Savage Sinners (Elites of Macedon High 3)

Chapter Seven

Alex

My breath catches as Tomas releases me. Part of me is relieved that Soren intervened—Tomas was getting carried away with his insults, many of them lashing my chest in ways that would have made me bleed all over the place. But another part of me understands that this isn’t a rescue mission.

“You had your turn,” Soren whispers to Tomas. “It’s mine.”

No, he couldn’t have possibly said that, I try to convince myself as cheers ring from the other side of the room. He’s probably just grabbing Tomas for a drink or something.

But when they both leer at me, I’m devastated by the realization that neither of them cares about how I feel. And they probably never have.

My stomach drops when Soren grabs one arm and Tomas grabs the other. I’m sandwiched between them, my feet barely touching the carpet as they drag me down a hallway.

“No,” I growl. “Stop it!”

But my protests fall on deaf ears. No one is listening. Not a damn soul in this place is paying attention to us. They’re too busy partying.

Despite digging my heels into the carpet, they manage to shove me into an empty bedroom at the end of the hallway. Music thumps through the walls as Tomas tosses me onto a plush, round bed, eyes full of malice as he strips off his jacket. Soren shuts the door, cutting about half the sound off, plunging us into our very own world made of booming bass, muted conversation, and heavy breathing.

I’m totally fucked.

The scar on Soren’s cheek is bright, barely healed. His eyes sparkle with deviance. He must hate me for what I did to his face, but he willingly participated. How can I apologize for something he agreed to?

He unbuttons the sleeves of his shirt as he approaches the bed. “Giving it up to Tomas without even thinking of me, huh?”

I shake my head while trying to crawl away. He grabs my ankles and yanks me toward him, hiking my skirt up in a fluid motion as he unbuckles his belt. The brown leather snaps open while he shucks his khakis down enough to reveal his cock. The head of his cock lands on my pussy, causing me to whimper as I try crawling away.

Tomas appears above me and pins my wrists to the bed. His hateful smile inspires a mixture of feelings that I don’t quite understand. I’m totally captivated by what’s happening even though I know it isn’t right.

But tell that to my gushing pussy.

When Soren slides inside me, my mouth widens unexpectedly, coaxing him to slide his fingers over my tongue. My eyes disappear into the back of my skull while he pounds me senseless, stopping only to switch places with Tomas. I’m trying to hang on to a thread of sanity while struggling to break free of Soren’s grip, their combined scents overpowering my nose.

It’s too hard to resist them—and being so helpless makes it that much worse.

Tomas slips his fingers over my pussy, my swollen clit fluttering under his touch. He meets my gaze and grins, hair falling into his eyes as he leans forward and whispers, “How about anal, baby doll?”

I shake my head.

“An unclaimed hole,” Soren comments while plucking my breasts from my bra. He circles my nipples with his free hand while tightening his grip on my wrists. “Bet it’s tighter than when we marked her pussy.”

Tomas hums hungrily. “Fuck, I bet she cums harder, too.”

“No, don’t…” I whimper when Tomas presses his thumb to my clit. My eyelids flutter and I arch toward him, my body betraying every ounce of defiance I might have left. “I don’t want it.” But even I’m not convinced by the tone of my voice that I don’t.

“That doesn’t seem true, sugar,” Soren teases while dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. My tongue lashes toward the digit, desperate for attention. “You seem like you want it pretty badly.”

I chant my opposition even though I know how useless it is. I’m wiggling when Tomas plunges his fingers deeper, his free hand sweeping over the slit of my ass. A frightened gasp breaks from my lips that quickly drifts away when Soren kisses me. The strangest comfort infects me then as Tomas’s wet finger pokes at my hole.

While Soren’s tongue drifts into my mouth, I twist on the bed, providing more room for Tomas to work. He props my hips into the air to expose my ass, wet fingers grazing my hole in long strokes that make me shudder. I’m too high on the way he’s fingering me to care whether it hurts, even though I find it utterly humiliating.

How the hell could anyone enjoy something like that?

But the more he touches me…

“That’s it,” Tomas whispers while stroking both my holes simultaneously. “Loosen up for me, baby doll. You’re going to love this, aren’t you?”

I hum into Soren’s mouth, feeling a responding growl that makes me struggle against his grip. It’s less now about breaking free and more about grabbing his cock. I’m so desperate to touch him that I’m practically begging in broken whispers for him to let me go. His chuckle resonates in his chest as he switches places with Tomas once more.