“What do you say, boys? Wanna have some fun? I’m all here for the taking.” I wink a second before my head is ripped back, my scalp burning at almost having my hair clean ripped out from his brutal movements.
“No one fucking touches you, Hellion. You’re mine.” His dark, bordering on deranged eyes hold mine and all the air rushes from my lungs.
Right now, there’s no way I could refute anything that Calli told me last night. I might have seen Seb with both a gun and a knife in the past couple of weeks, but he has never looked more dangerous, more deadly than he does right now.
“Mine,” he mouths.
Releasing my hair, I breathe a sigh of relief when he removes his hand and I don’t find strands of it between his fingers.
That feeling only lasts so long, because his hand drops between my legs, his fingers dancing up my thighs and making my muscles bunch in desire.
“Are you going to put on a nice little show for my brothers, Hellion? I think they need to see who you belong to just as much as you need to understand it.”
My chest heaves, my breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps. Biting my lips together, I try to refrain from demanding he stop teasing me and just do it.
Nico wasn’t wrong. I’m so fucking ready to feel him inside me.
My pussy aches to be stretched open, to be punished by him for whatever went down last night that I don’t remember.
A needy whimper escapes as he gets higher, dragging his finger over my lips but not going near where I need him.
“Look how badly they want you, Princess. All of them are fucking dying for a taste of you.”
Unable to do anything but follow orders in the hope it’ll get me what I need, I find each of their eyes.
The green in Theo’s is brighter than ever as they follow Seb’s movements, his cock bulging against his pants. Alex and Nico’s eyes are so blown with desire that they look like the dark depths of hell, much like Seb’s do behind me. Nico, though… he’s taking it to the next level, because his hand has slipped under his waistband and he slowly strokes himself as he watches me.
Sensing my attention, his eyes lift to mine and he winks.
Nothing like helping me out, asshole.
A scowl pulls at my lips, but all he does in response is smile.
“Oh God,” I breathe when Seb finally grazes my clit before pushing lower and sinking two fingers inside me.
“Fuck, Hellion. You do like driving my boys wild, huh?”
He curls his fingers inside me, and I lose any thread of control I was holding onto.
My body sags back against his, giving myself over to what he’s doing. My eyes fall closed as I focus on the sensations and my quickly building release.
“Watch them,” he barks, his fingers stilling. “I want them to see exactly what they can’t have.”
An argument is right on the tip of my tongue, a demand to know if this is actually about punishing them for last night more than it is about me.
Although the second I open my eyes, I quickly realize that they’re all enjoying this as much as I am. Not that I’d ever fucking admit it.
Nico has given up attempting to hide what he’s doing to himself. His sweats are now around his thighs, his thick cock openly in his palm as he fists it.
Alex has his pants undone and his hand is quickly sinking beneath the fabric. Theo is the only one who looks even slightly composed as he sits there with his hand moving slowly over the bulge in his pants.
The sight of them falling apart before me is so fucking erotic I almost find my voice and demand they just shed their clothes, let me see exactly what this is doing to them.
But doing so would probably put pay to the intense release I’m flying toward, so I settle on moaning out Seb’s name instead, more than aware that it’s what he wants and willing to play this little game of his.
I’m not sure if he was anticipating me enjoying it, but fuck, I’m not sure I want to be anywhere else right now.
“Who do you belong to, Hellion?” he tries again, knowing that I’m beginning to fall.
I fight to drag in the air I need as he keeps me riding that torturous edge of pleasure. If I say or do the wrong thing, he’s going to rip it away from me, and that can’t happen. Not this time. I’m too far gone, and it’ll result in doing something stupid like running straight to Nico, who I’m sure would be more than willing to finish the job—assuming he was alive long enough to do so.
“Y-you,” I breathe, part of me hoping he can’t hear it over the increasing grunts and groans that are filling the room.
“Louder,” he booms, startling me. “Tell my boys who you fucking belong to.”
“You,” I cry as a loud crash sounds out somewhere in the room. “You, Seb. I belong to you,” I shout as his fingers pick up pace once more.
I’m just about to fall when my eyes find a figure on the other side of the room.
Toby.