“He needs to do this on his own,” Carter says.
Draven pushes his mask up and looks between the two of us before finally settling his gaze on me. Whatever he sees in my eyes has him nodding and stepping out of the doorway.
“She’s gone out the back.” I nod and move to step past him, but he places a hand on my chest, halting my escape. “Don’t fucking break her,” he warns.
I look at him, like really look at him, and that’s when I see the truth in his eyes. “You’re in love with her.” It isn’t a question and he doesn’t justify my claim with an answer, just drops his arm back to his side and allows me to leave. As I leave the room, I suddenly feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. For the first time since solidifying this bond between me, Carter and Draven, I don’t know if they would choose me. She has a leash around their necks and she doesn’t even know it.
I make it out the back in record time and prepare to chase her down, but what I don’t expect to see is her standing in the middle of the ruined basketball court looking directly at me. Her eyes hold mine, no words are exchanged, they aren’t needed in this moment.
“When the devils come for their prey there is no escape. The torture they inflict is depraved and ungodly. No amount of prayers to your make-believe God will make them stop,” she says quietly.
“Who told you that?” I grit out.
She shrugs. “Draven.”
I nod, that does sound like something that twisted fuck would tell her. “You should run,” I say as I take a step forward. She shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest.
“What’s the point in running from something that I want?” Her question floors me and forces me to still my movements. “I want this,” she adds to drive her point home.
“All you want is three cocks buried inside your pussy every night because it’s your way of saying fuck you to Daddy.”
She flinches at my words. “If that were true, I wouldn't be here.”
“You didn’t have a choice.”
“If all I wanted was to say fuck you to my dad, then I wouldn’t have had to use my body to do that.”
“Your body is ours to do with as we please.” She closes the space between us and stops an inch away, craning her head back to keep her eyes locked on mine.
“If I told you I didn’t want this, would you stop or would you force me?” My face slackens, I grind my teeth so hard my jaw begins to ache. I remain silent. I could lie and tell her that I would force myself upon her every night but she would know that’s a lie. “If all you wanted was to hurt him, then you would have used me to do that. You want me as much as I wantyou.Yet, you refuse to admit that to yourself.”
EIGHTEEN
KARLEY
I stand here with bated breath, waiting for him to acknowledge that he feels something for me. Draven and Carter may not have uttered the words aloud but they have shown me with their touch, how they react when I am around, or how they constantly have to touch me and keep me near them.
Vaughn, on the other hand, is always reserved, held back and brooding in the corner unless he’s sinking his cock in me. It’s only then does he allow his mask to fall and give me a glimpse into the real him. He may never utter the words or show me with his touch, but his eyes tell me everything his mouth can’t.
He feels something for me!
He reaches out and wraps his hand around my ponytail, tugging on the strands, drawing a hiss of pain from me. He leans down until the rough texture of his mask scrapes against my skin, sending desire pooling between my legs.
“Sinking my cock inside your dirty little cunt doesn’t mean I give a fuck about you.” I gasp at his callous words. “Carter and Draven may pine after you but not me… you are a means to an end and some new toy we get to play with so we can pass the time quicker.” Tears prick the backs of my eyes but I blink them away, refusing to allow him to see how much his words affect me. Ipush him back. If he didn’t want to move he wouldn’t have but he’s allowing me the space I need right now.
“Why can’t you just admit you like me?” I yell.
His answering chuckle has me clenching my fists at my sides as I try to tamper down my rage. “Why the fuck would I lie just to appease your self-worth?”
I throw my hands in the air, growing frustrated. “It isn’t about my self-worth, Vaughn, it’s about the fact I’m falling in—” I clamp my mouth closed and turn my back to him, I can’t believe I nearly let those words slip free. What the fuck would someone like me know about love anyway? It’s not like I had a mother to show me how it feels to be loved. My dad has always been about himself and his bank account.
The second I feel his heat at my back, I melt into him. His hands encase my waist, making me feel safe. I’ve never felt safe or protected in my life until I met these three. They make me feel wanted, cherished and cared for. Vaughn may be the last to admit his feelings but I know he cares about me.
When his grip on my waist turns punishing, I flinch. “Tonight is your last night, psycho.” His tone holds a cold edge to it but there is a hint of something else there that I can't put my finger on. I peer over my shoulder at him.
“Last night for what?” I ask quietly.
“To have us. I should have told them the truth, but when he offered me to have you to myself, I chose to remain silent.”
