Ren removes his hand from my mouth.They both suck their fingers, glistening in the dim light with my essence.
Kaiser tilts my face toward him and kisses me, catching my heaving, defeated breaths in his mouth.My head is spinning; my world swung off its axis.
I raise my hand to Kaiser’s chest, my intent to push him away.Instead, my fingers curl around the luxurious softness of his sweater in defeat.
My eyes spring open when Ren touches me again.I feel something sweep against my spasming pussy.What...
I break away from Kaiser and turn to Ren.He brings his hand up from under the blanket.Caught between his fingers is a perfectly fluffy kernel of popcorn.He pops it into his mouth.
“Delicious,” he says to Kaiser, who reaches for a kernel and coats it with the juices lingering on the lips of my pussy, then slips it into his mouth.
“You’re right,” Kaiser agrees.
I want to die.
No.I need to get away.The thought of walking out of the door into the frosty cold seems like the only thing that’ll cool me off.But I can’t do that.When I attempt to stand, they let me.I struggle for a bit, underestimating my legs would still work after what I’ve been through.
I wobble, almost fall back into Ren’s lap, before I push away, nodding and murmuring goodnight to everyone on my way out when they ask if I’m going to bed.
I go straight to the bedroom I used earlier.I don’t care that it’s Tristan’s.Well, at least according to Tina’s son, Parker, it is.I just need a place to lock myself in.Forever.
Dammit.I forgot.There aren’t locks on the damn bedroom door.
**Chapter Ten
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Madisyn
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Imay be at risk offalling through the hole in the floor I’ll make from my frantic over pacing.This is not good.
I have to wrench my fingers from my mouth, worried I’ll start a new nail-biting habit I won’t be able to shake.Every time I try to think with some coherence, my body heats and sends a blitz of sensation through me, corrupting my thoughts all over again.I can’t win.
“Okay, calm down, Cohen,” I tell myself.I unclench my fists and take ten deep breaths.I’ve been in situations worse than this—no, I’m lying.When have I ever been in a situation where I was forced to sit between two billionaires, who parted my legs, touched me there, and muffled my shameful cries when I came, while the third billionaire sat and watched everything?
I don’t even want to mention that all happened while the rest of their family watched an action movie and ate a lot of snacks.Evidence of the absolute hot wet mess between my legs remains in case I choose to doubt its occurrence.
I drag my hand through my hair in pure frustration.All that preparation, reconnaissance, all that dreaming that this would be my last job, only for this to happen.I can’t just cut my losses and leave.I’m never going to get another opportunity like this again.When they come to the cabin to pay tribute to their uncle, they’re less on their guard, because this is a personal matter, and it had been my only window to attack.
My plan had been so perfect.Hit them with the sleeping gas as soon as they entered the cabin and tie them up.Then wait for them to wake up, inject them with the truth serum to loosen their tongues, and have them tell me all their secrets.Well, just one in particular.
Except everything that could go wrong did.Their family arriving, them thinking I was their girlfriend, them confiscating my biological weapons.
What am I going to do?Now that’s a question I rarely ask myself.I’m never without options or creative solutions.But nothing has ever affected me so profoundly that I lost all control, dignity, pride, and modesty.So can I trust myself to decide correctly at all?
I have to leave.Find another way to do this.Did I forget the weather?It’s storming outside.Damn freak storm.If I thought I wouldn’t survive it before, I will not survive it now that it’s worse.
Think rationally.What if I stay?What if I get what I need, but in a different way?That’s going to be impossible, and I’m just feeding myself false hope.They’re on to me now.
Okay.So I’ll have to bide my time and see what they do next.I’ll simply have to wait.In the meantime, if they decide to come and question me while everyone else is asleep, I’ll need a cover story.Something like, I’m a thief, and I wanted to steal their stuff.Telling half the truth makes the other half of the lies easier to keep up with.
I was climbing mountains, which is what I do.Lost my way, needed to rest, came across the cabin, deactivated the alarm, and bam.Proceeded to see this as an opportunity to steal some stuff.I played along when their family believed I was their girlfriend.I kept up with a lie.Which meant I was here not for any innocent reasons.
I’ll plead with them.I’m a silly little thief, reckless but inconsequential.I’ll beg them to let me go.Not to turn me into the police.They can mete out their own punishment if they like.I don’t know.Clean their boots or something.As if I’d do that, but they do have to believe I’ll do anything.
Good.That sounds plausible; it’ll sell itself.
