“I tried to be nice,” he replied. “I brought you to my mom’s library, asked you what your interests were, and made sure you had a moment of silence.”
I trembled against him, unable to do much else.
The hand on my waist dropped lower, settling against the apex of my thigh right above my fishnet stockings.
“Please,” I whispered, biting back the tears that were hellbent on escaping.
Instead of responding, he nuzzled against the side of my neck like before. Only this time, everything about him repulsed me.
Chuckles echoed through the library, causing my spine to snap straight with awareness. When Russel stepped into view, my throat tightened painfully. Behind him was the dude constantly groping me and shit.
I realized then that I’d made a horrible mistake.
“Hope you haven’t started without us.” Russel smirked, letting his heated gaze roam over my breasts.
I struggled against Felix, nausea coiling within my gut. I had to find a way out of this.
“Nah, we were just getting warmed up.” Felix tightened his hold on me before steering me to the right. I dug my heels into the floor, but it was no use. He was so much stronger.
In the blink of an eye, he spun me around and pushed his hand against my back hard. I cried out, my body forcing to bend forward. My chest collided with the hard surface of a table, dread snaking down my spine.
“Fuck,” Russel groaned. “Lift her skirt up. Let me see that ass.”
Tears burned my eyes as I tried relentlessly to get free, but Felix didn’t let up.
“I got you,” Brendan replied, a hint of a smile in his voice.
“Stop,” I begged, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. My arms were pinned beneath me, preventing me from grabbing the weapon I’d brought just in case.
The air hit my bare ass suddenly, causing my breath to stutter out. I was wearing a black thong and fishnet stockings underneath, but they did zilch for coverage.
A low whistle rang out, and I couldn’t even tell which guy it had come from. Warm fingers traced the curve of my ass, and I bucked forward, trying my hardest to get away from their touch. His fingers hooked into the string of my thong and he started tugging it down my legs.
“Please don’t do this,” I tried again, shaking from where I lay bent over the table.
“Shhh,” Russel replied, giving him away. He was the one doing this—touching me, undressing me. “It’ll be fun. You’ll see.” The humor was evident in his tone, which told me he knew it wouldn’t be even remotely fun for me. When my thong fell to the floor, he brushed his fingers against my pussy without missing a beat. It was so unexpected, I jerked in both shock and disgust.
They weren’t going to stop.
That became apparent. It didn’t matter how much I begged and pleaded with them. In order to get free, I needed to play it more strategically.
When his fingers found my clit, I gasped—a sound that was half real and half exaggerated. I widened my stance, hoping to God he wouldn’t shove his fingers in there.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “I think she likes it.”
In your dreams, asshole.
“Of course she does,” Felix replied, stroking the side of my face with his free hand. “She’s a little freak. Isn’t that right, Ember?”His words came out much breathier than before, a slight hitch to them that let me know he was getting off on this.
Russel started to rub me, making my stomach curl in on itself. Despite the repulsion swimming through my veins, I forced a moan from my throat.
“Move, Felix,” Russel barked, making me wince.
Felix sighed but reluctantly released me and stepped off to the side. I didn’t know what Russel intended on doing next, but while he was occupied, I freed one of my hands and reached down to where my right stocking hugged my leg. My fingers drifted over the metal, and I quickly tugged it free from its holster before hiding it between the table and my chest.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins, fear causing my throat to tighten. If this failed, I’d be completely fucked—no pun intended.
I gasped when I felt warm breath skate over my pussy, my legs tightening in an attempt to prevent what he was about to do. Just as his tongue slid across my crease, I shoved away from the table and whirled around to face them. The hilt of the knife was clutched in my hand, and I slashed outwards, satisfied when the blade connected with Russel’s cheek. His eyes widened in shock, his hand flying up to cup his new wound.
