32. Violet
32
Violet
T he music in Eros hummed under my skin. My body swayed to the steady beat. I’d started to find comfort in these walls. In the red leather and black velvet. In the crowd.
I couldn’t be approached, so I became anonymous. An observer. And I saw a lot.
Tonight, a woman across the room captivated me. She wore a midnight blue dress. It was almost modest, covering her from neck to ankle. But it molded to her slender body like a second skin. Her dark hair was shiny, flowing over her shoulders, making her pale pink lips stand out.
The thing that drew my attention was the diamond stubbed collar around her throat. The leash attached to it was held by the man she was kneeling beside. She stared up at him with adoration as he stroked her hair as if she were a pet.
The act itself should’ve been demeaning, but it wasn’t. Because of their expressions.
He peered at her as if he was holding the world beneath his fingers. And she glanced back like he was the only thing she saw. I could feel their love for each other.
My chest ached, and I realized I yearned for what they had. It looked so easy. He took care of her. All she had to do was trust. Listen and enjoy it. I wanted that.
The more time I spent with the guys, the more comfortable I became. Not just with sex, but with myself. I didn’t feel like crawling out of my own skin. My worries seemed to disappear. I was… happy wasn’t the right word. I was content.
That felt like a miracle only a few months after being rescued from a monster.
Suddenly, my body tingled. My heart beat faster. I whipped my head around, searching for who I knew gave me this feeling. Then I saw him.
Maverick crossed the room towards me. It was like the man and woman; I had all of his attention. With tons of half-naked women in the club, he didn’t even glance. His gray gaze was only for me.
When he got close, he wrapped a thick, muscular arm around my waist and pulled me from my seat. The notion of resisting never crossed my mind. Especially not when his raspy voice ghosted over my cheek. “Come, belladonna. I have an idea.”
Tingles raced through me as I leaned into him. My chest pressed into his side and I felt the steady beat of his heart. My thoughts started to go blank like it always did with them. Maybe if I spent enough time here, I could reverse what happened to me. Forget it completely.
His shoulder brushed mine as we moved through the crowd. I wasn’t sure if it was my lack of bracelet or Maverick, but people parted as we walked by.
I was grateful. Though I felt at ease here, I preferred to keep my distance from other men. I couldn’t trust them. Not like I trusted my guys.
Mine.
For now.
Mine for now. I reminded myself. But as he led me down a familiar hall, all thoughts were pushed from my mind. He was steering me back to the place where it had ended. There was only space for fear inside me now.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
His lips brushed my temple, but not even that could stop the anxiety spreading through my veins. “Helping you.”
My throat closed as he opened the door. My lungs squeezed when it snapped shut behind us. I couldn’t breathe as I took in the room. It looked like a high end hotel. There was a giant bed in the middle with white silk sheets. A night stand had a decorative dish with condoms and lubes.
Two black leather chairs occupied the corners, with tables next to them. The walls had the same textured velvet wallpaper except where there was a window into the hallway. I realized it was there for the pleasure of other people. So they could enjoy themselves while observing what happened in these rooms. I watched as he pulled the red curtains closed, giving us privacy.
I waited for the memories to come as I took in the space with its low lighting and soft music. Nothing came to my mind, but my blood pressure spiked. My heart beat harder. My limbs trembled.
I was too drugged then to form any specific details. Just like most of my captivity. It was worse somehow. It let my imagination run wild with the possibilities of what might have happened. What horrors could’ve been done to me. The panic started to consume every corner of my mind.
Then I felt heat. Maverick stood at my back and wrapped an arm around my waist. He pulled me to his body, closing the space between us. “You can do this.”
His strength calmed my emotions. Slowly, my lungs expanded with oxygen that was filled with his scent. The rushing in my blood shifted into anticipation, not fear.
“We’re going to change the memory in here.” His breath skimmed across my neck, sending a shiver through me. But it was the good kind. The one that had excitement pooling in my stomach.
My heels were silent on the plush carpet as I turned. His gray eyes searched my face as if he was checking in without words. Making sure I was okay. I sighed as his concern sunk into me.
My hands shook as I pressed them into his chest. I felt his breath catch under my palms as I leaned into his body. His warmth made my skin tingle.
It traveled up my arms, down my limbs until I felt it between my legs. It gave me confidence as I brought my face closer to his. His stubble scraped along my cheek as I whispered in his ear. “You want me?”
I needed to hear him say it. I always needed it. It made me feel whole, not like the broken girl I was.
“Fuck yes, I want you.” I gasped in surprise as his firm hands grasped my arms. His harsh grip sent a jolt through my body. My lips parted as I looked into his stormy gray gaze. “I fucking need you like I need oxygen.”
Anything I planned to say was swallowed by Maverick as he slammed our mouths together. It wasn’t as soft as a kiss. It was desperate. Violent. An assault as his tongue lashed across mine.
