It felt good to put on makeup, the wig, to dress up a little bit.To change my appearance.Now that I’m back to normal again, I miss my old room.My clothes.My brother.My best friend.Are they even looking for me anymore?Have they given up hope?I’m surprised they haven’t found me here, in the home of their enemy—I thought this would be the first place they’d look.Do they think I’ve disappeared like Alec did?Do they think I’m dead?Fuck.
After tonight, everything feels a little different too.Like our world has shifted here.When I fucked Bear, I took control.He ate me out and Kai watched.The way he kissed me like I was his favorite dessert, the release—it was amazing.It felt like the first time I’ve really climaxed, and with my captor of all people.Then I did it again right after.What’s wrong with me?I wanted Kai as well, but it all felt like too much.
I’m confused.Lost.Being with them and rescuing Cleo changed everything.
I feel like I’m part of their dynamic, like I do fit in here, and that confuses me.The journal Bear gave me lies open on the bathroom sink.I scribble down some lines, the ink bleeding through the pages at a rapid rate.I can’t keep up.There’s so much I want to express.To write.To let go of.To understand.
Will I like going back home?Will I belong there anymore?I don’t know.I had a chance to flee tonight, and I let it go because I didn’t want to jeopardize Cleo’s safety.But there was more to it than that.I didn’t want to leave them.I feel stupid.Naïve.I’m not one of them; I’m the enemy, remember?But why does it seem like I’m one of them?It’s all too much, these feelings, these thoughts.
I drop the pen and stumble back from the mirror.My back hits the bathroom wall, tears staining my cheeks.I have no idea what’s right or wrong anymore.What I truly want.It’s all messed up.Everything is.I wish I never came here.That I fought harder against Bear and got away.But then I wouldn’t have discovered what it’s like to be part of their group.
I kick off the wall and step back into the bedroom.Zion is waiting for me, leaning back beside the open door to the room I’ve been staying in.The one that doesn’t feel like a prison anymore.
“Is Cleo okay?”I ask, and the corner of Zion’s mouth lifts into a warm smile.
“She’s fine.Asleep in Bear’s room,” he says, and I nod.
“What about Natalie and Rachel?Are they safe?”
If they aren’t, I’m walking out that door now and finding them.They both risked so much for us.Callan should be home by now, so he’ll know Cleo is gone.That puts both of them at risk.
Zion watches me closely.My anxiety is peaking.I need to know.
“Natalie messaged me before.She’s away from Callan, and Rachel is too.He won’t be able to hurt them,” he says, and my shoulders drop.It’s good they’re okay now—I just hope they stay that way.
“Thank you for helping me bring Cleo back,” he says, and my heart rate picks up.He pushes off the wall, and I don’t know what to do.I stand there, frozen to the spot.
He closes the distance between us and pulls me into his chest.My arms wrap around his back, and I melt into his embrace.The loud patter of his heart drowns out my own.Time passes by slowly, and part of me never wants this moment to end, but I know it will.
Zion runs his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back.I’m met with his dark-blue eyes.He closes the distance between us, his soft lips melting against mine gently.Slow at first.But I deepen the kiss, our tongues colliding.
The air shifts, and it feels like someone is watching us.I don’t dare stop.Heat rushes up my neck, along my cheeks.I push farther into his chest.Zion releases his grip on my hair and cups my ass.When he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his back, and we stumble into the wall with a loud thud.
I thrust against his hard cock, my pussy begging to be touched again.A clap echoes through the room, and I pull away like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t have.
“Weren’t you pleased enough with my mouth on your pussy, princess?”Bear asks, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
Fuck.My cheeks burn red.I brace my hands on Zion’s shoulders.He’s glaring at Bear, and it’s like they are silently communicating.I go to open my mouth, but no words come out.
Is this what Freya felt like when she hooked up with my brother, Lucas, and Hazen?I don’t even know exactly what’s going on between me and these three men, but it’s something.I can’t deny that.
“Fuck off,” Zion finally says, and Bear laughs.
He moves away from the door, carrying a bag with him.He stands next to us and drops the bag to the ground.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth, my naughty captive,” Bear says, and without second-guessing, I obey like a fucking fool.What if he stabs me?What if this is the last straw?They don’t need me anymore.
I keep my mouth open, breathing through my nose.
Zion’s hands stay firmly on my ass, and I keep hold of his shoulders like they are my lifeline, because they are.What’s Bear going to do?The bag zips open.Something cool kisses my cheek for a second before it’s gone again.
Cool liquid pours into my mouth, followed by the burning sensation of alcohol.
“Swallow,” Bear commands, and I do.
The liquid burns a trail down my throat.It keeps coming, and I continue drinking, ignoring the urge to throw up.It’s too strong.
“That’s enough.”Zion’s deep voice breaks through the room, but Bear doesn’t stop.
