Pay the Price: A Dark New Adult Romance

59. Daisy

Itried to watch TV, flipping from show to show while my mind spun and my stomach turned, but eventually I gave up. I couldn’t focus on anything but the Beasts — what they were doing, where they were, if they were okay.

Finally I settled into a fitful sleep on the sofa, my mind filled with dark and disturbing images I didn’t try to push away. The Beasts were living it, and I’d already vowed not to hide my head in the sand. I’d spent too many years sheltered and protected, and the whole time I hadn’t even known that the men living in my house — my dad and Blake — were smiling at me and Ruth and then hurting girls just like us.

So I let the images come, startling awake every twenty minutes, listening for the sound of Benji’s tires on the gravel out front.

I was in the kitchen making coffee, the sun just starting to rise when it finally came.

At first I thought maybe I was imagining it, and I paused, listening more closely before running to the living room windows.

It was Benji, the green SUV pulling to a stop in front of the house. I held my breath, waiting.

Wolf got out of the driver’s side looking exhausted, then Jace got out of the passenger side. Finally, Otis stepped out of the back.

They were all alive. Covered in blood and what looked like dirt, but alive.

I rushed to the front door and unarmed the alarm, then watched as they trudged up the porch steps.

None of us said anything as they filed into the house. For a long moment, we just looked at each other. I could feel my chest rising and falling too fast, like I’d been running when I’d been doing the opposite of running all night.

Tension hung between us, the weight of what they’d done — of what we’d done, because I’d been part of it too — in their eyes, in their expressions, in the blood and dirt covering their clothes.

I could hardly breathe, felt like I was going to jump out of my skin, adrenaline surging though my body even though we were just standing there, staring at each other.

And then Jace was on me, his mouth slamming onto mine while he pawed at my tank top, his tongue invading my mouth like a pillaging army.

He tore his mouth away. “Somebody get this the fuck off.”

Otis moved behind me and I felt him lift my tank top, pulling it over my head just before Jace’s mouth crashed down all over again.

He backed me into the living room, his mouth still on mine, his hands reaching for my shorts as I pulled at his shirt like an animal.

For a minute we were a jumble of mouths and arms and legs. I barely registered Wolf pulling off my shorts and underwear before stripping off his own clothes and moving behind me, his hard dick nestled in the crack of my ass. He cupped my tits from behind and Jace kicked off his boots and pulled down his jeans.

Otis was eagerly getting rid of his own clothes and had just pulled off his shirt when Jace sank onto the couch and grabbed my hips to navigate me between his thighs. His monstrous cock jutted at attention and my pussy turned slick with need.

Otis moved to one side of me, flanking my body with his thighs. He nuzzled my neck, exposed thanks to my messy bun, as Wolf settled in behind me. “You want us to shower real quick, princess?”

His hands slid around my waist to pinch my tits, and I looked down at Jace through a lust-tinged haze.

He was covered in dried blood — they all were.

Calvin’s blood.

They’d tortured him, killed him. I should have been horrified by the proof of it. I should have wanted to deny what they’d done. Instead the sight of it sent a tremor of lust through my body so powerful I almost couldn’t breathe.

“No.” I got on the couch, straddling Jace with my knees, but instead of pulling me onto his dick, he slumped down on the sofa and buried his face in my pussy.

I closed my eyes and moaned, then felt someone — Wolf or Otis — pull on my hair tie, freeing my hair from the bun at the top of my head.

My hair fell down my back as Jace spread my pussy and lapped at my slit, then circled my clit with his tongue while Wolf slid his erect cock back and forth through my ass crack. The proximity to my asshole was enough to put my first orgasm in reach, and I rode Jace’s face, desperately hoping Wolf would slide his dick into my ass even though I’d never done that before and had always assumed it would hurt.

Otis stood behind the couch and reached for my head. He pulled me toward him and kissed me long and deep, his tongue invading my mouth while Jace ate my pussy, Wolf’s cock so close to impaling my ass that I had to bite back the urge to beg.

I felt the promises, more certain than any words, in the strokes of Otis’ tongue.

To take care of me. To keep me safe. To keep no more secrets.

There was nothing between us now, not even what they’d done to Calvin. We were covered in it, streaks of dried blood on my tits and arms, probably on my entire body by now, transferred from the Beasts like they were painting me as one of them.

It was sick that it made me hotter. Sick that it made me wetter.

But I couldn’t deny it, couldn’t deny the orgasm barreling to the surface of my body.

I moaned into Otis’ mouth and he pulled away to look at me. “I think our doll is about to come.”

“You going to come, sunshine?” Wolf asked against my shoulder. “You like the way Jace eats your pussy?”

“Yes!” I gasped.

“Good, because I’m more than fucking ready to join in,” Wolf said.

Jace let out something like a growl and doubled down on my clit, then shoved his fingers inside me.

I cried out and Otis closed his lips over mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth as my orgasm tore loose. It washed over my body from the inside out, starting at my center and exploding like a series of lit fireworks running to every nerve in my body.

“Fuck!” I cried, grinding on Jace’s face while he lapped and licked at my cunt, his fingers plunging into me hard and deep.

Rough and raw and hungry.

My body had barely stopped shuddering when Jace straightened to yank my head down and seized my mouth in a vicious kiss. I tasted my own cunt on his lips and it only made me more desperate for him.

For all of them.

Wolf fingered my asshole and I pressed back against the pressure, letting him know I was ready for whatever he wanted to give.

“Damn,” he said. “Our sunshine is ready to get ass-fucked.”

Otis had disappeared, but Jace took my lower lip in his teeth and tugged while he palmed my tits. I tasted my own blood as his teeth pierced my flesh.

“That’s because she’s a dirty girl, aren’t you, princess?” Jace said between kisses. “A dirty fucking girl.”

I was too delirious to answer, and a second later I felt the sharp sting of Jace pinching my nipples hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. A fresh wave of desire shot to my pussy.

“Tell us you’re a dirty girl,” Jace said. “Tell us you like the things we do to you.”

“I’m a dirty girl,” I gasped. “I like the things you do. All of it. I want it all.”

Jace chuckled. “I fucking knew you would.”

Otis reappeared with the lube and handed it to Wolf over the couch.

Jace stretched out, pulling me with him. “Wolf’s going to need access to that sweet ass.”

I straddled his hips and he took one of my swinging tits in his mouth. I gasped when he sucked, then felt Wolf slide the slippery head of his dick against my asshole.

Otis was still standing behind the couch, close enough to my face that it would be easy to suck his dick while Wolf and Jace fucked me. I almost short-circuited thinking about it, my body primed for pleasure, every nerve ending like a live wire.

Jace positioned his cock at my entrance and I felt the cool slide of the piercing nearest his swollen crown. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as Otis rubbed the head of his dick against my lips. Behind me, Wolf nudged harder against my ass.

They were all so close. So close to being inside me. To completing me all at once.

“Please,” I whimpered.

Victory was written all over Jace’s face. “We’ve got the princess begging for what she wants. I think we need to give it to her.”

He pulled me down hard on his cock as Wolf slipped into my ass, Otis sliding between my lips.