I moaned and melted in his hold as he attacked me. There was nothing controlled about his touch. The complete opposite of Reid, who orchestrated my every move.
Mav demanded and took what he wanted. Commanded me with roughness and aggression. Not that I was trying to stop him. I needed this as much as he did.
By the time he pulled back, my entire body had flooded with desire. The wetness of it was dripping down my thighs as he stared at me with those dark, dangerous eyes.
“Knees.” I loved when they ordered me. Took away my choice. Then I didn’t have to face what I was doing. Confront the fact that it was wrong to want all three of them.
I wobbled as he released me, pushing my shoulder until my legs buckled. But instead of fighting it. I gave in, sinking to my knees in the thick carpet. My lips parted with eagerness.
Butterflies floated in my stomach as he ran a gentle hand over my cheek. I expected him to be rough, but this softness was disarming. My head tilted into his palm as he skimmed his fingers along my jaw. I felt his care in every gesture. And I savored it. Grabbed onto it as if I was starving.
“Look at you dropping to your knees for me like a slut.” The breath shuddered from my lungs.
His harsh words were such a contrast from the intimacy of his touch. And it was the dichotomy that I loved so much. The unexpected that made me excited for what would happen next.
“Undo my pants.”
My insides tumbled as I jumped to his order again. My hands twitched as I pushed the button open. The zipper echoed in my ears as I slid it down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and my breath caught when his hard cock sprang free. It bobbed inches from my face, making my mouth water.
The urge to lean forward clawed at my insides. I wanted to swallow him down. Feel the void of pleasure. But I waited for him.
“Open.” My lipstick smeared along his thumb as he pushed into my bottom lip, forcing me to do as he commanded. As soon as I did, he shoved his finger inside.
I gagged as he pressed it against my tongue. He choked me with one harsh assault. My hands flew to his thighs. My nails dug in and I gasped at his rough treatment. But I didn’t push him away. Didn’t stop.
“You want me to use this hot little mouth? Force you to take my cock down your throat until you’re choking on it? Fuck it until my cum is dripping off your chin?”
My eyes watered as he pressed his thumb along my tongue. I took short, sharp breaths through my nose as he used my mouth like he said. I watched as a drop of precum slid down his cock. His forcefulness turned me on. Made me want more.
My nipples tightened as I saw the desire in his expression. My spit clung to his finger as he pulled it from my lips with a wet pop. He rubbed my saliva along the head of his cock, mixing it with his precum.
“Use me. Please.”
I craved being desired like this. Being devoured, but only because it was him. Because they’d set limits. Maverick grabbed my chin. Pain pressed into my jaw as he jerked my gaze to his.
“What color is a pomegranate?”
I knew I could make everything stop with one word.
Red.
But I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to jump deeper into this. Into him. My lips curved into a smile. “Green.”
The dimple on his cheek poked out as he grinned down at me. “What a fucking slut.”
His insult sounded like praise. It vibrated through my veins. Made me desperate for him. For more.
I didn’t have to wait long. Maverick dropped his hold on my chin, but only to grasp my hair. He wrapped it like a ponytail around his fist. My scalp burned as he pulled tight. But that bit of pain only sent my desire soaring.
My mouth fell open in shock as he jerked my head forward. He used it to his advantage, shoving his cock between my lips. He didn’t ease in. Didn’t start slow. He slammed the tip to the back of my throat, stealing my breath.
“Three taps on my legs and it all stops, belladonna.”
My fingers curled into his thighs, telling him I wouldn’t tap out. The blood roared in my ears. The desire pounded through my veins as hard as his cock in my face.
A part of me wanted to hate this. Wanted to believe I was still the girl from before. The one who liked polite and neat sex. The one who wasn’t broken.
But the truth was, I wasn’t that person anymore. I never would be again.
The proof was in the wetness slicking down my thighs as he ruthlessly slammed into my face. He was relentless, as he did it over and over. His thick cock rubbed along my tongue. Cut off my air. His taste coated my lips.
It was what the new me needed.
I couldn’t think past breathing. Couldn’t feel past pleasure. Couldn’t move past him. There were no memories. No fear. Only Maverick.
“Fuck.” He flexed his hips, shoving further down my throat. “This mouth.”
I gagged as he thrust. My nails pierced his skin, but he didn’t seem to notice. His steely gaze was focused on my face. On where my lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. The desire in his expression consumed me. Set my body ablaze.
A whimper caught in my throat as he gripped my hair. A groan was pulled from his chest as the sound cascaded along his cock. His noises of pleasure made me needy for more.
For a moment, all I cared about was Maverick. Making him feel good. Making him want me. But then the click of the door opening behind me penetrated my lust filled mind.
I jolted. Mav chuckled as I choked on his cock. My entire body went still as I strained to listen. I tried to turn my head towards the door, but he wouldn’t let go. His fingers dug further into my scalp, holding me in place as he thrust his cock into my mouth.
