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I can’t seem to let go of the fact he’s a walking contradiction so my mouth runs again. “Those are large words with big meanings for a man that can’t seem to honor a single one of them. For the final time, I don’t know shit about anything. Let me go.” Yeah, like he’s going to just pull the ropes off and watch me walk out of here. “I’ve been in hell for a long time. There’s nothing I know. I don’t know what my father told you so just stop this here and you will never see me again.”
I can’t see him, but I feel Augustine nearby. It’s not so much as feeling his body heat but sensing his energy near.
“You three have nothing to say?”
They circle me like wolves looking to see the weakest point in their prey. I have news for them. They can take bites out of me and I still will have nothing to say.
Victor gathers my hair and moves it to the side while Darius takes the knife I used on him and drags the edge down my torso, between my breasts and doesn’t stop until he reaches the edge of my cropped knit sweater.
I suck in a harsh breath between clenched teeth. “You’re sadistic, you know that? I can’t believe I used to think you three were irresistibly handsome. I used to fantasize about you taking me outside on my father’s grounds while his men walked the perimeter. My father made me sit and watch videos of you. He had his man secretly recording your moves for months. Every time he put me on the couch with a screen in front of me, he said it was like what boxers did to learn their opponent’s moves. I didn’t mind. All I thought about was how handsome you all were.”
Augustine comes to my right and fingers the buttons holding the sides of my sweater closed. The touch, though light, causes my nipples to pebble against the soft cashmere and thin silk bra.
“You talk when you are nervous.” His rough voice is close to my ear and gives me instant goosebumps with how the low rumble of his voice affects my libido.
I breathe deeply, dragging the scent of his cologne in with the increasingly warm air. Masculine. A hint of wildness and warm leather.
“And you are so —”
His lips take mine in a punishing kiss. His body warmth mixes with mine and the taste of him on my tongue is intoxicating. At some point he had whiskey, and it’s warm and sweet on his tongue. The scruff covering his chin scrapes against mine. It burns and yet…feels good. I hate thinking that, but it's true. His tongue plunges in, strokes over mine and for a second I lose myself to the sensations of having a man kiss me. My insides clench and the way his tongue curls around mine to stroke over the roof of my mouth has me gasping into his kiss.
His husky, chuckle makes me see red when he pulls back wearing a smug expression filled with triumph.
He kisses the tip of my nose and jumps back when I snap my teeth in his face. “Whoa, sweetheart. I just wanted to know how to get your attention. You do not know how beautiful you are tied up and flustered with rage.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over my lips. “These lips will be a treasure to feel wrapped around my cock.” He moves in and lowers his voice to a gravelly whisper. “And before I give it to you, I’ll have you begging.”
“Not in this lifetime, buddy,” I hear myself say but deep down I wish this was all for fun and they really wanted me for me. I can lie to them, but the truth is he turns me on and it scares me how I haven’t felt like I need to mark the exits out of fear. I feel…safe.
“Try kissing me again and I’ll bite you.”
Augustine’s dark eyes hinge on my moving lips.
“Please do.” He grips the sides of my face and controls my movements. He leans over me. Brown eyes fill my vision. “I told you once and I’ll say it again. You’ll pay for drawing blood. Do it again and the punishment will be twice as harsh.”
The caress of his thumb over my bottom lip undermines his cold tone. It is like he wants me to fear him, yet he’s quietly undressing me with the way his eyes leave a burning trail down my body when he steps away.
I wet my dry lips due to all my heavy breathing. “So what now? You slice and dice? Send body parts back to my father until he agrees to give you whatever it is you want? You filthy, twisted beasts.”
Victor leans against the giant dining room table I’m tied to. He walks two fingers up my thigh and plays with the side zipper to my skirt. “I have a better idea.” His voice drips with dark promises. Darius takes his shirt and props it under my head as a makeshift pillow.
“Don’t expect a thank you.” Look at me being strong. Fuck yeah!
His well-shaped lips peel back in a smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”
He stays on my left, and Augustine is on my right. He plays with my fingers while Victor zips and unzips my skirt.
“I’m not into games, sorry. Next.” I get a mind-warping hit of their mixed colognes. Not overwhelming. Clean, masculine. Fucking intoxicating with a hint of pine and fresh snow.
Sunlight breaks through the window toward the front of the cabin right before it’s smothered out by the encroaching storm. Just like all that hope I felt after hearing my father’s voice.
Darius grabs both of my ankles and skewers me with an unwavering look. “Our rope, our cabin, our captive and our fucking rules.”
“You should be a poet.” It’s surreal to hear the comforting crackle of a fire and smell the woodsy scent that usually gives me so much pleasure and yet be so damn wound up.
Augustines sinks his hand into my hair and turns me to face him. “I’m going to love fucking the arrogance out of you. When My brother has his cock balls-deep in your ass, I’m going to pound your pussy so hard you’ll beg me to stop.”
Slapping the wordpromises you won’t keepin their face to taunt them more sits on the tip of my tongue. But the bravado in me sinks into the bottoms of my feet at seeing the truth in his dark gaze. I swallow and for the first time tonight I don’t know what I should say. His grip tightens in my hair and I shudder in a shallow breath. I want to tell them to do it. I want to feel the touch of men I’ve fantasized over. But the Society forced fears I never knew I had to the surface and I’m scared to reach out and take what these men are blatantly threatening me with.
Their threats drip high-octane fuel directly onto the glowing cinders of my dormant libido. I’ve known for a while now that there’s something wrong with me. There has to be, right? No pill or head doctor can put me back together after Society 69 got a hold of me. I see men and rather walk the other direction but these three stir a fire in me and make me want to fight, love and…fuck. There I said it. How crass, but so damn true.
