Page 947 of Lessons in Cruelty

Rooke starts jerking off under her, his fingers slamming up against her wet pussy with every violent stroke.

Kai’s cock bobs, hard and stiff, and Rooke uses his other hand to start jerking Kai off too.

“Jesus, ffffuck,” Kai whimpers, his hips bucking wildly as he thrusts into Rooke’s hand. “Harder, Bash. Harder.”

Rooke’s knuckles go white as he tightens his grip on Kai’s shaft.

My own cock is throbbing so hard I can feel my heartbeat inside my fucking pants. I bite back a groan, but it’s obvious they all hear me, because Rooke lets out another chuckle, and Kai’s movements speed up.

He rips his fingers out of Haven’s mouth, his hand disappearing behind her back. He’s struggling to accomplish whatever he’s trying to do, though, because he barks out a frustrated, “Open up your ass, Haven!”

She lets go of her tits and hurriedly reaches behind her, spreading her ass cheeks apart for Kai.

That must be when he slips a finger—possibly two, maybe even three—inside her asshole, because Haven’s entire body goes rigid as she lets out a long groan of pleasure.

Rooke controls the pace for all three of them. One hand works Kai while Haven moves above him, his fist feeding her only a few inches of his cock at a time. From Haven’s whines, it’s not nearly enough.

“Should I get her off, officer?” Kai asks, breathless. “Or let her suffer?”

“Touch her,” I choke out. “But don’t let her come. Not yet.”

“Better do what he says, boy,” Rooke tells him.

Kai obeys.

Realization hits me like ice water to the face.

Every time I give one of them an order, Rooke repeats it. Translates it into his own voice. Makes it his command instead of mine.

Kai and Haven haven’t been obeying me. They’ve been obeying him.

I wasn’t ever given permission to play with his toys.

I was handed a delusion of power.

And the worst part is…I swallowed it whole.

I tug on the belt around my wrists hard enough to make the chair creak. I can’t tell if I’m angry or seconds away from coming.

And somehow, like a predator sensing wounded prey, Rooke homes in for an easy kill. He leans to the side, dark eyes locking with mine.

“Leaving so soon, Fox?” Rooke asks. “Are you mad that you were invited to the party, but I won’t let you have any cake?”

“Sadistic fuck,” I mutter.

“That’s not very nice.” His lips curl into a smug smile. “I was going to let you come whenever you wanted, but now I think you’ll have to wait for my permission.”

“Fuck you.” I sound exactly like Kai had. Like Haven had.

That, I assume, is the point of this whole fucking charade. I came in here with agency, authority—maybe even an agenda—and where the fuck am I now?

Trying not to come in my pants.

“Be nice to the host,” Rooke says. “Party isn’t over yet.”

He takes his hand off his own cock and grabs Haven’s shoulder, forcing her down his shaft in one hard, violent shove.

You’d swear he knifed her in the guts. She yells out wordlessly, bowing forward so quickly that her hair swishes out and grazes my face.