“Stop. Wait. Fine,” I say because really, what other choice do I have? I uncross my ankles, and Mav steps back, watching me like a bird of prey. I am most definitely the mouse in this situation.
Lincoln reaches forward, his fingers brushing softly against my skin as he pulls my panties down my legs. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin at his touch, and I hate that my body reacts to him like it does. He smiles up at me knowingly, so I can’t help but taunt him. “This is the only way you’ll ever be able to touch me. Pathetic.”
The light dances in his thunderstorm eyes as he chuckles softly. “By the time I’m done with you, Octavia, you’ll be begging for me to touch you again.”
“You think this is a game?” I pull against Finley's grip again, but it's futile.
“Princess, the sooner you figure out that life is a game, the sooner you’ll understand.” Lincoln throws that bit of fucked up philosophy my way right before his tongue does a leisurely swipe of my pussy that has my entire body shaking with need.
“I hate you!” My words are harsh, but my delivery of them is weak as hell. My traitorous body has abandoned me, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
“That’s okay,” I hear Finley whisper in my ear, his erection rubbing against my hip as he keeps a steel hold on my wrists above my head. “We hate you too.”
I turn to face him, and the fire in his eyes is enough to shock me to silence. It takes a second for me to remember that I want to answer his retort, but Lincoln swiftly grabs my thighs and throws them over his shoulders—giving him open access to my pussy to do with it as he wishes—stealing my attention away from Finley’s hurtful words.
The first full contact of Lincoln’s mouth on my body sends shivers down every inch of my skin in slow fucking motion. How is this even possible? Why am I reacting this way?
Rustling sheets to my left catch my attention, and when I turn to see what’s happening, I see Maverick leaning back on one arm as he sits back on my bed, his other hand gripping his eye-wateringly big cock like he lives here. Like this is his room, his bed.
Like I’m his to admire.
Narrowing my eyes at the sight before me, I try to growl at him, but it all comes out in a moan like I’m the star of an orgy video. None of them miss the sound, the smirks on each of their faces telling they heard it loud and clear.
“Nice. I might just come in my pants if you do that again,” Finley whispers, lips tickling the shell of my ear.
“Fuck you!” I hiss, and Lincoln pulls back from me to look into my eyes. You’d think him being on his knees would give me some form of power, but it's glaringly obvious to all involved that I am not the one with power here.
“Maybe one day, but first, I want to see how fast I can make you come,” Lincoln taunts, which only pisses me off more.
“You’re delusional if you think you can force me to come,” I spit at Lincoln just as his mouth latches back onto my pussy. Finley’s cock rubs up against my naked skin as he grips my chin, turning my head toward Maverick who’s jacking himself off, eyes fixed on where Lincoln’s mouth is fucking my pussy like he owns it.
“There’s nothing more powerful than owning a cunt’s orgasms. And trust me, Octavia, while you stay in Echoes Cove, we own you.”
I can smell my arousal, hear the wet sounds coming from Lincoln’s mouth, and the slapping of Maverick’s cock as he increases the rhythm of his strokes. I squeeze my eyes closed to try to shut out everything else. I am trying really fucking hard not to enjoy any of this.
What kind of fucked up person am I that I have to force myself not to enjoy being taken by three guys I hate?
I’m going to Hell. Yeah, scratch that.
I’m already in Hell.
Finley's grip on my chin tightens before his hand moves down to hold my throat, and he squeezes. “Open your eyes, whore. Watch him.”
All of my good intentions go flying out the window as Lincoln pushes two fingers inside my pussy and curls them just right, hitting some sort of magic button deep inside me that no-one before him has managed to find.
“So tight for a dirty little whore.” Lincoln grins up at me before letting out a dry laugh.
“Fuck you,” I pant, wishing I didn’t sound as turned on as I do, and I grit my teeth at his degradation yet again. If only he knew the truth of it.
He thrusts his fingers inside of me again and I see fucking stars. A shudder runs down my spine, and the sound that comes out of my mouth isn't normal. It’s animal-like. Something uncontrollable and unwanted.
Maverick grins from where he’s splayed out on my bed. “There it is. Keep going, Linc, I think she’s enjoying herself.”
Fucking Finley and his dirty whispers.
Pressing my head back against the wall, I make the mistake of looking down. What I see undoes me completely.
Lincoln eats my pussy like it’s his last supper, two fingers pumping in and out of me as his lips latch onto my clit and squeeze hard enough to make me groan in pleasure. I’m almost resolved to just letting it happen, but then I look at Maverick, and the smug expression on his face gives me the strength to keep fighting them. Until Lincoln hits that spot again, and every thought but their touches and stares leaves me.