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March 4 - March 4, 2022
“Nice shooting, princess,” Caz says, admiration lacing his tone.
Theo pulls out a pair of clear plastic gloves from his pocket. Mental note to self—start doing that.
“Afraid not, angel,” Galen says, smirking. “We’ll be holding on to the evidence.”
oh boy
“We’ve got leverage now, princess.” He squeezes my butt harder. “We completely fucking own your ass.”
“That gun committed murder, baby.”
Get fucking real. That evidence is worth jack shit, and you know it.”
“What the hell did you just say?” Theo asks from behind, and I turn around. “You heard me.”
Galen, Caz, and Theo share puzzled expressions before looking to their leader. “What’s she talking about, Saint?” He steps forward, closing his eyes b...
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I cock my head to the side. “Do you want to tell them or shall I?”
Douche just wants to ogle my ass some more.
Even dickhead Galen can’t tear his eyes away.
My eyes meet Caz’s penetrating gaze, and he looks seconds away from pouncing on me.
“I wanted to rescue you,” he says, lowering his voice.
Theo spent a half hour outside my bedroom door after the confrontation in the basement, begging me to let him in so we could talk.
Saint picks up the untouched wrap from my tray, holding it out to me. “You skipped breakfast. Eat.”
“Knock it off, Saintly. Even look funny at Sar and I’ll be happy to demonstrate more of my knife skills,” I threaten. Galen’s head whips to Saint’s. “What’s she talking about?” “Fuck if I know.” He attempts to shrug it off. Under the table he pinches my thigh in warning.
“Stop running away. It’s infuriating.” He cages me in, putting his face up close to mine.
“I messed up, Lo.” His voice softens. “I messed up so bad with you, and it’s one of my biggest regrets.”
“We all need to sit down and lay our cards out on the table. It’s the only way we’re gonna get to the truth.”
A look of fierce determination crosses his face. Then he grabs my cheeks, pulls my head to his, and kisses me hard and fast.
What freaking planet does my mother live on that she thought I’d ever be down for that?
Saint angles his head at Caz, silently communicating with one look. Caz sweeps me up, depositing me on Saint’s lap before I’ve had the time to protest.
Without warning, he dumps me on Galen’s lap. “Blow my cousin, princess. He needs to de-stress.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Galen snorts.
“You know you need this,” Saint says, adjusting himself through his jeans. “And she’ll hate every second.” “I’ll hate every second,” he says,
“I want one too.” He cups the tent in his jeans. “I’m about to explode I’m that frustrated.”
“I hate you,” I say, tapping Galen’s arm so he’ll release me. He loosens his hold, and I slide to my knees on the floor in front of him.
“You love me.” Saint’s eyes flash darkly as he bends over me, cupping my chin. “And you love how much we want you, and you want us too. You don’t need to say it. We all see it in your eyes.”
but taking control of his pleasure, watching him fight me on it and fail—because he will fucking love every single thing I do to him—is the ultimate power play.
All protest has disappeared as he lifts his hips, letting me pull his jeans and boxers down his legs.
“You’re skating on thin ice, princess,” Saint warns,
He was desperately in need of that.
In a surprising move, he yanks me up into his lap and slams his lips down on mine.
If I didn’t know better, I’d almost believe he has more than hate in his heart for me.
He surprises me again, leaning forward to press a softer kiss to my lips,
But his face gives nothing away as he lifts me up, handing me over to his buddy.
“And I need you to suck my dick now before I come without you even touching me.”
I play with his balls, and the minute I prod the entrance to his ass, he comes apart, cussing and shouting my name
Caz is fond of a little ass play, and I wonder if he’s ever experimented with other guys.
and it’s completely obvious now that he was punishing himself and he can’t handle it.
“Fuck.” The shadow climbing through my window hits his head off the top of the window frame, cursing in a familiar timbre.
“What the—” “Shush.” The asshole clamps his hand over my mouth, backing me up into the wall.
“Too drunk to talk,”
“But not too drunk to fuck.”
The fact he climbed up to my room in the middle of the night is a major turn on too. It’s like some fucked-up version of Romeo and Juliet.
“Don’t think, baby,”
“Just feel.”
“I’m clean, you’re clean, and you have the implant. We’re not using condoms anymore.”
I bite down hard on his shoulder, and the moan that leaves his lips
“Need to go deeper. Spread your legs, princess.”
“You fucking love it,” I pant. “Only with you,”
