Tomas’s eyes glitter as he focuses on my mouth, body twitching as he whispers, “Because she’s fucking clenching my fingers, dude.”
“She did that to me, too.”
“When?”
Parker coughs. The sound draws my attention and I peer over Tomas’s shoulder, noticing the alpha asshole glaring at the path leading up to the terrace. It’s still empty. “At the pier.”
Tomas hums in response. His mesmerized gaze doesn’t break from my mouth and he still doesn’t move his fingers, but he raises his free hand to stroke my cheek. “You’re so fucking sexy, doll.”
My eyelids shudder while I try to force my brain to focus. Once again, my body is betraying me, thighs slicking with the kind of arousal I might have felt at home thinking about my favorite movie star, not Tomas fucking D’Hautpoul.
Jesus Christ, I can’t control myself.
But maybe I can control them.
When his thumb slides over my lower lip, I whisper, “You should fuck me, Tomas.”
His pupils blow out. “You want to be destroyed, don’t you?”
“Yes, I want you to tear me open. Make me yours.”
“Fuck…”
A moan vibrates his throat, the muscles flexing repeatedly as he drops his free hand to his belt and unbuckles it.
“The fuck are you doing?” Parker barks from his perch. Tomas doesn’t stop. “Hey, I asked you a fucking question, you goddamn prick!”
Growling possessively, Parker shoves Tomas’s shoulder. The motion causes Tomas to pull out his fingers and I cry out at the sudden loss of fullness, the absence of pressure making me feel empty.
No time to process that. I have to run while they’re distracted.
While Parker and Tomas get into a shoving match, I pull up my panties, snatch my bag from the ground, and sprint away from the terrace, trying to take my soiled dignity with me.
But I don’t think I even want that anymore.
***
Burger Bash comes into view, prompting my stomach to growl. I slip inside the burger bar and plop into a seat next to Demetra at the counter, who gives me a concerned smile.
“What?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nothing. I ordered your usual.”
“You’re sweet.”
“And you’re sweaty.”
I half shrug. “I’m exhausted.” I lower my voice and lean toward her. “And I’m sick of getting cornered.”
Her eyes widen. “Who was it this time?”
Recounting the test of my virginity feels as grimy and gross as experiencing it. But I tell Demetra everything. She’s a talented problem-solver, and there might be something she sees that I don’t.
When I’m done, she taps her chin pensively. “I think this situation just got even more dire.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Making them fight helps you get away, but doesn’t protect you.”