Falling for A Lie (The Lords And Ladies Of Ash #1)

36. Radley

I watch Caden walk away from where Soren is bound to the cross.

I would be lying if I said that seeing her restrained like this, left vulnerable, didn’t fill me with a disturbing desire to keep her this way forever, needing only us.

She is as beautiful now as she was the day she left us; the bruises from her earlier fight with Cerv mar her skin, mirroring my own.

The taste of her still lingers on my palate, leaving me yearning for more of what she has to offer, to feel her as she squeezes around me while Caden and I take her at once, leaving marks along her skin and forever carving our way into her soul.

Without realizing it until I find myself standing before her, I step closer, our breaths mingling.

I run my finger along the bare skin of her stomach, noting how it dips with a sudden intake of breath.

Scars line her collarbone and lower abdomen, barely visible beneath the tattoos she has used to conceal them.

She is beautifully broken beneath the surface.

I move my hand to her breast and gently knead it in my palm, allowing my fingers to pinch her taut nipples and twist them, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

Caden returns to stand beside me, a knife in his hand and a wicked smile crossing his lips.

He leans in, his mouth brushing against my ear as he whispers just for me to hear, “Ready, baby?”

I give a subtle nod and give her nipple a final gentle squeeze before stepping back, creating enough space for him to come closer.

In the corner, Drake and Reed stand frozen, captivated by the scene before them.

Their fascination keeps them rooted in place.

Well, it’s up to them whether they want to join.

Caden lifts the knife and slowly glides it over her arm, the dull side facing her, the metal glinting in the red light surrounding us.

Flashbacks to earlier moments surge to the forefront of my mind for a brief second as I glance down at the bandage covering my chest, where his name is forever etched into my skin and soul.

A gentle yelp escapes Soren’s lips, causing all eyes to shift toward the captivating sight before us. Caden slides the tip of the knife on her hip, leaving a small cut in its place. With a twisted smile, he licks the lingering droplets of blood from the sharp edge of the blade. “Who was that beauty?”

I prop my hand on my hip, feeling the weight of impatience as I await her reply. “Is it Caden?”

she whispers, her voice barely audible. “He’s been quiet.”

I watch her collar shift and dig into her neck as she gulps a greedy breath, eager to see if her assumption is correct. “Good girl, Peach,”

he praises, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

“Do you want to keep going?”

As Reed slowly approached my side, his naked body captivated my attention with the intricate artwork that adorned his sun-kissed skin.

He is a beautiful man. I wonder what he’s like in bed—if he’s soft or rough like Caden. As I look down at his body, my eyes are drawn to the metallic adornment at the tip of his hardened shaft, eliciting a shaky breath from me.

Reed shoots me a glance, and I quickly avert my gaze, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “It’s okay to look pretty boy”

Reed smirks, his words leaving me speechless as he walks ahead to join Soren and Caden.

Soren’s voice comes out softly as she captures my attention. “Let’s continue. But if I get two more right, this blindfold comes off.”

She takes another soft breath in before she continues. “I want to see what it looks like when you take your pleasure from my body.”

She speaks confidently, causing a small smile to break across my lips. “Deal, Little Creature.”

Reed leans in, gripping her face in his hands and pinching her cheeks between his fingers as he continues, “But if you guess wrong three times, I’ll take your ass while Rad takes that sweet hole of yours, and Drake will fill that mouth alongside Caden. Understood?”

Soren attempts to respond, but Reed’s grip on her face renders her words unintelligible, which only seems to infuriate her more;

she nods with an audible huff. Caden reaches up, striking her breast with the leather crop in his right hand. Reed releases her with a cocky smile gracing his lips as he extends his hand for the knife in Caden’s other hand, which he surprisingly relinquishes to Reed.

Reed turns the blade around slowly, dragging the tip with gentle pressure over her skin, applying slightly more pressure in certain areas where her tattoos do not extend.

I move closer and glide my hand over her bare skin until the heat radiating from her soaked core compels me to drop to my knees in front of her, leaning into her dripping center.

Caden groans as he observes my new position, but before I begin to savor the woman before me, Reed slides the handle into her wetness, causing her to stiffen slightly at the new sensation.

Caden reaches out and turns my face toward his engorged cock, slowly running his thumb from my forehead down my face to my parted lips as he pries my mouth open for him.

A soft smile breaks across his handsome face, and without further instruction, I lean forward and take him into my mouth, and deep into my throat, his moans blending into a beautiful symphony of pleasure.

Soren’s moans compel me to work harder to match Caden’s intensity as they both curse in response to the pleasure we are delivering.

