There’s no smirk, no anger. Just that intense stare like he’s drilling straight through me, his face frustratingly unreadable. I’m trapped in his gaze, paralyzed with indecision. Then Ford’s fingers sink into my hair again, guiding my mouth toward Wes’ waiting cock.
My lips part to take him in, and suddenly everything about the act is intensified. My face is burning hot, my body on fire. I’m hyper-aware of the vulnerable position I’m in, but the insane rush of adrenaline and shame and lust mixes together until I can’t tell one from the other. I’m spiraling out of control, freefalling into chaos without a parachute.
Raf crosses over to the sofa, sinking down onto it with careless ease as if there’s not a live porno playing out right in front of him. Something about his casual indifference makes me feel even more reckless and wild, desperate to provoke a reaction. I pop off Wes’ cock, breathing hard, turning to take Ford back in. I go harder, faster, sucking Ford and working Wes with my hand, putting on a show for the only King who refuses to touch me like this.
Everything blurs around me except for the heady weight of Raf’s stare. Ford’s grip in my hair is rough as Wes shoves in deep, hitting the back of my throat. I choke around him, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I’m frantic with the desire to bring them to ruin, to let my stepbrother watch from the sidelines as his friends use me to chase their pleasure. I’m honestly not sure whether I want to piss him off or tempt him to join in. My lungs burn with the need for oxygen, my throat suffocated by Wes’ cock. I gasp and pull back, sucking in air, and Ford promptly grabs my face and turns it toward him, holding me in place as he shoves past my lips.
“Fuck, just like that,” Ford grits out, throwing his head back on a groan as I take him deep. He comes hard and fast, shooting down my throat, the sudden shock of it making me gag. I swallow every drop, then Wes pulls me onto him, groaning as he thrusts a few times, then fills my mouth with his own salty release. I’m overwhelmed, suffocating, the two of them taking everything from me, and I don’t stop. I swallow, desperate and needy, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
Collapsing to the floor, my jaw aches and body trembles as I fight to catch my breath. I’m dizzy, feeling like I’m outside my body, but then Raf’s eyes meet mine and the look on his face pulls me back from wherever I just went. His lip curls, chin lifting like he’s beckoning me over.
Something deep inside me lights up at the gesture– a spark of hope, an answer to a silent ache. I know I shouldn’t want this, but I can’t deny how attracted I am to Raf. There’s a magnetic pull between us that he’s been stubbornly fighting against from the start, and the thought of him finally giving in, of joining the three of us in this madness, gives me butterflies.
I want it.
I start crawling toward him, every movement slow and deliberate, even in my hazy state. It’s a reckless act of seduction,a desperate plea for him to give into the hunger and finally take what he wants. Raf leans back and spreads his knees, watching me with those unreadable eyes as I cross the room to him. My own vision is so clouded with lust that I can’t even see the trap he’s laid out for me– not until I’ve crawled right into it.
I reach for Raf’s belt as I rise up on my knees in front of him, but my fingers never land. A hand shoots out to capture both my wrists, his other one grabbing my chin and yanking me in. He leans down menacingly, getting right in my face, and for a stupid, fleeting second, I think he might kiss me again.
“You don’t get to touch my dick,whore,” Raf snarls, his words punching the air from my lungs, stealing the fire from my chest.
I tremble against his hold, the sharp sting of tears burning behind my eyes. “B-but I’m your Doll,” I whisper desperately, my bottom lip quivering.
He lowers his face even closer to mine, those dark, soulless eyes pinning me in place. “You’re a paper doll, Ava,” he deadpans. “Pretty to look at, but there’s no substance to you.”
I recoil at the viciousness of it, feeling like he just stabbed me in through the heart, leaving me bleeding and broken and small.
He lets go, shoving me away and abruptly pushing up to his feet. I crumple to the floor at his feet and he steps over me like I’m nothing, like I’m fucking invisible, disposable, his heavy footfalls echoing as he leaves the room.
I curl in on myself, every nerve ending raw, every emotion sharp. A shiver racks my body, but I’m not sure if it’s from the cold or my stepbrother’s cruelty. Maybe both. Maybe neither. I’m not sure it even matters.
CHAPTER 47
FORD
Ava’sstill asleep when I slip out of bed.She’s curled on her side, tangled up in my black sheets like something out of a fever dream, bare skin peeking out, one leg kicked free and an arm draped above her head. Her breathing is slow, steady. Peaceful, even. A quiet contrast to everything she lit on fire last night.
She didn’t argue when I brought her in here, still half-dazed from the events of the evening. The drinks, the fight, the aftermath. Wes had already passed out on the couch, and Raf… well, I don’t really give a fuck where he wound up. He pushed her hard enough that she ended up in my bed, so he’d better not bitch about another sleepover. I didn’t twist her arm, I just opened the door.
Stepping into the en-suite bathroom, I shut the door quietly behind me, turning on the shower and peeling off my boxers. It only takes a minute or so to warm up before I step into the steamy glass cubicle, the spray hitting me like a purge– scalding, cleansing, and necessary. I stand there and let it burn, the heat searing through the fog in my brain, loosening the twisted tangle of last night’s memories.
I tilt my head back under the stream and picture Ava in here with me, soaked and silent, water sliding down the curve of herspine. That defiant look she gets when she’s fighting not to need me. The way her voice cracks when she’s trying not to beg.
I know she’ll turn that fire on Raf, too. She already has. He’s still pretending he can ignore it, like that’ll make it go away, but he’s already in too deep. She’ll be his too, eventually, and then we can all stop pretending that this isn’t what we needed.
Twisting the handle to kill the water, I step out and quickly towel off, tugging on a fresh pair of boxers. Then I turn to head back into my bedroom, a slow smile curving my lips.
Wonder if she’s awake yet.
Opening the door, I step out of the bathroom to find Ava sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet clutched to her chest like it’s armor. Her face is pale, eyes wide and unfocused staring down at the phone in her hand, looking as if someone just yanked the ground out from under her.
Myphone.
“What are you doing with that?” I ask, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my chest.
“You were getting a call,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes. “I grabbed it to bring it to you, but…”
“But?” I step forward, hand out. “Give it.”
