I hated how good he looked right now with his soft hair and wicked smirk. Asshole. I should punch him in the face, though he’d probably like that.
“I’m not the one that smacked myself in the face.”
I shot him a dirty look and snarled, “Still felt better than anything you’ve done.”
Next thing I knew, I was pulled onto Preston’s lap. I struggled to get away, but that came to a stop with a firm pinch on my thigh. It stunned me long enough for Preston to grab my neck and pull my head back against his shoulder.
“Careful, Little Bird.” He pressed his fingers tighter into my neck. Not enough to cut off my oxygen, but enough to let me know he could if he wanted to. “I will fuck you in front of Micha.”
To prove his point, Preston snaked his hand under the shirt and up my thigh, pushing a finger into my opening.
I gasped and swallowed back a moan while Micha tipped his head.
“She’s responsive.”
That was all he could say?
Mister, ‘I didn’t want to see your fucked up foreplay’ didn’t have a problem now. And what did Preston do? He pumped his finger and purred into my ear.
“That’s it, grind your ass against my cock.”
This was so messed up.
I was trapped on a monster’s lap while another asshole watched him finger me, and I was getting off on it. My hips begged to move and grind in on the hardness under me. But I couldn’t let them win.
I glared my hatred at Micha and hissed, “How are you going to explain this to Riley? I doubt she’ll be too happy that you let her friend get kidnapped and violated.”
“First off…” Micha held up a finger. “No one lets Preston do shit.”
Preston, the sick bastard, was enjoying my anger. He shoved another finger inside me and traced his tongue over the shell of my ear. And my sick, twisted response was to bite back a moan while my pussy clamped down around him.
“And secondly…” Micha popped up another finger. “Riley will never know.”
That made me snort. “She will if I tell her.”
That was now my first task once I got free.
“You can’t say shit if you’re dead.”
Preston stopped and slowly turned Micha’s way. I wasn’t the only one that felt the threat coming from him. A spark of fear flashed across Micha’s face for a brief second.
“Relax. She has a twin that would be a great body double.”
What!
“No!”
Forgetting about Preston’s grip on my throat, I tried to spring forward and scratch Micha’s eyes. Instead, I found myself slammed back into Preston’s muscular body.
“Leave Trina alone,” I croaked out, then realized my mistake.
Micha’s eyes narrowed as a slow grin curled his lips. “You’re more like my mouse than I thought. You know what self-sacrifice gets you, Marnie?”
As if his words were some type of cue, Preston stood up and smashed my face into the table.
Before I could do anything to fight him off, Micha grabbed my wrists and stretched my arms out. I heard a soft rustle and then felt Micha’s hot breath brush across my ear as something large pressed against my opening.
“It gets you fucked.” Micha whispered, “Every. Single. Time.”
