27. Violet
27
Violet
“ L et’s see how you do.” My pulse jumped at Reid’s words. My body hummed with anticipation. My heart raced as I nodded.
A shiver ran through me as Maverick backed away, bringing me to the middle of the room. Then he was gone, moving to stand by his brothers. Three sets of eyes focused on me.
Maybe this was a terrible idea. But when they watched me. Touched me. I didn’t feel broken or afraid. Ashamed. All I felt was excitement. Lust. I’d do anything to keep my mind blank. They were a drug to numb the pain.
Their gazes were like a physical caress as I examined the space. It was a typical office. A desk with a chair, laptop, pens, paper; the usual odds and ends. Behind it was a window showing the massive front lawn and driveway. The curtains were thick, blocking out all light. To my right was a black leather couch. To the left was a bookshelf. The walls were dark wood with an intricate trim design, like the door.
It was like being in the principal’s office, waiting to be punished. My body tingled, and a slickness coated my thighs. My breathing increased as they made me wait. The tension became almost unbearable.
“Pick a safe word.” Reid’s rich voice made my nipples tighten.
“I don’t need—.” My words died as Maverick closed the distance between us.
He brought a finger to my chin, lifting until I was looking into his eyes. The desire in them had my thighs clenching. “Yes, you do, belladonna.”
My heart slammed into my chest as he smirked. There was something sinister in his expression, but I didn’t have the urge to flee from it. When he stepped back again, I was left craving more.
A simple touch and they were making me crazy. It was exactly what I wanted. A chance to feel instead of think.
My mind was completely blank. I said the first word that came to me. “Red.”
The color of a stop sign. Of passion. Blood.
“Good girl.” Connor smiled, forcing me to press my legs together to relieve the ache he formed.
Standing in front of three powerful men with lust in their eyes, I waited for the fear to come. The anxiety. Waited for my skin to crawl. My stomach to tumble.
It never did.
I felt utterly safe with them. Secure. They decided this. They’d taken action, and I was just along for the ride. I wanted that. Them.
“Take off your panties.” I jumped to Reid’s command, falling into my role.
My hands slipped under my dress. I tugged down the fabric. The desire I saw reflected in them fueled my confidence. I held the scrap of lace between us, dangling from my finger.
“Bring them to me.” Connor’s demand sent a shock through my body. I wasn’t sure why I’d only expected Reid to be in control. But it was clear they all were. And I liked it.
My steps didn’t show any of the nerves that bounced in my stomach as I moved forward, dropping them into his open palm. My pussy flooded as he brought them to his nose. “Goddamn you smell so fucking sweet.”
He closed his eyes like he was savoring my scent. It was the dirtiest thing I’d ever witnessed, but I didn’t feel shame or disgust. Only a rush as my blood roared to life.
Maverick leaned over, sniffing the fabric as well. Their obvious appreciation fed my passion for them. Made me believe, if only for this moment, that I could still be desired.
“You’re wet for us, aren’t you, pretty girl?” I glanced up at Reid through my lashes. His piercing blue eyes had darkened with lust.
“Yes.” My voice betrayed my worries. It was nothing more than a breathy whisper.
“Do you need to come?” Maverick’s smirk lit me on fire. It made the tension in my body worse until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Until I’d do anything to have their hands on me.
Even beg. “Please.”
“Not yet.” Reid reached out, grabbing Maverick’s shoulder to keep him in place. His feral desire for me was like a drug I was already addicted to. “Take off your dress.”
My fingers fumbled with the few buttons at the collar. The soft fabric skimming along my skin sent a thrill through me as I lifted it over my head. A second later, it was fluttering to the floor, leaving me in only a pink lace bra that matched the panties Connor was still holding.
A smile spread across his face as his gaze raked over me. “You’re taking orders like such a good girl.”
My breathing stuttered as they stepped forward. My skin tingled, but they didn’t touch me. Connor leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Is that what you want, to be our good girl?”
My lips brushed his as I turned my head. I yearned to close the distance. To kiss him again. But I waited. Submitted to them.
“Yes.” I didn’t know what else to say. I felt like I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but what they commanded.
“Now the bra.” Electricity burst inside me as Reid gave another order.
Connor straightened, giving me space as I reached back and popped the clasp. Goosebumps broke out along my arms as the lace floated away.
Heat pooled in my gut. Grew between my legs as they circled me. They were predators, and I was their willing prey. Their gazes burnt my skin. Pushed the chill from the air.
Once again, I assessed my body. I waited to feel like an object. Something insignificant. Something unloved. Like an animal in a cage.
But those feelings never came. All that coursed through my veins was pure, carnal lust.
“Look at how gorgeous you are.” Maverick ran a single knuckle from my shoulder to wrist. That simple touch sent sparks down the same path. I stifled a moan, so I didn’t embarrass myself. “All this pretty skin for me to mark.”
His body warmed mine as he closed the distance between us. I couldn’t stop my hand from turning. The urge to be close to him was instinctual.
They hadn’t demanded it, but I needed to touch him. My fingers skimmed across his thick thighs. His mouth curved as if he had a secret. Like we were breaking the rules together.
“You like that.” His breath ghosted over my cheek, making me shiver. “You want me to mark you? Leave a scar on your skin so everyone will know who you were with? Who you belong to.”
