For the first time since the other guys walked in, Wes’ mask of savage indifference slips and he actually looks uncomfortable for a second, edging closer to my stepbrother. “Raf…”
Raf holds up a hand, his friend going silent.
So I guess it’s clear who the leader is amongst them.
Not that I was suddenly expecting Wes to transform into my white knight after he lured me in here, let his friends hold me down, and licked me to a mind-numbing orgasm without my consent. But for a split second, I allowed myself to have a glimmer of hope that maybe he’d come through for me and help me out of this.
Any hope I had dies when Raf spears a finger into me.
A scream tears from my throat at the intrusion, so loud that it’s instantly raw and aching. My stepbrother is undeterred by my pained cries, brows drawing together in concentration as he moves his thick digit inside me. My entire body tenses as I brace for the worst, only to realize that he’s being strangely gentle, just…stroking.Prodding.
Something flickers in his eyes when he apparently gets the confirmation he’s been seeking.
“Well shit,” he breathes, slipping his finger back out as he looks up at his friends. “Little slut’s telling the truth.”
My cheeks burn, a ragged breath leaving my lips and a tear slipping from the corner of my eye. Ford immediately leans down to lick it off like a creep. Though I want to feel relieved thatRaf’s no longer touching me, I doubt my intact hymen will deter these monsters from taking what they want.
Raf’s hand lands on his belt again and my heart clenches in fear.
“Please don’t!Please…” I rasp.
To my surprise, he re-fastens it, lips curling into a sickening smile as his dark gaze flickers up to meet my own. “Oh, I’m not gonna fuck you, Ava,” he drawls, his deep voice smooth as silk. “Not right now, anyway. But know this: your cherry belongs tome. Iwillfuck you, and when I rip through your virginity, you’re going to want it.” He leans over me, his eyes so dark they’re almost black. “Better yet, you’ll bebeggingme for it.”
I shake my head, glaring daggers at him. “Never.”
“We’ll see about that.” He pushes off from the pool table and takes a step back, nodding to his friends. They immediately relinquish their grip on me, and for a minute, I think he’s letting me go; that this torment has finally ended.
Because I underestimate how evil my stepbrother really is.
“Climb down from there and get on your knees,” Raf orders, his tone eerily devoid of emotion.
I push myself up with shaky hands, slamming my thighs together and tugging the hem of my dress down over them as I blink at him in disbelief. “What?”
“Wes made you feel good, didn’t he?” Raf asks, shrugging a shoulder like this is just some casual, normal request. “The least you could do is finish him off.” He looks toward Wes. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
A grin spreads across Wes’ face– ironically, the very same one that gave me butterflies when he approached me on the deck downstairs. Now, that grin has a sense of dread washing over me, unease curling in my gut.
“Don’t you wanna suck his dick, pretty girl?” Ford asks, that devious gleam igniting in his hazel eyes again.
I can’t even form words. My stomach churns, bile crawling up my throat as I shake my head adamantly, eyes frantically searching the room for the nearest exit.
As if he can sense I’m about to make a run for it, Raf lunges in my direction, his hand latching around my throat. He yanks me off the edge of the pool table to my feet, hand sliding up to my chin and pinching my cheeks together painfully between his fingers and thumb. “Play nice, Ava,” he warns as he draws my face in closer to his. “If you bite, I’ll bend you over this pool table and fuck you bloody.”
I tremble at the warning, not doubting for a second he’d make good on that threat.
Seemingly satisfied by the fear reflected in my eyes, he lets go of my face, pressing his hands firmly to my shoulders and pushing me down to the floor. I’m still trembling as I let him guide me to my knees, then he smiles, tipping up my chin with a finger until my eyes meet his soulless ones.
“Good girl.”
Those two words simultaneously feel like a slap and a caress.
Raf moves out of the way and Wes steps in to take his place in front of me, fisting his hard cock in his palm. My eyes widen at the size of it, thick veins protruding from his shaft and a drop of precum leaking from the tip.
“Open wide, sweetheart,” Wes croons, angling his monstrous dick toward my mouth.
In a last act of defiance, I press my lips closed tightly, glaring up at him so he can see the rage and hatred burning in my eyes.
Wes just chuckles in amusement as he reaches down to grab my chin, pinching my cheeks until my lips pop open. Then he punches his hips forward, forcing his cock past them.
