Caz brushes my hair over my shoulder, positioning his cock at my mouth. I open for him as Galen’s mouth latches around one of my nipples. Caz isn’t quite as big as Saint and Galen, and I take him all the way in. He thrusts in and out as he rolls my other nipple between his fingers.
Theo just watches.
He’s still in his chair, but he’s moved closer.
Our eyes meet as he watches me fuck his friends, and I see the pain. I almost feel sorry for him until I remember what he did. And that I’m numb to emotions.
The only time I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m fucking. It’s the only pleasure I permit myself, and right now, my pleasure-o-meter is off the charts.
Theo’s hand is working overtime behind his jeans, and his face is flushed. I can’t resist pushing his buttons when Caz abruptly pulls out of my mouth. “You can take my ass,” I offer, eyeballing Theo, my tone seductive, my expression sneering.
“I’m good,” Theo says, his voice strained.
“Your loss is my gain,” Caz jokes, grabbing a tube of lube from the bookshelf and squirting some in his hand before throwing it to Galen. Caz rolls on a condom and lathers his dick with lube as two wet, cold, slippery fingers push into my ass. I groan, grinding down on Saint’s cock as Galen fingers my ass, prepping me. With his free hand, he rolls a condom over his long, thick shaft.
Saint thrusts up inside me with mounting urgency, his hands on my hips hurting as he pounds into me with wild abandon. He orgasms on a roar, his cock pulsing inside me, and I explode when he rubs my clit, spasming around him as his climax dies out.
Then we switch out, and I’m riding Galen as Caz takes me from behind. The sensation is incredible, and despite the hostility wafting off Galen in waves, this is the most fun I’ve had in ages. I could happily spend all night fucking these guys. Ignoring reality while I delay the inevitable.
As soon as Caz has ripped his condom off and come all over my ass, Galen flips me onto my back, wrenching my legs up over his shoulders as he pounds into me.
His eyes flare with hatred as he thrusts inside me, drilling his pelvis into mine, pushing his big cock inside me as far as it will go, nudging my cervix and causing stars to sprout behind my eyes. Galen has some stamina, fucking me mercilessly for ages, sweat glistening on his chest with the exertion.
Saint strokes his cock while he sucks on my tits. He calls Theo over when he notices he is close, and despite the reluctance in Theo’s eyes, he obeys his leader, coming all over my breasts the same time Saint does.
Caz has his jeans back on, and he’s drinking my vodka as he watches Galen fuck me like he wishes he was killing me. Galen’s hand closes around my throat as Saint toys with my sore nipples, rubbing his and Theo’s cum all over my bare breasts. “You have the best tits, princess.” He smirks, watching his cousin exorcise his demons. My pussy feels scratched raw as Galen pummels my insides. “And the tightest cunt,” he adds, as Galen finally detonates, his entire body tense and straining as he shouts out his release. A few strokes of Saint’s fingers against my clit and I’m coming again too.
The second Galen is done, he pulls out, tosses the condom into the trash can, yanks on his jeans, and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Saint scoops up my clothes, flinging them at me. “Time to go, princess.”
I don’t protest, but I don’t hurry either. Theo hands me some tissues, averting his eyes as I take them from him. I take my sweet time cleaning their spunk off my body and getting dressed. I stand, casting one last glance at the guys before I walk toward the door. I swipe the bottle of vodka from Caz’s hands as I pass, and he cranks out a laugh.
“Thanks for the distraction,” I say as my hand closes around the door handle.
And the awesome sex.
I think it, but I don’t say it because these guys’ egos are probably floating somewhere in outer space as it is.
“Distraction from what?” Saint asks, walking toward me in all his naked glory.
Damn, that man is sex on two legs, and my core throbs with need, which is insane after three orgasms and a ton of glorious, sweaty sex.
“Life. Death.” I shrug, but they all heard my voice crack.
Theo lowers his head but not before I glimpse the sorrow in his eyes.
He knows my dad just died. Figures he would have heard.
“You realize what you’ve done here today,” Saint says, stepping into his jeans.
“I know.”
“We won’t protect you,” he adds, pulling a smoke from a pack of cigarettes.
“I know that too.”
He closes the distance between us, placing his arms over my head, caging me in. “Good, because The Sainthood doesn’t do charity work.”
“I don’t want or need your help. I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.”
A lazy smirk ghosts over his mouth. He tugs sharply on my hair, yanking my head back. “I guess we’ll see just how vengeful you are, princess.” He presses his mouth to my ear. “Let the battles commence.”
CHAPTER 1
Four months later – start of senior year
“NEVER LOSE SIGHT of your surroundings,” Diesel instructs as a guy sneaks up on me from the rear. With one last strong jab, I punch the bloodied woman in front of me in the face, kick her in the ribs, and sweep her legs out from under her. She’s out cold before she even hits the grassy floor.
I swing around, instantly ducking down as the man’s clenched fist aims for my face.
He’s dressed from head to toe in black, like all my opponents are, but this guy is something new. His sheer brutality is different. He genuinely looks like he wants to bash my head in. And he knows his stuff, because I’ve barely had time to recover before he lands a firm punch in my gut. I stumble back but compose myself before his second punch makes impact.
We go at it like this is a real life-or-death situation. Punching and kicking, swinging and diving, dancing on our feet as we spar, pretty evenly matched. Blood trickles into my eye from the small cut on my brow, and I swipe at it with my sweat-slickened hand.
“Time out,” Diesel shouts, holding up bottles of water, and I curse under my breath. I can count on one hand the amount of times Diesel has ended a fight over the years he’s been training me. It almost always ends with my opponents out cold or clearly at my mercy. Either I’m losing my touch or he’s upped the stakes, choosing better quality targets for me to practice on.
My opponent’s smug smile angers me so much I strike the carotid artery in his neck with the side of my hand when he turns away from me, grinning as his legs give out, his eyelids flutter closed, and he crashes to the floor.
Diesel sighs, shaking his head as he approaches, offering me a bottle of water. “I wanted to do some close combat knife fighting today. It’s been a while since we focused on knife fighting skills and defenses.”
I take the bottle from him and twist the cap. “I know how to use my knife, and I always carry my blade with me.”
It took me a couple years to feel comfortable using knives because the sight of one used to trigger my trauma, but Dad arranged for this special form of hypnosis therapy that helped me overcome my fear. Carrying a folding knife is easier to conceal than a firearm, so learning how to defend myself using knives was a no-brainer.