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Scars (The Triad 1)

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“Unlike the other two, I have the ability to not think with my dick, little girl.” He squeezed for emphasis, and I pushed my hips into his. My eyes rolled back at the pleasure that small amount of contact gave me. He hissed through his teeth. “My cock may want to punish you until you’re screaming my name through grunts of pain and pleasure, but I’m smarter than that.” He released me, and I stumbled back in shock before the anger took over.

“You aren’t going to treat me like a piece of trash, Elliot.” I got back up in his space and pushed against his chest. Even though he didn’t budge, it still felt good to do. “I didn’t ask to be here. If you didn’t want me around, you should’ve just left me alone!” I gave him another shove, and he just smirked.

“We leave in two hours. Get showered and dressed and be ready when we come for you.” With that, he shut the door behind him, and I heard the lock slide into place.

“Phrasing!” I yelled through the door. I gave a short snort at my own joke before turning around to admire all the newly acquired clothes. I wondered if they’d let me keep them all when they got rid of me.

I turned on the shower as hot as I could possibly get it and stepped into the stream. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my body. These boys were driving my body insane. My nipples went hard under my touch. Fuck, I was going to have to take care of this so that I could get my head on straight.

One hand played with my nipples while the other grabbed the detachable showerhead and flicked it over to the pulsating setting. Really, you put a girl in a room with a detachable showerhead, what the fuck do you expect her to do? I leaned my forehead against the cool tiles as my pussy clenched in anticipation. I imagined Sebastian’s fingers on my nipples, Tristan’s mouth on my clit, and Elliot’s strong hands around my throat.

The water found my little bundle of nerves, and I cried out before covering my mouth with my hand. I groaned at the intense pleasure already coursing through my belly. This wasn’t going to take any time at all; they had me so wound up. Sebastian’s mouth closed around one of my nipples in my mind, and I moaned again. Elliot’s hands tightened around my throat to where I could barely breathe, his stiff cock teasing me as it moved against my ass. I pressed the water closer as I imagined Tristan’s tongue flicking my clit and then moving inside of me like I was the best thing he had ever tasted.

All three of them, worshipping my body like I was the only air they needed to breathe. The warmth built and built inside of me, my toes curling and my breaths coming hot and fast. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was being too loud. My moans were that of a sex-starved woman on the brink, and I couldn’t help myself. As I crested and flew over the edge, I screamed and fell down to my knees, my walls clenching around nothing but air as I imagined riding Tristan’s fingers. I dropped the showerhead, too sensitive now to feel it against my skin.

I took a moment on the shower floor to collect myself and catch my breath. Once my legs felt steady enough to stand on, I put the shower back together and took my time exfoliating, shaving, and conditioning. If I was to be arm candy, I was damn sure going to look, smell, and taste the part. They had the shower stocked with anything a girl could need in all different delicious scents.

It took me the rest of the time to do my hair in soft waves and my makeup dark and heavy as per usual. I sniffed through the assorted expensive perfumes they had left for me and dabbed it behind my ears and on my wrists. The silk of the dress sat against my smooth skin like it was made especially for me. The fabric dipped low at my breasts, and the slit stopped just at the crook of my hip. The hem hit just below my knees, and just as I got my heels on, Tristan unlocked the door and made his way in—without knocking again.

“Would it kill you to knock?”

He was dressed head to toe in black. That suit fit him like a glove. I could see every defined muscle. He had his rings on those tattooed fingers, and his neck tattoos stood out nicely against the black collar of his shirt. This guy was sex on a stick. He had his white-blond hair pushed back out of his eyes, showing off every hard angle of his handsome face.

His eyes raked across my body, and when his mouth curled up in a smirk, it took me right back to what I had imagined it would feel like on my cunt. I felt the heat spread through my belly and across my chest. He advanced on me, and for a moment, I thought maybe my fantasy was about to play out. Instead, he held out a black diamond choker.

“May I?”

I nodded as he moved behind me. I held my hair up, and his fingers brushed my skin as his clasped the necklace against my throat.

“How was your shower, Scar?” His breath was hot against my ear. “Eventful?” I could practically hear the smile in his voice. He had fucking heard me. I knew I had been too loud.

Instead of letting myself be embarrassed, I turned to face him and smiled as I grabbed ahold of his belt loops and pulled him closer to me.

“It was a lovely shower, thank you for asking. I especially like the detachable showerhead feature.”

He groaned, and his head fell back as he rubbed his hands over his face. “You’re killing me.”

I laughed and walked over towards the door. “Let’s go, handsome. The big guy promised hell if I kept him waiting.”


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