My gaze connected with his steel-gray eyes. I saw the intensity behind them. I knew they weren’t normal; this arrangement made that clear. But what he was describing was unhinged. Absolutely depraved.
Fuck, I liked it. The idea that I could choose the scars on my body was appalling. It wouldn’t just be happening to me.
I wished I could belong to them. That this was more than temporary. But it wasn’t. And soon they’d forget me. I’d be just another girl they fucked. I hated the thought. But the scars they left behind would remind me I’d once been desired like this.
“Touch me.” I begged, because I didn’t want to think anymore. Didn’t want to worry about when this would end.
“No.” My attention snapped to Reid. My lips pressed together as I held back my protest. “We’re not going to touch you until you’re ready. This is a taste. A way for you to decide if you want more.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I’d decided. That I wanted everything. That I was theirs to do with as they pleased.
The words died on my tongue as I stared at him. I was paralyzed. What if I made all the wrong choices again?
Connor came up behind me, drawing my focus to his hands hovering over my hips. “Be a good girl. Lay down.”
My skin tingled as I willed him to touch me, but he wouldn’t disobey Reid. It only made the anticipation turn into sparks of excitement as I followed his order. I dropped to my knees on the plush carpet before moving to my back.
I realized in that moment how vulnerable I was. Completely naked in a room with three fully dressed men. On the floor where they could demand anything of me. But once again, it was freeing instead of controlling.
“Spread those thighs.” Maverick’s tone was husky. “Let us see what you want to give us.”
I took an unsteady breath as I brought my feet together, drawing them closer to my hips and letting my knees fall open.
“More.” Reid demanded. “Show us everything.”
My heart beat hard on my ribs. The heat of my hand burned my flesh as I moved it along my stomach. I watched them watching me. Their focus never left my fingers as I spread myself open for them.
“Fuck.” Maverick dropped to his knees by my feet. “Look at that pretty pussy.”
“Holy shit.” Connor grunted as he sat on the couch.
“Don’t move.” Reid grabbed his desk chair, bringing it to my left side.
Their reactions gave me a sense of power I’d never felt before. I brought them all to their knees, literally and figuratively. I never imagined I could feel like this. This explosion of desire. This energy coursing through my veins until it threatened to consume me.
Their desperation for me scorched my skin. Lit me from the inside out. I felt myself melting for them. Ready to burn alive.
My heart beat faster. My chest rose with ragged breaths. My mouth watered. Wetness slid down my fingers.
“Touch yourself like the perfect slut you want to be.” I flinched at the word, but I couldn’t deny that Reid’s order had me trembling.
Keeping myself spread wide, I moved my other hand to my clit. Pleasure burst from where I touched. My back arched as I pressed down with two fingers. A moan tumbled from my lips as I traced circles into my flesh.
My hips lifted automatically. My eyes tried to close, but I forced them to stay open. I was captivated by them. By their intense gazes. Their lust that fueled my desire. That made this more erotic than it should’ve been.
I let myself go, dipping down to plunge inside while still circling my clit. My inner walls clenched, sucked me in. It had been so long since I’d enjoyed this. Since it had been about my pleasure.
They knew that. That’s why they’d done this. They wanted me to rediscover this part of myself on my own. The realization made my throat burn. Tears threatened to fall.
“Come for us,” Connor said, as if he sensed I was drifting and was trying to bring me back to the moment.
I didn’t know where to look as I moved faster. Rocking into my hands as I drove myself closer to the edge. I felt the tension in my limbs. The squeezing of my muscles.
Pleasure bounced along my skin. Tightened my nipples. Pulsed between my legs.
My mind grew hazy until all I could focus on was them. On myself. On the bliss coursing through my veins.
I moaned as all these feelings crashed into each other. Become one all-consuming sensation. The ropes holding me together snapped as I came. Hard and long. An explosion like I’d never felt before.
“That’s right.” Maverick groaned. “Let us hear you scream, belladonna.”
It seemed to last forever. My muscles clenched and released. My fingers slowly moved along my clit as I pulled every ounce of pleasure from my body.
I sucked in a greedy breath as I melted into the floor. My lids grew heavy. But a smile tugged on my lips. I felt another piece of myself coming together again.
As my head lulled to the side, I saw Connor. His hazel eyes swept over me as he smiled back. “You’re beautiful when you come, little bloom.”
“Taste yourself.” The desire in me was reignited at Maverick’s words.
I’d never done that before. Maybe it was the post orgasm bliss. Or this control they had over me, but I didn’t hesitate.
I brought my hand to my mouth. Poking my tongue out, I licked. I heard their collective groan as my own flavor coated my senses. It was sweeter than I expected.
“Let them taste you.” My chest tightened, but there was no joke behind Reid’s eyes.
I dipped my fingers back inside myself as Connor came closer. His palm was warm as he grasped my wrist, bringing me towards him. My pussy tugged as he sucked my fingers clean.
“Fuck.” The appreciation in his voice made it hard to breathe. “You taste like heaven.”
I gasped as I felt Maverick’s hands on my ankles. He watched as I pushed my fingers inside myself again. He didn’t remove his touch, forcing me to lean forward and place them in his mouth.
Goosebumps popped out on my skin as his tongue swept along my fingers. He licked them until there wasn’t a drop left. Our gaze never broke as he savored me.
“No, belladonna. You taste like ruin.”