jett removes the wand in unison, denying me the final rush as my body aches angrily.
Pulsating, my cries turn to angry growls, and I open my eyes, glaring at them.
"You are both fucking assholes."
Hawk holds up his hand, the evidence of my orgasm coating his fingers. "Am I?"
The feeling of humiliation comes back, and I snap my mouth closed, trying to regain my composure.
"Maybe we'll be nice and finish you off properly," Jett says warmly. "If you beg for it."
"No," I bark back.
Jett smiles sweetly. "Have it your way then."
The two of them move backwards, leaving me sprawled out on the bed. Fresh tears pool in my eyes and Hawk smiles sweetly as he poises himself against the wall casually.
"All you have to do is say please."
Chapter 5
I hover in place awkwardly for a few seconds before I catch sight of the bathroom through the open door.
Standing up, I gracefully fix my dress up, covering my modesty before throwing a death glare at my brothers.
"I'm going to wash myself. Maybe I can remove a few layers of skin—I don't want any part of you on me."
Before they can respond, I head into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind me. I groan to myself when I realize there's no lock, but I take a breath, considering my options.
A shower would be much quicker, but I wouldn't put it past them to walk in and watch me. If I fill the jacuzzi, at least I can hide in a cloud of bubbles.
Placing the plug in, I turn on the faucets, waiting while it fills. There's a vanity mirror near the basin, but I can't bring myself to look at my reflection. I'm utterly ashamed of myself for letting it get this far. I should have tried harder to leave, or said no more firmly.
I hate the fact that my body has been so deprived of touch, that I was willing to give in, even if I did try to fight it every step of the way.
It takes a while for the large jacuzzi to fill up, and thankfully, there's no visitors. I squeeze some soap in, switching on the jets, and smile happily when a pit of bubbles form.
Peeking at the door one more time to confirm my privacy, I slip my dress and undergarments off, climbing into the hot water.
Maybe I can hide out in the bathroom for the rest of the night. I should have grabbed a drink from the mini fridge in the room—but then again, alcohol and I don't have the best track record if tonight is anything to go by.
I rest my head against the edge of the jacuzzi, pretending I'm somewhere else. It's short lived, however, when the door swings open and Hawk stalks in.
"Get out," I growl, sinking lower into the bubbles.
"I'm going to the toilet," he says briskly, not fazed. "Deal with it."
It's just like being back at home again when they used to lock me out of the bathroom in the mornings before school. They would take their sweet time, ensuring I was late whenever possible. The amount of detentions I received for tardiness was insane—and every single one was their fault.
Hawk walks over to the toilet, but instead of opening the lid, he sits down on the closed throne, watching me.
