I mean, they can’t expect me to always listen to them. Not when I like to test my boundaries. They just make it so damn easy to be a brat.
If I were in any real danger, I definitely wouldn’t leave the villa. I take safety concerns seriously, and while I can’t go far, it still feels nice not to be cooped up inside. No one here knows me, and I like that I’m able to drive around without a string of paparazzi or screaming fans. It makes me feel normal—mundane.
I glance across the thick jungle that makes up the center of the island, appreciating the vibrant green plant life, when a distant engine purrs behind me. There’s a second one that follows the first, and I frown as I glance in my rearview. Steadily gaining behind me are two dark motorcycles that I recognize from Charlie’s garage.
Shit.
I didn’t expect them to figure me out that fast. I haven’t even driven five miles away from the villa! I press on the gas, tightening my hands on the wheel.
They can’t stop me.
One of the bikes gets even with me, and I can make out Roman’s form from my peripheral vision. He’s wearing a helmet that obscures his face, but it’s no mistake that it’s him as he revs the bike and flies ahead of me.
What’s he doing?
I get my answer only seconds later when he skids to a stop in the road, blocking my path as I slam on the brakes so I don’t hit him. Kairo joins us a moment later, Maddox riding backpack on his bike before jumping off.
I open the car door, getting out before slamming it shut as I cock a hip and cross my arms. “I could have hit you!”
Roman throws his leg over the bike, taking off his helmet before stalking towards me. I swallow as he posts up in front of me with a hard expression. He places the helmet over my head before ducking down and planting his shoulder across my hips. He lifts me, making me gasp as he carries me back to the bike.
Maddox gets into the driver’s seat of my car, backing up before turning around and heading back for the villa. Kairo follows behind him as Roman places me on the seat of the bike.
“Hold on tight,” He commands, wrapping my arms around his waist.
I press my cheek to his back, grumbling under my breath as he drives us back to our vacation spot. All three of my wardens walk me back into the house, standing at my back like the daunting presences they are, as I take my helmet off and toss it onto the couch.
“Okay!” I throw my hands out, facing them. “You got me back! Happy?”
Kairo crosses his arms, the corner of his mouth twitching into an almost smile. “No. Not quite.”
They close in on me, making me take a small step back as my hands lift. “What are you–”
“Grab her,” Roman orders.
Maddox brackets an arm over my chest before stepping behind me. I latch onto his wrist tightly as Kairo grabs my legs and they carry me outside onto the deck.
“What the hell?!” I shout.
Roman plops down onto one of the outdoor chaise lounges, patting his thigh. They lay me across his legs, and Roman’s knees dig into my abdomen as my toes touch the floor. My cheeks heat at the suggestive position, and it isn’t until I feel his hand on my backside that I realize what’s happening.
“Count for me, Siren.” Roman growls as he flips the skirt of my dress up. His fingers ghost over the place of my panties, sending a shiver down my spine as my muscles tighten.
“Wait…” I try to use my hands to lift off of him, but he snatched the hair at the nape of my neck before pressing his lips to my ear.
“You want to disobey? I told you there would be consequences. You’re going to look at Kairo and Maddox while I spank your ass red and you’re going to fucking count for me, Rosalie.” He snips.
I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. This is embarrassing. Especially with Kairo smirking down at me and Maddox tilting his head as he waits. They’re going to watch with sick fascination as I receive my punishment, and it makes me squirm under their scrutiny.
Roman’s hand dips under my panties before he balls the fabric up and yanks them down my thighs. The air hits my wet pussy, and I gasp at the arousal drenching me.
“You like this?” Roman asks low, wedging his thumb between my folds. “It’s okay if you want their eyes on you. I don’t mind sharing, Siren.” He pulls my hair, his nose bumping into my temple. “Why don’t you give them a show, hmm? Let them see what their attention does to you.”
Wanton need grips me as I nod. The fight evaporatesfrom me in an instant as the heat of the situation washes over me. Yes, this is a little embarrassing, but it’s also unbearably hot. I’m safe, and I want to drive them insane with desire. I can’t be the only one aching and panting by the end of this.
Roman’s large hand rubs across my left ass cheek tenderly before he rears back. I hold my breath for the slap, turning my head so I can see Kairo and Maddox as I’m punished.
Roman doesn’t hold back. His hand cracks across my flesh, making me jolt with the stinging, heated pain that paints over my backside. My thighs rub together, slick with my arousal as my lips tremble. “One.”
