Revenge On Her Dad’s Best Friends (Three Ways To Get Even #2)

Chapter Fourteen

Calista murmured something incoherent, not sure exactly what she wanted to say.

Reece and Zachariah forced her legs wider apart. Bradford reached between her thighs. Oh god. Instinctively, she used her free hand to stop him. She was too wet. She didn’t want him to know that.

Reece caught her hand and wrapped his long fingers around her wrist. She swung her gaze to him, shocked and heated at his touch.

“Umm….” Words were definitely failing her now.

“You have two choices,” Bradford said softly, husky, ominous. “You can leave. But if you stay..." Calista squashed her eyes shut as Bradford’s fingers brushed against the hot dampness of her pussy to get to the key. He moved it up and pressed it against her clit before he used it to caress her with it. A million mad butterflies created chaos in her stomach, pulling and tugging until she felt herself soaking Bradford’s fingertips.

Her eyes darted open, and she looked at him in incredulous confusion. “But if you stay,” he repeated. “You’re giving us the key to unlock your body, your mind, and your whole fucking soul. We will own everything about you.”

What was happening?

Calista couldn’t keep track of her thoughts and her surroundings at the same time. She was losing her mind. Was she imagining all this? No. She couldn’t have made this up in her head if she tried. It felt too real. Their nearness. Their touch. They were real.

Bradford, Reece, and Zachariah.

We will own everything about you.

She repeated the words in her head. Her voice broke when she tried to say something, and now she couldn’t catch herself in time to stop a painful sob from making her lips quiver. She couldn’t stop the overwhelming feeling of being drowned in a tsunami of emotions, taking her under until she was forced to accept the truth.

She wasn’t fixated on them as a means of rebounding grief. They did something to her heart, her body, and her soul.

I just want you to... love... me. The words echoed so softly in her head that she wondered if she had imagined whispering them in the depths of her soul. But truer words she’d never uttered before. This was her truth.

Oh god.

She wanted them to love her. But not as their best friend’s little girl, Hank’s daughter. She wanted them to love her because she was Calista Ann Saunders, a woman who was in love with them and didn’t know how to exist anymore without them.

Panic blurred her already strained vision. She was in love with them. Truly, truly in love with them. All three of them. What she’d felt in her teens, a silly infatuation, she would admit never to having because they’d laugh at her, had turned into something real whenever she thought about them long before her dad died.

She loved them. It explained so much. All those nights she lay awake wondering if she was losing her mind, being so obsessed with them. She always considered herself to be level-headed. Well, where it mattered. But she was logical, practical, and very familiar with the concept of common sense.

In her right state of mind, she would have never have allowed herself to become so desperate to see them, which was why she went to the lengths she did for a mere glimpse of them. Common sense didn’t matter where her heart was concerned.

She loved them. They couldn’t care less about her if they tried.

If they needed any more ammunition why there shouldn’t be a relationship between them, and if they looked close enough, they’d have noticed she’d just handed them an arsenal of it. Instead, they were trying to scare her away.

Humiliation, like she had never known before, crept up her spine and poisoned her blood. She wasn’t going to leave, whether they wanted her or not. She was going to stay and give them everything.

Deep down, she knew this was just another tactic of theirs to keep her away. They did want to scare her and make her turn away from them. They had no idea how desperate she was. What scraps she would take from them and live off of them.

“What’s it going to be, Calista?” Using his thumb, Bradford parted the folds of her center and slipped the head of the small key into the entrance of her pussy. She shuddered, gasping at the touch. She was a virgin, but even she couldn’t deny the raw, deviant eroticism of it all.

He pushed in a little deeper at the same moment that Reece glided his thumb over her mouth, pulling her lower lip down before he trailed that same finger down her throat, all the way to her clit.

She squirmed as Bradford moved the key inside her, and even though he merely breached her, the feeling of fullness that exploded around her released a fresh dose of wetness to seep from her.

Reece glided his thumb over her clit, pressing against her swollen bud, and made her think she was going to disintegrate into the wood of the desk on which she sat.

“What is it going to be, Sweetheart?” Reece asked, releasing her clit from his hold, only to bring his thumb to his mouth so he could lick off her wetness.

Oh.

“I… I’m not leaving—”

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Reece curled his large, calloused hand around her throat, startling her with the dominance he usually kept at bay. She couldn’t stop her pussy from fluttering, and she knew that Bradford felt her pulsing too.

“I don’t think you understand the choice you’re making, Calista.” Reece squeezed at her throat, his eyes darkened. Was she going to orgasm right there at that moment?

“I’m not leaving. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Why? She asked herself silently.

Because I just want you to want me, to love me. Like a man loves a woman.

I don’t think you understand what we mean when we say we’re going to own everything about you.”

“If you’re trying to scare me...”

“You should be scared, little kitten. We’re twice your fucking age, and the things we can do to you... are you sure you want to stick around and find out?” Zach growled. Bradford flipped the slippery key around, this time using the serrated edge to enter the shallow part of her pussy.

Dear god. What were they doing to her?

“I’m not scared,” she whispered, as Bradford turned the key inside her. Didn’t they know they could do anything they wanted to her?