Dimitri drags a Kama Sutra Chaise love seat in front of me. Vegah releases his hold on me and moves to stand in front of me so I can see him. He’s wearing his mask and contacts like the other two. A groan slips out of me when I see he’s wearing a pair of sweats as well. I have no idea what it is about gray sweats, but they are a fucking weakness for me.
“Truth or dare,” Vegah asks me.
I growl in frustration. “This isn’t fucking funny,” I yell. “Let me go now. I’m not doing this shit with the three of you anymore.”
“Too bad, Prosecutor,” Vlad snaps back, then proceeds to remove his pants. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning at the sight of his thick cock slapping against his abs proudly. Vegah and Dimitri strip off their pants and I almost whimper at the sight of them. Their bodies are covered in ink, all muscle and rippling abs. Throw in the masks and they look like walking sin I would love to ride on my way to hell.
I watch as Vegah lays back on the chair. Dimitri moves to the end and bends forward as Vlad comes up behind with a tube of lube in his hand. My fucking jaw unhinges, there is no way they are going to make me watch this again!
Vegah tilts his head back so he can look up at me as Dimitri wraps his lips around his cock. He groans and the sound sends shockwaves right to my weeping cunt. Vlad lathers himself with lube, then grips his cock and looks me right in the eyes as he slams into Dimitri, making him cry out. I scream and thrash against my restraints, trying to get fucking free.
“Fuck, his mouth feels so good,” Vegah taunts as he thrusts his hips, forcing Dimitri to take him deeper. Vlad’s fucking him at a punishing pace, making him take everything he’s giving. Dimitri isn’t complaining. He’s loving every damn second of it and the sight alone has me filled with jealousy.
“Fuck you all!” I scream.
“Play the… game,” Vlad grunts out.
I shake my head angrily. “Fuck your game. Let me go! Now!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Vegah snaps. His tone is cold and filled with malice. I close my eyes and try to block out the sounds and focus on something else. The throbbing ache between my thighs makes it fucking hard but I try to push through it. Tears prick the backs of my eyes and I fight to hold them in. This is stupid. I shouldn't want them. They have lied to me, manipulated me and used me to get what they want.
“Dare!” I shout without thought. When all I am met with is silence, I open my eyes to see the three of them all looking at me with wide grins on their faces.
“I dare you to tell us how you really feel about us?” Vlad asks smugly.
“No,” I snap.
“You ready to use your safeword again?” Dimitri taunts. My eyes widen.
“You wouldn’t,” I hiss.
“You know we fucking would,” Vegah sneers.
“Fuck you. Truth or dare?” I spit, throwing their own words back at them.
“Truth,” the three of them answer at the same time. Their compliance stuns me for a second before I ask them the same question they asked me. “Tell me how you feel about me?”
I don’t expect them to answer, but when Dimitri does, I’m rendered mute. “You belong to us. We aren’t letting you go like we promised.”
“We want to keep you and we know you want that as well,” Vlad adds.
“We hunger for you, crave you. You’ve become an addiction for us and we won’t let you go. Your place is at our side and you need to come to terms with that,” he says as if it’s that simple, like his words are law.
“What about what I want?” I throw back at them.
“What is it that you want?” Vlad shouts. “You want to practice law? You want to travel the world? You want money, cars, houses or fucking slaving everyday over courtcases? Name it, it’s yours.”
I shake my head. “I… No. I just…” I clamp my mouth closed, unable to formulate a response.
“What is it that you need?” Vegah grits out through clenched teeth.
A lump forms in my throat and I have to push past it in order to get the words out. “You only want me for my body. This isn’t something that can last,” I say quietly, hating that the truth stings like a bitch.
“Says who?” Dimitri barks.
“Society!” I yell in frustration. “I put criminals away for a job. I work to end crime. You three embody everything I stand against.”
“Bullshit,” Vegah snaps as he climbs to his feet and faces me. “You think you want that but I’ve seen the bloodlust in your eyes. You like being a lawyer because it gives you power over the fuckers you want to hurt. We’re offering you a chance to getjustice on any motherfucker you want without having to wait months and slave over paperwork. We’ll give you exactly what you crave because you want what we have the power to give. You’re just too fucking stubborn to admit it. We. Want. You! Not just for your body but for your fucking mind and that sassy ass mouth of yours. You were made for us, Jenna. Give in and allow us to prove it to you, or you will be locked in this house until you finally submit like you want to.”
