I have to pee like crazy. I don’t wanna think about how much that will hurt.
Blinking, I take stock of the bodies around me. Jude is behind me, his black fortress of a chest pressed against my back, his heartbeat thumping a comforting rhythm. His chin rests on my head. Rory lies between Jude and my left leg with his head propped on my thigh. Seth mirrors him, but on my other side. Vincent sleeps at the far end of the bed, his hoodie nearby. I liftmy brows, understanding why he doesn’t have a piercing. His dick is tattooed. Black chains swirling all around to the very tip.
And Raphael. I look up, a gasp lodging in my throat because he’s right in front of me, eyes fixed on me. Deep green eyes like the forest where I first met them. Dark strands of his hair rain down each side of his face. Heat swarms my insides as I wonder how long he’s been awake…staring at me.
When I open my mouth, Raphael shakes his head, warning me not to speak. A flick of his eyes to the others confirms he doesn’t want to wake them. Because this moment, here and now, is for us.
As his knuckles brush my cheek, tingles erupt all over my skin. My stomach flips at the same time that my heartbeat stutters.
“Five days?” I mouth, wanting to make sure he holds up his end of the deal.
He nods. “Five. Five for all of us.”
“All for one and one for all?” I quip.
My breath is ripped away when he covers my mouth with his, searing me, blinding me with the force of the kiss. A depth of intimacy I’ve never experienced. Different than the mine. I find myself surrendering too easily, parting my lips and giving him entrance. Wet heat fills my center.
I chalk it up to Stockholm Syndrome and a coping mechanism, a trauma bond after the hell they put me through. Like Raphael trained my body to welcome all of them.
So, why don’t I want to leave? The last thing I should want is to be right here, cocooned by all these bodies, of these men I’ve only just met. No, not men but monsters who put me through hell.
But it was nothing like the hell I came from.
Right now? That’s all that matters. That and the five days of worship ahead of me. I’ll take whatever I damn well please. Not even sex is off the table.
And I might have plans for every single one of them. Revenge might be served up cold, but for this goddess? It’s gonna be hot as hell.
Raphael pauses and leans closer, brushing his lips along my ear. “Do not wake them, Briella.”
I don’t know what he’s up to…until his fingers find my slick labia. My breath catches as he whispers, “Warm and wet for me already, sweet girl. Take your freedom from me. Here. Now.”
“Oh, fuck please!” I whisper, slowly pushing my hips closer. One-half plea to stop, but the other half to keep going is stronger. “Raphael, I have to use the bathroom.”
“Not until you come for me.”
Oh, God…
He kisses me again, already predicting my moan from his fingers capturing my clit, rubbing the distended flesh with a slow seduction. He’s scrambling my thoughts. More heat surges through me. He inserts two fingers into my sore entrance, and I whimper, shifting until he grips my hip with his other hand, forcing me to remain still.
When he tilts his jaw to kiss me deeper and rubs more wetness along my clit, I feel the hot pressure growing, my inner muscles squeezing around those fingers.
For one heartbeat, he pauses from my lips and then whispers in my ear, “Come for me, Briella. Come for me now.” Then he holds my gaze.
I go over the edge, the orgasm ripping through me, flushed heat erupting everywhere, and surging more fluid to my folds. It’s a more intense orgasm as I work to hold back my piss until…
I remember something.
Breaths tangling, I whisper, “Remember what I said in the pit right before you all left?”
One side of his mouth twists into a devilish smirk, confirming he knows what I’m thinking. No, what I’m going to fucking do. I’m basically giving him an out after that orgasm. So, he slowly slips out of the enormous bed and gives me an approving nod.
Ohmyfuckinggod, it feels so good to let it out. Whatever pain bows to the adrenaline and utter relief. The warm stream hits Rory and Seth first since they are on my thighs, wetting their hair and sides of their faces.
Seth jerks up first. “What the hell?”
As soon as he blinks and looks down and then back up at me, his eyes go wider than ever. I hold back more, but then, Seth shoves Rory off to the side.
Rory rolls over, the right side of his face and hair soaked in my urine, and as soon as he wakes up…
