Sinful

Zane gets to his feet, an insane smile still plastered on his face as he comes to stand in front. Leaning in, he smells of chlorine and sweat. “Romain said not to touch you. I wonder why,” he muses, watching me struggle. “Why are you so fucking special?” He runs a hand down my cheek. I twist my head away.

“Let me go,” I choke out. My words come out half-strangled.

Carter’s grip on my head tightens. “You complained to daddy about us.”

“We want you to apologize.” Zane chuckles. “A couple of blowjobs should do it, don’t you think, mate?” His eyes slide to Carter holding me.

“You don’t…want to do this,” I say in a level voice as I can muster, my mouth drying up as I stare wildly at him and then all around. My breaths are coming in short gasps. Why is no one here? Someone must see. Someone must come.

Zane blinks, smiling. “I think we do.” He rubs himself through his swimming trunks at the bulge emerging between his legs. “How about this? You suck us off to say sorry, and we won’t touch your pretty pussy. How about that?” He takes it out, stroking the shaft. I can’t help but stare in mute horror.

“Look at her. The bitch is practically salivating,” Carter chuckles.

“Get on your knees,” Zane sneers.

“No, please.” My words are almost inaudible. I squeeze my eyes shut but open them again when Carter forces me to the damp floor just as Zane steps forward, the end of his dick jutting toward my face.

“Bite me, and you’re dead,” I hear Zane grind out.

“Open your fucking mouth,” Carter says gruffly. He seizes my chin, his huge fingers digging in, trying to make my lips part.

I clench my teeth together and twist away.

A sharp blow to the side of my head rocks my world upside down, making me see nothing but stars.

Carter hit me. This can’t be happening.I close my eyes, feeling my whole body shutting down as someone grabs my face in their hands again.

“I hope she’s fucking worth it getting your dick ripped off,” says a voice through the pain.

Relief floods through me when whoever is holding me lets go.

“Fuck, I thought you were Hunt the Cunt. We were just having a bit of fun? Astor tell you where we were?” Zane says.

I shift my throbbing head up, dragging my eyes open. My vision is still shaky, but I blink the dizziness away. It’s Romain, blue eyes molten like liquid lightning, face twisted in ugly rage, as he walks over. “Fucker had no choice. I broke his jaw,” he says. “Like I’m about to break yours if you don’t get away from her.”

Zane snorts a laugh. “Rome, mate, we were just teaching her a lesson.”

Romain grins too, but a shadow of something darker passes over his face. “And I’m in the mood for fucking shit up.”

“Easy. The bitch owes us,” I hear Carter say.

“Do I look like I give a shit? If she’s sucking anyone’s dick, it’s mine.” He looks back at Zane. He flexes his other hand to show the bloody brass knuckles wrapped around the base of his fingers. “You know how I hate to lose. Last time I checked, I’m the one winning.”

“That’s true. He is the one winning,” Carter says.

Zane’s eyes narrow. “She’s just a dumb fucking whore. What’s your problem?” There’s a look that passes between them that I can’t fathom.

“Do not fuck with me,” Romain sneers. In his other hand, a blade, slick with blood, flicks, and twists. “I’m fucking her mouth. No one else.”

“Fine, chill. She’s all yours, mate.” Zane shrugs.

“The fuck. Of course, she is. Touch her again, and I will kill you. Family or not,” Romain’s voice is dangerously quiet.

Zane, scowling, tucks himself in. “Fucking psycho,” he mutters.

When he’s gone, Romain, eyes dead and empty, flicks his gaze to Carter still holding me. “And you can fuck off too,” he says. Carter doesn’t protest. He raises his hands and steps back, leaving through the same door as Zane.

And then, there’s no one left but Romain and me.