Drake lets out a string of curses as he stomps over to Soren, while Reed continues to thrust the handle in and out of her soaked cunt the sound of her wetness echoing throughout the room, perfectly harmonizing with their moans of pleasure. “Fu...ck, I can’t take it,”

she whimpers through broken groans. Drake leans in and gently captures her lips, muffling her moans and cries of protest. Meanwhile, I move my hands to fondle Caden’s balls, pinching them in a way that I know drives him wild with pleasure.

I bob my head, hollowing out my mouth, which causes him to grip my hair tighter just before he takes control of the pace, thrusting harder into my mouth and making me gag as I struggle to accommodate the new rhythm.

“Mm... Good boy. Just like that.”

He thrusts roughly one last time and holds my head in place, pressing my nose into his pelvic bone, causing me to choke as tears cloud my vision.

He shudders below me, releasing his thick load down my throat with a contented sigh. He slowly releases his grip on me and pulls himself free with a wet plop, as I take in a greedy breath.

The sound of Soren reaching her climax draws my attention to the scene unfolding before me.

Reed is bent at her waist, forcefully slamming the hilt of the blade into her soaked core.

Blood drips from his palm, mingling with her cum marking her skin in a deep crimson hue.

Meanwhile, Drake sucks on her peaked nipples, gripping above the collar with his free hand, eliciting gasps and moans of our names from her lips.

She is lost in the bliss of the moment, oblivious to who is delivering this pleasure to her.

Caden extends his hand towards me, his fingers enveloping mine with a comforting warmth.

As he moves closer, I can hear the gentle rustling of the others around us, their soft sounds bringing a sense of calm to my ears.

As his firm grip envelops mine, I feel the firm pressure against my palm, providing a steady reassurance. With a gentle tug, he effortlessly lifts me, the sensation of his touch sending a wave of comfort through my body.

Reed withdraws the hilt and casually places the knife on the table beside the cross, while Drake playfully nips her delicate flesh before moving back to stand beside Reed.

Together, they take in the sight of Soren, her body drenched in both blood and sweat. Drake smiles as he speaks up. “Any guesses who touched you, little terror?”

Soren shivers and shakes her head. She releases a gentle breath, her chest heaving with quick movements. “Reed.. Radley wait no, Drake?”

Softly, she asks, her lips caught between her teeth, as she waits with anticipation for a response.

“Well, you got the first guess right, but you were wrong with the second one and then got it right again with the third,”

Reed speaks arrogantly, smirking confidently. He steps back and positions himself in front of Soren, creating tension in the room.

The air smells metallic, like blood. He raises his hand and drops of crimson fall on her face. The blindfold is removed, exposing her eyes to the bright light.

Overwhelmed, she blinks rapidly. Tears flow down her cheeks, a mix of relief and exhaustion. Reed looks at us and declares, "I think you've had enough tonight."

He signals for me and Drake to untie her wrists. I follow his command without hesitation. "You did great, beauty. Let's bring you down," he says.

As we carefully free her bound wrist, she sways unsteadily on her feet before leaning into my arms, her body trembling against my naked flesh. “ We can take you to Drake’s room to get cleaned up, Beauty.”

She nods softly while remaining pressed against my body. I take a contented breath and decide to bend down to lift her into a bridal-style hold. Slowly, I begin my trek to the door, waiting for one of them to open it so I can carry her to Drake’s room and we can conclude this night. We all need to rest after that.

As I carry Soren in my arms, her presence against my chest brings a sense of warmth and comfort.

The physical contact creates a tangible connection, allowing me to feel her softness and the rhythm of her breathing.

The weight of her body in my embrace reminds me of the trust she places in me, deepening the bond between us that will always be there to haunt me.As we walk toward Drake's room, a mix of emotions swirls within me.

Contentment washes over me like a soothing balm, easing the tension from the night's events.

I can feel my muscles relaxing, a physical manifestation of the relief I experience knowing that Beauty will be safe and well cared for.

Beneath the surface, a sense of protectiveness wells up within me, causing my heart to race. I instinctively hold her a little tighter, as if to shield her from any potential harm.

This protective instinct fuels my determination to get her to safety quickly, as I anticipate the moment when I can finally release my grip and ensure her well-being.

At the same time, a tinge of sadness lingers within me.

While I know that this night will soon come to an end, parting ways with Soren fills me with a bittersweet longing. The physical sensations of her presence against my body amplify this feeling, making it even harder to let go.

At that moment, I realize that between her revealing her identity and the shared intimacy, I know with a sickening certainty that, no matter how much I wish I could, I don’t hate her as much as I thought I did earlier.

It seems that some things will never change; like the others, I will always be drawn into Soren’s orbit, forever bound to this beautiful woman in my arms.