Startled, she spun around, oblivious to my hold on her body.
In the center of the space, Zion stood with a caught-in-the-act look, a wooden stool laying on its side beside him.
“What is”—she gawked at the scene—“this?”
Zion caught the two loose ends of a swaying rope. He had thrown it over the exposed beam running horizontally across the ceiling, using it as a makeshift hook.
A slow grin emerged as he drawled, “A playground.”
44
KALI
Iwasnotgoing to allow them to tie me up again.
Last time it’d happened, I’d spent half an hour battling the chair I’d been strapped to and had scraped my ankles raw in my attempts to free myself. Granted, successful ones, but I doubted a repeat was possible with the two bastards watching me like hawks.
“I—” I dug my heels into the floor, the boards chilly under my soles, the sensation jarring enough to strengthen my resolve. “I’m not going anywhere near it.”
“Yes, you will.” Gedeon gently nudged me toward Zion. “Because if you do not, I will make good on my promise to fill you with our cum for the ride home tomorrow morning.”
A fresh wave of heat made its home between my legs. Something had to be wrong with me for Gedeon’s threat to affect me so.
Otherwise, I had to acknowledge the simple truth: I wanted to be handled by him and Zion, and that wasn’t something I could ever admit to them.
If I did, Gedeon’s ego would inflate beyond imaginable limits, and Zion would drag mine and Gedeon’s pants downin his game of desecrating every available surface. He called it “sanctifying,” for gods’ sake.
I wouldn’t survive either of them. One would kill me with his words and the other with his proclivities.
Bouncing on his heels, Zion outstretched an arm toward me. “Fly over to me, pretty birdie.”
“Go to him.” Gedeon pushed my lower back, leaving a searing imprint above my ass.
My very bare ass. While he was fully clothed. Apparently, this was my life now—a naked owner of three holes.
Gedeon could at least fuck Zion. The man would light up any time the topic came up, and Gedeon was driving him crazy with anticipation. If he finally did it, it would give my poor vagina a break.
“I will remind you for the last time.” Warm moisture skimmed my ear as Gedeon said from behind me, “Do as told, or I will drag you there myself.”
“I should have just killed you when I had the chance,” I mumbled.
His dark chuckle coiled around my neck.
Gulping, I embarked on the short path to Zion, the twenty feet between us more like a thousand.
Trepidation mixed with adrenaline flared in me with each step. I cursed myself for enjoying the blend, for how it kindled the flames in my pelvis and how Zion’s excitement, wicked and festering, was so palpable a shudder ripped through me.
“Secure her wrists,” Gedeon barked.
A glimpse back revealed him situating himself in a chair, the navy kitchen cabinets behind him so matte they absorbed the dim illumination from the sconces framing the door, similar to how Gedeon usually repelled all light, as if it was his natural state.
Only now, the white t-shirt we’d coerced him into wearing made him stand out like an albino crow in a flock of black.
I stopped near the dangling bits of rope. It wasn’t hard to figure out where my limbs were supposed to go.
But to my surprise, Zion took my wrist, leading my hand down my belly, the graze of his knuckles a line of fire.
“Give me a taste,” he begged.
