I had no power of control over my body once again, and this didn’t escape without a remark from kingBrax. ‘I’m starting to think you were waiting for us.’
‘Like I wait for my death.’
‘Now don’t get dramatic on me. Better do yourself a favor and spread them,’ Without waiting for a reaction from me, he pressed a hand between my thighs, forcing them to open and sliding two of his fingers inside. The sensation took me by surprise, drawing my posterior to arch from the thrust, crushing against the shape of Cole’s hardened member that was threatening to break through his jeans. The encounter made me jump in front again, only to meet the velocity of Brax’s fingers, driving inside me over and over again.
I hated all of them to the point I wanted to be the one locking them in the Pit and throwing away the key. Though there was something more. The adrenaline, the lust, the testosterone floating in the room, breaking through my skin and infiltrating my veins. Their wicked excitement was somehow transferring to me, awakening some fucked-up sense, a devious illusion that I could own them all, and not the other way around. A little surreal considering my position— imprisoned by Cole’s cage of muscles, tortured by Brax’s wicked desires, and overlooked by Ferris’s demonic gaze.
They all wanted the same thing from me. To see me suffer and at the same time to see me addicted to each one of them, to crave for their presence and for their touch.
To become a junkie as they were my drug.
Still, I tried once again to get away from Cole’s grip, uniting my knees to stop Brax from going forward with his game.
‘Stop fussing, Bea. Or are you too afraid of what my touch is doing to you?’ Brax was just speaking out my thoughts, expressing my deepest anxiety, and multiplying the humiliation they were subjecting me to. But, strangely, they didn’t see it that way.It was a game of uncontained lust and sinful needs, where rules didn’t apply as long as the goal was achieved.
‘You’re close,’ Brax whispered, preying off the way I was trying to reject any sign of elation. Yet it was almost impossible as his masterly trained fingers knew all of my weaknesses, attacking each one of my weak spots to get me to crash against him.
‘Ferris!?’ Cole called out for him. Though I wasn’t sure if it was to request his presence or to make sure he was ok.
‘Go on, I’m fine here. It kind of reminds me of the old days,’ he let out a soft chuckle.
Shit, he was really enjoying it. I was expecting to feel at least a hint of jealousy in his voice. The feeling must have transported him into the past, finding a part of the old Ferris. A part that I didn’t want to meet.
‘This is better than the old days,’ Brax spoke through gritted teeth as he was grinding so possessively within me that my body was curving into a ball, unable to withstand the rippling surge of ecstasy flowing throughout me.
‘Itisbetter,’ Ferris curved the corner of his lips into a dangerous smile as I understood exactly what he was referring to. I wasn’t a bimbo or one of their whores. I was the good girl that was breaking all morality to become a semi-prisoner in their devious game.
‘I can’t wait for your punishment the next time you disobey one of us,’ Cole slowly bit on my neck, probably giving me the biggest hickie of my life, to mark his presence on my body.
I could barely stand as Brax was strolling his hand over the last flickers of my orgasm, bringing all I ever thought of them to a whole new level. I genuinely feared them now, and Cole’s threat seemed more real than ever. He obviously had a plan for my next slip-up, and that was exactly what was forcing me to assure myself there wouldn’t be anext time.
I really needed to hold back thefuck youanddrop-deadgreetings.
‘I think she willwantto defy us next time. Won’t you, Bea?’ Brax grinned pulling his hand from beneath my dress then rearranging the fabric back on as if nothing had happened.
I couldn’t answer. Not in a civilized manner anyway. Just flared my nostrils, and the second Cole loosened his grip, stormed out the door.
‘Don’t go off too far. The party isn’t over yet!’ Cole called after me as I was determined to walk straight back to the limo.
The party wasn’t over for me and that only meant one thing— my torment wasn’t over either.
Just fucking great!
Chapter 14
Istormed out of the room, while their precise instructions were still resounding in my mind. I couldn’t leave the party. Not without further consequences. That meant I had at least five or six hours in which I needed to mingle between the wolves with my kings playing the alpha males.
Deep down I loathed my body for craving more, for crying after their touch, dreaming of the consuming flames that only they can create. And that feeling. That cursed feeling that everyone knew what I had done.
What they had done!
That feeling was making me almost throw up, not because I was caught by the wrath of my kings. But because I allowed myself to enjoy it!
With shaking hands, I poured a glass of any alcohol I could find, forcing myself to down its contents in just a few sips. I didn’t even know what it was. Gin, vodka...anything to numb my senses. Just needed something to clear my mind and switch off even for a nanosecond. Something that would help me part from reality.
The kings left the room one by one, losing themselves amongst the crowd as I was trying to stay as far as possible from them as I could. There was no party mood left in me anymore. Not sure there was much of a party mood to begin with, but being forced to attend the gathering of stuck-up students was making the music sound like scratching on my eardrums. And if I found that annoying, the company that kept stumbling on to me was horrific. The unending praise of every piece of clothing I was wearing and every lock of hair styled to perfection were doing my head in. Then there were the countless drama queens going on and on with gossip I didn’t want to hear, about people I didn’t even know.
At least no male presence was around to hit on me or try and buy me a drink from the free bar. But I guessed my three protectors had something to do with that. Strangely enough, they weren’t with any female company either. Not even Cole or Brax, who I expected to have two or three tramps hanging around their necks halfway through the night. It was like the rule applied both ways. No one could touch me and no one was allowed to touch them either. At least not from now on.
