“You don’t stop, do you?”
“Not normally, no.”
“No?” I splay her cheeks apart and crouch down to look at her. “How about now?” She’s quiet. I don’t think she’s breathing. I see the glistening lips of her pussy and her tight little asshole. Take in the drip of arousal on her inner thigh. I lean my face into her and inhale as she gasps, then lick her from her dripping pussy to her ass to the top of her crack before straightening.
“You’re going to feel every inch of me when I take those tight little holes,” I tell her, voice raw with desire as I press my erection against her.
She tries to turn, but I keep her where she is.
“Please don’t—”
“You know what else I don’t like, little Dandelion?”
I slip one hand around to her clit and rub.
“Please, Bastian, I—”
“I don’t like wanting you. But I do. As does Amadeo. But let me make one thing very clear.” I thrust slowly against her, then draw away and dig my fingernails into her ass cheeks until she yelps. I lean in close so she’ll feel my breath at her ear. “Don’t think you’ll use that to come between us. You’re going to be our little fuck toy. A perk. Do you understand that, Dandelion? Because that’s all you are. A weed. Something to be trampled on without a thought and eventually plucked out of existence entirely.”
She looks back at me, defiance and fear warring. “Let me go. Get away from me. I did what you wanted tonight. I did—”
“Let’s be very clear. You did what my brother wanted.”
“I said let me go.” She tries to wriggle free.
“Do you understand?”
“I understand you’re fucking bipolar!”
I chuckle. “Do you feel me, sweetheart?” I grind my hips against her, making sure she does. “It’s best, for your sake, that I leave your room right now, Dandelion. Tell me you understand so I can do that.”
She turns her head to look at me, searching my eyes. My face. She understands the threat is to be taken very seriously. “Yeah. I understand. You hate me. That makes us the same. Because I fucking hate you, too.”
“That’s my girl.”
“I’m not your girl.”
I release her, stepping backward. She turns to face me. I look her over one more time. “Now get some sleep. We’ll want you well-rested for tomorrow.”
She wants to ask questions. Or tell me to go to hell. I get it. But before she can do either, I walk out of the room and lock the door behind me.