“What do you say, doll?” Law asks, brushing the hair off my shoulder, his eyes following the motion before coming back to mine. “Want to show him how we play?”
“Of course, she does,” Dax snorts.
I look over at him and wonder why he even sticks around. He never touches me, but he watches. Maybe it’s their way of keeping me alive. If Monroe had the opportunity to wrap his hands around my throat, he wouldn’t let up until he was satisfied that I was dead. He told me that and I believed every word.
“Remove your shoes.” Law orders.
I just stand there, staring at Dax, but Law grips my chin, forcing me to face him, and slides a finger between my black choker and my neck. A cruel smile spreads across his face. “Let’s show him how you earned this.”
I swallow, knowing exactly what is about to happen, but a part of me wants it—to prove to Nicholas that I’m not his, and that no matter how badly he wants me, these men would never allow it.
“Once again, I said remove your shoes, little doll.” He lets go and takes a step back from me.
I kick them off and push them to the side. Law reaches down, grabbing the hem of my shirt, letting me know that we’re not going to be taking our time. “Let’s get you undressed.”
I lift my arms above my head, willingly letting him undress me. I’m their doll, right? They get to dress me up and play with me however they want.
Throwing my shirt to Dax, he then undoes my jeans and yanks them down my legs along with my underwear, dropping to his knees in the process. His face is now right in front of my pussy, and my breath picks up when he licks his lips. “Soon.” He looks up at me and winks.
He stands to his six-foot-one height and undoes my bra with one quick motion. My knees begin to shake when he tosses it across the room. Five sets of eyes are on my very naked body in the middle of the men’s locker room. They can practically hear my heart pounding in my chest. Every single bruise and bite mark that Law and Scout gave me over the weekend is fully on display like a picture framed on the wall for all to admire.
Law rubs his sharp jaw while his baby blue eyes look me up and down, letting out a whistle. “Such a beautiful doll.” He praises me, and I hate that it makes my pussy tighten. That I crave any kind of acceptance from them. These bastards have trained my body to want them, to need them. I’m like the wild animal they feel pity for and feed their leftover scraps to. And every damn time, I will do anything for that food they dangle in front of me.
I look over at Nicholas and see he’s practically drooling at my breasts. I almost forget that he’s the reason we’re in here right now. He licks his lips, and instinct has me crossing my arms over my chest while bile starts to rise. I don’t want him to see me.
Law grips my chin, lifting my head to guide my eyes back to his. “Look at me, doll. I’m playing with you, not him.” Letting go of my chin, he begins to remove his belt, and my breathing quickens.
I already know what he wants, and my sore body screams to tell him no. That it needs a break. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know existed after my weekend with Scout and Law.
With his black leather belt now hanging in his right hand, he steps behind me.
Taking in a deep breath, I place my hands behind my back, knowing that’s a battle I’ll never win. Law wraps the belt around my upper arms, tying them tightly, pushing my chest out. I whimper, thankful he didn’t do my already sore wrists, and drop my head to stare at my bare feet.
A hand fists my hair, and my head is jerked upright. I scream out into the silent locker room. The sound bounces off the black and white painted walls. Law steps up to me, and I can feel his hard dick against my lower back before he speaks. “Don’t be shy, doll. Show him how much you like it.”
My eyes meet Nicholas, and he looks at me down his nose since his head is snapped back at an uncomfortable position due to the belt around his neck. His earlier infatuation now turned to disgust.
“Kneel,” Law whispers in my ear before he lets go of me.
I slowly drop to my knees, and my legs scream in agony. My body begins to shake with nervousness.
Law turns his back on me and walks over to one of their duffel bags that sits in front of a black leather couch. He unzips it and pulls out a football. “Pussy and football—my two favorite things.” He throws it up in the air and then catches it with a smile, showing off his perfectly straight and glowing teeth. He comes back to stand in front of me. “Sit up.”