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The only time non consent is hot is in fictional worlds! Still wanna play? Good. It’s time to be chased by some obsessive, toxic men in masks. Let’s go.
Miles grips his door handle, the tattoos on his forearm flexing. He’s covered in tattoos, mostly from his military days. It’s hot. I like knowing I have a badass kneeling at my feet.
“You know hurting me gets me hard, Miley.”
“You’ll learn soon that if you get anything, it comes from me. Food? Me. Water? Me. The air you breathe?” He rubs the plastic mask against me and whispers, “Also me.”
Adrenaline burns under my skin, and I try to run past him, but he snatches me up by my neck and plops me onto the chair.
I want to treat her with complete disrespect.
“Either fuck me or suck his dick.”
“You’ll never get away from me, Cali. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
He plants a hand around my throat and lifts me up with him. I gasp.
“You can take it. Be my good girl and take it.”
“Such a greedy little pussy. You like pain? You like it when I make you hurt?”
“You’re mine now. Mine to fuck with. Mine to hurt. Mine to own. No one will ever take you from me. Do you hear me?” He nips my ear. “No one.”
“Eat my cum out of her, pet.” Oh, fuck. Miles’ eyes flare, and he looks at my exposed pussy with pure hunger in his gaze.
both numb and sharp. Fuck. I blink to focus my eyes. “If you want to come, you’ll keep those beautiful eyes on mine. I want to see every thought that runs through that pretty little head.”
“I want to see the look on your face as I drink his cum out of you, shadow.”
“Every time you get close to people, they hurt you. And I’ll be damned if I fall for that again. Is that good enough for you?”
“Goddamn,” I mutter. “How many points to let her go?” “Five hundred.” I don’t know where it comes from, but on impulse, I say, “Make it a thousand.”
I’m going to fuck them, and then I’m going to get rid of our vicious little problem.
“With me, you’ll never have a choice, bunny. I chose you. That means you’re mine. Your life, your breath, your hopes and dreams. You will always belong to me until your dying breath. I will never let you go, Cali.” He stares into my soul. “No matter what you do or how hard you fight. You’re mine. Now put on the fucking collar.”
“All of this is mine,” he grunts. “Every last bit of you. From your hair to your tits, to your sweet pussy, to your toes. Mine. And Miles’. And even Ryder’s.”
Miles puts his lips to my ear. “God, I could fuck you right now. You fight me so deliciously.”
Sawyer leans against my ear and whispers, “Ryder can hardly keep from touching himself, bunny. How does that make you feel?” Fuck. I know I shouldn’t want that, but a rush of powerful elation runs through me. “He hates that he wants you. He can’t help it. You’re so fucking hot.” Sawyer kisses along the side of my neck.
“I didn’t ask you to be my knight in shining armor. In fact, I didn’t ask to be here at all. If you’re looking for a helpless woman you can save, you haven’t found her here. So either get your fingers out of my fucking life or let me have a goddamn say.”
“I don’t know! I’m not killing her, Miles. She’s mine.” I can’t keep the possessiveness out of my voice. Miles sees it, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. I look away. I don’t know how Miles is going to take it. But I think…I think this is more than a game to me. Cali brings clarity, fire, and life. I want to dig into her secrets. I want to own them. To own her. To own her soul. I’m not even slightly done with her.
“Good girl. Fuck, you squeeze my dick so fucking nicely.”
“What a nasty slut. You can’t fight me. Your body submits to me, and soon enough, your heart will too.”
“Is this what you look like when you feel safe, pretty girl?” I sit in silence for a bit, my chest warm with adoration. “I wish you could look like this every day.”
God, I want her all over me, in me, everything. We’ve stolen her body, and now I need her soul. And I’ll get it. I need it like my next breath.
“Well, yeah. Beat and prayed it out of me,” I scoff. Why are we talking about this? I thought he was mad at me. “Prayer, huh? Hear that, boys? She’s good at begging.” Sawyer wipes his forehead, leaving a dark streak. “Think you can beg for this cock when we’re done? Maybe throw some worship in, too? I can be your god for the night.”
“Sorry, I don’t believe in God anymore.” “What about Satan?” He leans on the ax. “I can be your devil if that’s what you prefer.”
“So you’re going to protect me from my past? I think you just want to know so I can’t surprise you anymore. I think you’re scared of me. And I think you’re scared I’ll win your stupid little game.”
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good. Such a good little whore for Daddy.”
Three figures, all in white Ghostface masks, stand there, blocking my way to the front of the hotel. They’re big and menacing, dark tattoos tracing down their arms.
“What a good girl, running from us.” The voice echoes, then gets dark and menacing. “But you won’t get away this time.”
“We’re going to fuck you so hard you’ll regret the day you ever ran.”
Suddenly, the hand in my hair is gone, and there’s a hand around my throat, lifting me up and throwing me on the bed.
“You want to choke on my cock, girl?” His voice is gravely and low. “See how far down my men’s tattoos you can make it?” He yanks again. “Maybe I’ll let you back up for air, maybe not. Brats don’t deserve to breathe.”
“Yes,” Sawyer groans. “Take all of us like a dirty little slut. Look at our nasty whore. You look so beautiful taking us like this.”
“I’m not good at this communication shit either, Cali. You’re going to have to accept that if you’re with us.” I’m just supposed to accept that they won’t talk to me? Ryder says in a voice so soft I almost don’t hear him. “And that was the first promise I was happy to break.”
