I’m ripped off him without ceremony, and I thrash about as Saint lifts me up by the waist, pulling me away from the bed.
“Dude, seriously?” Caz glares at his leader. “You couldn’t let me finish?”
“Shut your fucking mouth.” Saint’s entire body is shaking behind me, and he radiates anger. “Blue balls are the least of your worries.” Saint spins me around in his arms, thrusting me at Galen. “Lock her in her room.”
Galen clamps his arms around me, holding me in a vise grip. “Let me go, asshole. I’m perfectly capable of walking myself to my room.” I wriggle in Galen’s arms as he, predictably, glowers at me, throwing a look in Caz’s direction. Caz is sitting up in the bed, his face flush with desire, his dick proudly jutting out, and my pussy pulses with need.
Fuck that fucking motherfucking cockblocking asshole Saint.
“Rain check, babe,” I call out, blowing him a kiss, but Caz doesn’t even look my way.
He’s too highly strung, currently focusing his energies on a brutal face-off with Saint, and neither of them is paying me any attention.
“Highly fucking doubtful,” Galen drawls before throwing me over his shoulder and slapping a firm hand on my ass as he obeys his boss and walks out of the room. I lift my head up and glare at Theo as he follows us.
Galen opens my door, kicking it wide with his booted foot, as he storms into my room, tossing me down on the bed.
I’m madder and hornier than earlier, and I’m not ready to let this go. Reaching over to my bedside table, I remove my purple electronic friend from the drawer and switch it on.
Galen stops retreating, watching me with hostile desire, his green eyes sparking with heat, his nostrils flaring, as I bring the vibrator to the apex of my thighs.
Theo is propped against the door, his eyes not fixated on his tablet for once, also watching intently.
I flop down flat on my back and spread my legs wide so they have a front row seat as I slide the device into my vagina, pushing it in as far as it will go. With my free hand, I fondle one breast, rubbing my nipple, as I pump the vibrator in and out of my pussy, moaning and writhing for added effect.
I maintain eye contact with Galen. He wears his usual hateful mask, but he can’t disguise the desire in his eyes or the tent in his jeans. I continue moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy as I sit up and maneuver toward the edge of the bed. I look at him through hooded eyes, my gaze flitting from his lips to his cock. “Hate sex is my favorite,” I purr, removing the device and placing it on the bed before standing. I close the gap between us, pushing my body into his as I stroke his hard-on through his jeans. “And I want a real cock to finish the job.” I unbutton the top button of his jeans, sliding my hand inside his boxers to wrap around his erection. He jolts in my hand, his body moving in sync with my movements, even though conflict rages on his face.
He hates his attraction to me as much as I hate my attraction to him.
Theo is silent, but I daren’t look at him because it won’t take much to break Galen out of his lustful daze, and I intend to milk this as far as I can take it.
If Saint was mad about Caz and me fucking, he will lose his shit if I seduce his cousin too.
Taking a risk, I stretch up and kiss Galen hard on the mouth as I pump his shaft in his boxers.
He doesn’t kiss me back at first, his hips thrusting as I stroke him harder, but then, something snaps inside him, and he starts moving his mouth against mine, biting on my lip and drawing blood as he devours my lips with savage brutality. I whimper into his mouth, and he lifts me up. My legs automatically encircle his waist, and we fall back on the bed, mouths suctioned together. I rip his T-shirt from his body, while he fumbles with his jeans. His jeans and boxers are halfway down his legs, and his big cock is heavy in my hand, when Saint cockblocks me for the second time tonight.
“Has everyone lost their motherfucking minds?!” he roars, stalking into the room and yanking Galen off me. Galen trips on his clothing, falling on his butt and scowling as Saint lifts me up off the bed.
Pulling back the covers, he roughly shoves me onto the mattress as my vibrator rolls onto the floor. He tugs the covers up to my chin before retrieving my electronic friend and tossing it at me. “Knock yourself out, princess, because that’s the only cock you’ll be riding the rest of tonight.”
“You’re an asshole,” I calmly reply, sitting up and letting the covers pool at my waist. His eyes graze my tits, and the veins in his arms bulge as he flexes his fists. “What’s the big deal? You’ve claimed me as Saint property and forbidden me from fucking anyone else. Unless you want my pussy to shrivel up and die, that means I only have three guys to fuck, because we all know you’re off-limits, stepbrother dearest.” I fling the covers off and stand. “Or is that the real issue, huh?” I plant my hands on his chest and look up at him. “You want to fuck me, Saint, but you can’t, so no one else can have me either. Is that it?”
“Shut up, Lo.”
He steps back, and I walk forward, eliminating the space between us. I palm the bulge in his jeans. “Your body doesn’t lie.”
“I’m a horny guy. You’re a naked slut shoving it in my face. Of course, my body will react.”
“I’m not a slut,” I say, keeping my voice neutral, as I purposely step back. “And I’d rather fuck my vibrator than fuck you.”
He closes the distance this time, grabbing me around the throat and forcing my head back. “Careful, princess. Don’t poke the beast unless you’re prepared to play.”
He lets me go without another word, and they leave, slamming the door shut behind them.
I walk to my bathroom with a big-ass smile on my face and then finger myself to orgasm in the shower while I figuratively pat myself on the back for a successful first seductive mission.
The smirk is wiped off my face when I emerge from my bathroom to the sound of a drill at my door. I pull at the door handle, but it doesn’t budge. I tug on it a few more times, but the result is the same. The bastards have installed a lock on the outside of my door, and I’m trapped.
