“That’ll never happen! I will never want you or the two other goons who kidnapped me!” she yells in my face, angry because her body is betraying her. I pull away from her enough so that I’m able to look down at her pretty pink cunt, smirking at the sight of her glistening lips. Her mouth may tell lies, but her body tells the truth.
I can smell her sweet arousal; it’s the sweetest scent. My jaw aches, and my mouth waters for a taste of her. Dropping my head down to her, I brush my lips faintly against hers while I remove her panties from my pocket and use the material to wipe over her wet cunt.
Tate gasps, her hips jerking toward me. It takes every ounce of self-control I can fucking muster up to pull away from her. “Get some sleep,” I grunt, dragging myself away from the bed where Tate is still panting, her beautiful chest rapidly rising and falling. I can see her pebbled nipples poking through the thin material of her skimpy lingerie. Balling my hands into fists at my sides, I can feel the wetness from her panties on my palm, and suddenly all I want to do is throw myself at her and fuck her until she can’t breathe. As much as I want to, I know now isn’t the time. So I stomp out of the room and slam the door behind me.
I don’t ever want to fucking hear Eli tell me ever again that I don’t have self-control.
With a scowl on my face, I barrel down the hall. My eyes lock with Eli’s, who’s just stepping out of his bedroom. He takes one look at me before he folds over laughing.
“Rowen! You owe me—he didn’t get laid!” He wipes at the invisible tears under his eyes.
“Fuck off,” I growl. Motherfuckers. They bet on me getting my dick wet. Those little bitches.
“What happened? She turn you down?” Fucking Eli. He doesn’t always know when it’s best to shut up and quit poking the bear.
“Don’t worry about what happened, brother, she’ll be screaming my name soon enough.”
He shakes his head. “Just be careful, don’t get attached to her. We’re delivering her in three days.” he warns, and I nod. Even though I feel like it’s already too late for that. I knew there was something about her the moment our eyes met on Monday night.
Fuck that, I knew there was something different about her the minute I first laid eyes on her months ago. I watched her through a computer screen for months, and now, I have her in person. She’s down the hall, within reach, and I have three days with her. Three days to do God only knows what.
I see the darkness within Tate. It calls to mine. All I want is to push her over the edge and bring her inner demons out to play. Such fucking fun we could have.
With a wide smile, I push past Eli and stomp down the hallway toward my bedroom. I waste no time removing my clothing and lying on my bed. With her panties tangled around my fingers, I bring the small piece of fabric to my nose and inhale her scent, groaning in sweet relief.
Holy fuck. She smells good.
Closing my eyes, I hold her panties in my left hand while I fist my meaty cock with my right and begin pumping up and down my length, inhaling her scent every so often.
With Tate’s smell in my nostrils, the image of her wet pussy spread bare before me, and my fist pumping my aching cock, I barely last. I’m like a teenage boy who can’t control his damn self.
I come, and I come hard.
The thick, creamy ropes of my cum shoot from my purple mushroom tip and lands over my stomach.
I’m too exhausted to move and too frustrated to do anything else. My dick is still painfully hard, and all I want to do is run into Tate’s room and fuck her until she begs me to stop.
I lie there staring at the ceiling, tracing mindless circles in the drying cum on my stomach.
Three days. I have three days to ruin the girl down the hall.
Ilie in bed for what feels like hours after King left the room. I keep staring at the ceiling fan swirling around and around, and contemplate how I’m going to get the fuck out of here. I heard the door lock so I know it would be useless to try it. Screaming won’t get me anywhere; I know that from experience. If someone really wants something, hearing “no” or “let me go” isn’t going to change their mind.
I don’t know these bastards that kidnapped me, nor what they want with me. At first, I thought it washim. I thoughthefound me, but quickly realized that’s not the case.
I was careful. After I left the city, I’d never talked about it. I’d never told anyone about my history here, sohewouldn’t know where to look for me here.
I’m safe. Well, I was.
I stare at the fan until my eyelids become heavy and I can’t keep them open anymore. My body is still on fire, and I can feel my wetness between my legs. Fucking King. He had no right to come near me. Fuck him and fuck my body for reacting to him. Cassie was right; I should’ve found someone and got laid. I’m blaming my reaction to him on my lack of sex.
Speaking of Cassie, I truly hope she’s realized I’m gone and is now out trying to find me. I don’t know what these three macho men have planned for me, but I do know it won’t be good.
Why do I feel like I’ve escaped one evil, only to be faced with an evil unlike any I’ve ever known?
Frustrated and exhausted, I eventually drag myself out of the bed and into the bathroom. It’s simple—log walls with white fixtures. I slip off my baby doll dress, lock the door behind me, and step into the glass shower, not minding the cold water that sprays over me at first. The cold is exactly what I need to extinguish the flame that King started.
Showering in a house with three strangers isn’t the smartest thing to do, but the shower is fucking magical on my aching muscles. Stupidly, I allow myself to relax underneath the waterfall.