I stifle a groan. It takes all my strength, the booze having loosened some of my control over my body. Soren traces my nipples and then bows to suck one into his mouth. As he slurps on my tit, he makes eye contact, fingers dancing south to slide between my slit when Tomas pulls out. Tomas smooths his hand around my waist and then traces the slit of my ass, teasing me with heavy pets.
While digging my nails into his shoulder, I pinch my lips together, unwilling to give in to their cruelty. It’s almost too much, every sensation heightened by the fact that they haven’t collectively pleasured me since…
I bite back a cry when Soren presses his thumb to my clit. A small grunt of frustration escapes my care and it inspires him to persist, his tongue swarming my hardened nipple as Tomas slides a wet finger over my ass. Once Tomas penetrates my hole, I lose it, cracking under the pleasure they’re using against me.
My knees give out as Soren wraps his arm around my back, holding me up and keeping my pussy exposed to him. Tangling my fingers into his hair grants me steady ground as I cling to Tomas, mewling uncontrollably while they simultaneously prod my holes.
I’m dancing on the edge of an orgasm when Soren stops.
I gasp and yank his hair. “Don’t stop.”
His grin is vicious, almost evil, as he pulls away from me. “No.”
“Please,” I chant while clutching Tomas close to my exposed breasts. “Just let me…”
Tomas drags his tongue along my neck and whispers, “No, darling.”
My pussy aches as I struggle to find something to hump. To my relief, Parker steps forward, but Soren catches his shoulder, saying, “Let her suffer.”
“Fuck off,” Parker growls while shaking Soren off. “She’s mine, too.”
In a flash of movement, Soren loops his arms around Parker’s shoulders and holds Parker back. Tomas drops to the ground in front of me and shoves his tongue into my slit, warm bliss coursing through my core as I finally get what I want. He’s lapping generously while I hump his mouth and I can’t stop thinking about how much I’ve missed this, how much I can’t resist him.
Any of them.
When I come, it’s a striking reminder that I’m just a piece of meat to them—and nothing more. They use me. I use them. What’s the difference between us at this point?
The humiliation makes me feel sick as I tug my clothes back on.
“She’s still our toy,” Soren hisses at Parker while releasing him. “You’ll do well to remember that.”
Once I’m dressed, I take off, snatching my heels from the ground on the way out. I get home within twenty minutes and park my mother’s car in the garage, arriving home much earlier than anticipated. I would have spent the entire night in the boathouse if the boys hadn’t tackled me like a trio of ravenous dogs on a sausage.
The hot shower I take does nothing to wash away the sting of their ambush. They didn’t do that for me. They did it to show up Parker. His little announcement—and my defiant retort—earned us both a humiliating punishment, one that will stand out in my mind forever. When I remember the yacht, I remember Lev and how he urged me to run.
My God, he really did care about me, didn’t he? And I treated him like dog shit because I lumped him in with the rest of those alpha jerks.
While my phone buzzes incessantly, I curl up in my bed, ignoring whatever messages those boys are sending me. Does anything matter anymore? I thought I was cut out to be a boss, but it’s all shifting into a new nightmare, the kind I can’t control.
And if I can’t control it, then how am I ever going to survive?
Tears fall from my eyes as I think about Lev. I lost him before I could tell him I loved him. How could I make such a stupid mistake?