It might be a tall order, considering all the lies, secrets, and betrayals that hang between us, but I have never been the kind of girl to back down from a challenge.
Ares’s thrusting becomes more vicious and my jaw aches as I work to toss him over the edge. My hand pumps the base of his dick while he fucks my mouth. His eyes pop open, filling with pride and raw hunger, as he watches me swallow his erection with tears leaking from my eyes and saliva dribbling down my chin and the sides of my mouth. The sound of skin slapping against skin and my muffled moans as I slurp up and down his dick sends liquid lust pooling in my lower belly and my groin, and I know I’m going to need another fix after dinner.
“Fuck, you look so good with my dick shoved down your throat.” Ares leans down, pinching one hard nipple. “Get ready.” I cup his balls and run one finger back and forth along his taint, feeling him tense up as the moment arrives. A couple of seconds later, he shouts out as he spills his hot seed down my throat. His grip on the back of my head is tighter, and pain rattles through my skull, but I don’t mind. Enduring some pain to give him pleasure is a small price to pay.
When he’s done, he lifts me up under the arms, reels me into his chest, and slams his lips down on mine.
“Knock, knock,” Jase says, tapping lightly on the wood. “Sorry to interrupt, but the takeout is here, and dinner is served.”
I turn around, spotting my soon-to-be husband standing in the doorway watching us. His eyes flare with desire, and he is doing nothing to conceal the noticeable bulge tenting his sweatpants. Jase smirks. “That was hot.”
Ares growls and flips him the bird. “That wasn’t for your eyes.”
“You’re a funny guy.” Jase’s grin widens as he cocks a brow. “Close the door if you don’t want an observer,” he suggests, winking at me before heading back downstairs. I expected him to call Ares out on his hypocrisy, but the fact he didn’t pleases me. Jase is making an effort, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed.
I know, of the three men, he will be the one least concerned with sharing me. Ares and Chad, however, are a different matter entirely. Assuming Ares actually wants any kind of a relationship and Chad and I can find a way to put the sins of our past behind us to move forward.
The situation is precarious with all three of the guys, for different reasons, so nothing is set in stone.
“I don’t share.” Ares is grumpy as fuck as he gathers up his clothes from where he dumped them on the floor.
“Not yet you don’t.” My grin is smug as I walk past him naked, heading into my closet.
“Dream on, slutster.”
I bark out a laugh, turning to face him in the entryway to my closet. “It’s not a dream. It’s going to be a reality, and I’ll have you eating your words before you know it.”
He mutters under his breath, sending me a glare as he stalks out of my room with my laughter following him.
ChapterTwelve
Chad
The dick with the bald head, beady eyes, and protruding stomach opens my cage and slides a bowl of slop inside along with a second bowl of water. The taller, stockier man cracks his knuckles as he pins me with a gloating expression, daring me to try something. But I’m not an idiot. There is no point attempting to fight when I’m naked, cold, and weak. All that would do is guarantee me a beating.
If I stand any chance of escaping, and that’s a big if because security is tight, I need to keep my strength and my wits about me.
Disappointed I’m not starting something, the two goons slam the cage door shut, smirking as they rake their eyes over me. I’m not worried they will do anything. The boss bitch has her dogs well trained. Although I have no way of telling the time, I’d guess I have only been here a couple of days. In that time, the guard shift has rotated twice. Two men per shift, and they alternate between day and night.
I haven’t seen that fucking bitch since she took me into the red room and did shit to me I will take to my grave. Bile travels up my throat at the memory, but I swat it aside. No good will come from reliving it, so I have been doing my best to forget it ever happened. Repositioning my cramped limbs—as much as I can within the confines of this square cage—I kneel in front of the two bowls, trying to convince myself the beige lumpy mess is not something you’d only feed to a dog. Scooping it up with my fingers, I shovel it in my mouth and force myself to swallow it.
It tastes even worse than it looks, but I force it down until every morsel is gone.
Then I drink from the bowl of water, downing it in one go, attempting to wash the gritty, dry taste from my mouth.
I lean back, rubbing my belly, not even close to full, watching the two goons distributing the rest of dinner to my fellow prisoners. No one mounts any protest or attempts to rebel. If anyone had been so inclined, the way the man who was in the cage beside me had been butchered has dealt with it. No one speaks because everyone is afraid it will be them next.
I think the solitude and boredom might kill me before starvation or that depraved bitch. Closing my eyes, I visualize Ash in my mind’s eye because her face and our memories are the only things keeping me sane.
Remembering nights spent snuggled together on the couch watching a movie.
Candlelit dinners at our favorite Italian restaurant.
Dancing drunk with her at parties, grinding up against her as she laughed and threw her arms around my neck.
Cooking side by side as we talked about our day.
The way her face would pull into a proud smile when she cheered for me from the bleachers during games.
