“It won’t come back at you. I give you my word. And I’ll agree to your demands if you agree she’s mine and mine alone.” He levels a dark look at the beast. “No one else is allowed to touch her.”
“Let me watch you fuck her and it’s a deal.”
What the what? Every cell in my body feels those words. A small squeak leaks from my mouth, and Ben pierces me with a ferocious look, warning me to keep quiet.
“Fine,” Ben says, like he hasn’t just agreed to fuck me with an audience.
In any other scenario, I’d be jumping for joy at this turn of events, but there is no part of me that wants Ben to fuck me out of obligation, or protection, or guilt. And the thought of these disgusting old perverts seeing me naked and intimate with Ben makes me want to hurl. But it’s better than being raped by the bastards. I have hope I can make it out of this night alive, which is more than could be said a few minutes ago.
“Hold on,” Ben says, dragging me out of my head as he lifts me. My legs automatically wind around his trim waist, and my arms circle his shoulders as he walks us over to the couch. “Fuck off,” he tells the naked blonde sitting on the end.
“Brandi!” Saverio hollers at her. “Get your whoring ass over here.” Shooting daggers at me, she scampers over to Saverio as Ben sits down on the couch, keeping me on his lap.
Nerves blanket my skin and my heart is turning cartwheels as butterflies invade my chest.
Ben clasps my face in both of his large hands, taking his time drinking in my features. His thumb brushes across my lower lip. “So fucking beautiful.” For a moment, a familiar adoring gaze sweeps over his face, but it’s replaced by a look of cold fury so fast I’m not sure I didn’t imagine it. “So fucking stupid.” He shakes his head, glaring at me like he wants to throttle me. Clasping the back of my head, he holds it tight while he sits forward, moving his hot mouth to my ear. “Follow my lead,” he whispers, “and don’t say anything.” He nuzzles his mouth into my neck, sending a wave of fiery shivers dancing over my skin.
I close my eyes, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne when it swirls around me, drugging me, as his tongue darts out, tasting my flesh. A moan escapes my lips, and I writhe on top of him when I feel him hardening beneath me. His hands land on my hips, holding me steady, and I open my eyes, startled to find him staring at me with eyes as dark as the midnight sky. His nostrils flare, and his fingers dig into my hips as he stabs me with his smoldering blue eyes. When his gaze dips to my mouth, I forget how to breathe.
It’s fucked up.
I know this.
I’m still in a precarious position, and Ben is clearly a dangerous man if this is the company he keeps. But I can’t find it within myself to regret any of it, because the way he is looking at me now has obliterated all logic and sense of self-protection.
He’s fighting an inner war, the conflict raging across his face, and I’m stuck between exhilaration and terror.
But the second his lips crash down on mine, there is no more thinking, just feeling, and I give in to it. Indulging my teen fantasy by opening myself up to Ben. Letting him do whatever he wants to me, even if I already know he’s going to ruin me for every other man.
7
BEN
If I didn’t already know I was going straight to hell, this moment would confirm it. Sierra’s soft lips glide willingly against mine, and the little sounds she’s making are killing me. I’m only kissing her, and she’s moaning and writhing on top of me like I’m fucking her. My cock is hard as steel, twitching with the need to bury itself balls deep inside her. She runs her fingers through my hair as we kiss, and her touch sets me on fire in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
I’ve worked hard to remain unattached. I have a short list of fuck buddies I call upon when I need pussy, and they all understand the score. I don’t usually kiss women either. It helps keep things detached and purely about the physical act. With them, it’s only sex.
But I can’t do that to Sierra.
At least, that’s the reason I’m telling myself why I’m currently kissing the shit out of her.
It would be easy to get lost in her, but I can’t forget where we are. The danger hasn’t passed. I feel Salerno’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my skull while he pounds Brandi’s ass over the arm of his chair. He has little interest in her. I’ve deprived him of the right to fuck Sierra—in his eyes—and he wants to live vicariously through me.
I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, but deflowering the little girl I cared about, in front of a bunch of violent perverts, will not be one of them.
My plan is risky, and we could all end up killed if he realizes I have tricked him, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means keeping Sierra’s virginity intact so she can give it to someone she loves. A guy who is deserving of her. No one in this room comes even close to measuring up.
“We back in kindergarten, boy?” Salerno grumbles in between pants.
Reluctantly, I drag my mouth from Sierra’s, eyeballing the controlling asshole. “I’m warmingmygirl up,” I coolly reply, emphasizing she’s mine and he agreed no one else was having her. Sierra has gone still on my lap, and tension radiates from her body like it’s a tangible substance. My eyes meet her gorgeous emerald gaze, shocked to see such naked desire in her expression. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair messed up, and her lips are swollen from my kisses, and damn, if that doesn’t do something to me.
“Quit messing around,” Salerno snarls. “Get her naked.” His eyes drag the length of Sierra, and I want to gouge them from his eye sockets and stuff them down his throat.
Gripping her hips, I lift her onto the ground and stand, pulling her protectively into my side. “I fully intend to.” I flash him a cocky grin as I lead her toward the stairs.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Salerno shouts, grunting loudly. I turn us around in time to watch him empty his load into Brandi’s ass.
Sierra trembles, and I instinctively hold her closer. “Upstairs.”
