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I wanted to check on Penn but it was obvious she wanted space, so I dropped down at the computer beside Stone and brought up the files, getting to work. Knox muttered something about checking in with Jai before leaving the room, and Drake let out a huff of annoyance as he got comfortable at a computer further away from us.
We’d chase down Penn later once she’d had some time alone.
Stone
I had no idea what I’d been thinking by sending Penn into that fucking house, but it made me nervous that she hadn’t ratted me out for it. Cruz kept glancing at me while we silently scoured through hours worth of security footage for movement within minutes, guilt slamming me in the chest.
My hatred for Penelope was going to destroy my friendship with my best friend and those I called family.
She was distracting them all, even Knox, but now she had me by the balls. I hadn’t thought it through, but sending her into Rory Donovan’s house should’ve meant the end of Penelope Whitlock and all my problems.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I’d almost gotten her killed, for fuck’s sake.
Drake sulked at his desk, checking his phone every five minutes. At least Knox seemed to be doing something productive as he sent me through some files we’d been looking for.
The moment Cruz joined Drake across the room, I quickly pulled up the footage of his room, surprised to find it empty.
I frowned, clicking through other rooms until finally finding her in Knox’s.
I kept the audio off but I could tell she was crying, curled up in his bed like she belonged there. The thought made me clench my fists. She didn’t belong here, she never would, and she had no right to be in Knox’s room.
He was only fucking her, it was nothing special.
My jaw clenched as I flicked to the hallway footage to see him sitting against the wall by his bedroom door, most likely watching the footage on his phone.
All my boys were brainwashed, and I was the only one who seemed to see it.
Chapter Eighteen
Penn
I cried myself to sleep like an idiot. Trusting Stone had been stupid, and part of me had hoped doing the job would make him see me as one of them.
Obviously it was just a game to him, a way to get rid of me.
I woke up to the bed jostling, Knox’s scent surrounding me and making me remember where I was. If I’d gone to Cruz’s room, him and Drake wouldn’t have left me alone, but they wouldn’t bother me in here.
“Lie on your stomach,” Knox growled in my ear, his fingers already tugging at my pants. “Now, Whitlock.”
He didn’t wait for me to do as I was told before he started manhandling me, putting me in the position he wanted and tearing my pants down my legs.
“I’m not really in the mood, asshole,” I mumbled into the pillow as I tried to wake up properly, but I wriggled my ass against him as he laid over my back, his cock sliding between my thighs as his teeth firmly bit into my shoulder.
“I don’t give a shit. You’re in my bed so do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Sir,” I snorted, trying to part my legs but his knees were placed on either side of them, keeping my legs tightly together.
“Are you going to be a good princess and take my cock?” he asked gruffly in my ear, dropping a bottle of lube onto the bed beside us as he slicked himself up. “Are you going to let me fill your pussy with my cum?”
“Please,” I replied with a groan, wriggling my butt again.
“Such a cock-hungry slut,” he bit out, sliding his slick cock between my legs to tease me. “You’re going to take every fucking inch of me.”
A moan left me as he finally started pushing inside my pussy, stretching me as he held me still. He kept my legs together, keeping my pussy tight as he pumped in and out of me, and he threaded his fingers through my hair as he held my head down on the pillow.
He didn’t warn me before picking up the pace, his hand firmly on my head to hold me down as he rode me hard, my loud cries echoing around the room and most likely being heard from the hallway.