My skin hummed and I couldn’t tell if it was anticipation or fear. But I knew it wasn’t stopping the throbbing in my pussy. Or the fire in my veins.
“We agreed to take it slow.” A harsh exhale burst through my nose as Reid spoke. Relief sparked along my body, mixing with the pleasure until I was once again consumed by it. I saw him move into the room on my left, wearing his usual suit.
“She begged for it like a good little cocksucker.” My eyes shot back to Mav. He smirked down at me. His expression telling me he meant the words with affection. His free hand skimmed across my cheek as he continued to drag his cock along my tongue.
“Our pretty girl is needy.” From the corner of my eye, I watched Reid sit in one of the leather chairs. I felt his gaze on me as he undid his tie, leaving it laying over his chest as he settled in to watch.
He spread his legs, and I longed to turn towards him. To see if he was hard beneath his black dress pants. To see the effect I had on him.
Because having him here was affecting me. More wetness flooded my pussy. It ached to be touched. The desire was unbearable.
“You enjoy having us watch, don’t you?” He didn’t smile, but I heard a softening in his tone. There was something exhilarating about it. I felt the electricity of his gaze, almost as if it was his palm on my face. I bobbed my head as much as I could.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Connor’s voice filled my ears. It was then I noticed the warmth of his body behind me. His solid muscles pressed into my back.
My heart beat harder as his hand ghosted up my dress; one they’d bought for me. Goosebumps broke out along my skin as the silky fabric brushed my body. My eyes fell closed in pleasure as he grasped my breasts. They filled his palm. My taut nipples pushed into them, begging for his attention.
“You’re a dirty girl, little bloom.” He whispered, pulling a moan from my lips. “Getting turned on by sucking his cock. By having us watch.”
I gasped as he rolled the hard peaks between his fingers. It turned into a gag as Maverick pumped his hips. I caught the twitch of his lips like he didn’t want me to forget who was fucking my face.
“How does her mouth feel?” I flicked my eyes to Reid. His hand was high on his thigh, as if he was resisting the urge to touch himself. Heat burst through my body.
I was once again struggling with the overwhelming sensations of having them all touch me. Want me. Fighting for my attention.
It was exhilarating and consuming. But a broken piece of my soul that was buried deep inside whispered I didn’t deserve it.
“Fucking amazing.” Mav moved faster. His cock pulsed between my lips. “Perfect.”
Reid stood, closing the distance between us. Before I even knew what he was doing, he gripped my neck. I moaned as he squeezed gently. Mav hissed like he felt the added pressure.
“Shit.” Reid cursed roughly. “She’s taking you so deep. I can feel you in her throat.”
His fingers were warm and firm as he continued to hold me in place. Mav kept thrusting. Connor rolled my nipples again, kissing my temple. “Such a good girl.”
“You’re taking his cock so well.” Reid’s hand stroked down my throat, making my pulse race under his fingertips. “Like a perfect little slut.”
Then he was gone. I couldn’t help but watch as he stepped back. Long for him to keep touching me. When all three of them were on me, I couldn’t focus on anything else. There was too much. Too many touches. Too many words. They overwhelmed me. Consumed me.
“Eyes on him.” Reid ordered, and I obeyed. My attention snapped to Maverick. The corded muscles in his neck pulsed as he slammed into my face. Sweat slid down his temple. His gaze burned my skin. “Look how good you’re making him feel.”
“You’re fucking beautiful with your mouth full of my cock.” He dropped my hair to grasp both my cheeks. His hands were soft even as he thrust harder, making me choke. “I’m going to come down your throat. And you’re going to swallow it all like the eager little cum slut you are.”
He tipped his head back in ecstasy. I watched the vein in his neck strain as he groaned. His cock twitched and my body reacted. My breathing grew shallow. My pussy clenched.
“Is that what you want, little bloom?” Connor asked as he continued to play with my breasts through my dress. “You want to taste him?”
I mumbled an ascent around Maverick’s cock. The desire in me only rose as I watched him reach his peak. Felt him ready to explode.
“Don’t stop until you make him come like a good slut,” Reid demanded. I stilled didn’t understand how his orders turned me on even more.
“Oh, fuck.” Connor groaned. His hands dropped to my hips as he ground his into mine. I felt his hard dick pressing into my ass, pulling another whimper from me. “Just watching this is going to make me come.”
“Don’t. Let her swallow you when she’s done with Maverick.” Apparently, his demands weren’t only for me.
Connor didn’t release me, but his movements slowed as Maverick’s ramped up. His chest heaved as he pumped into my face. His grip tightened as I choked on him over and over. He tensed, his breathing stopped as I tasted the first burst of warm cum as it splashed across my tongue.
I struggled to accept it as he kept going. Pushing in and out of my mouth as more cum filled my throat. I felt it dripping down my chin, but I didn’t tap out. I let him choke me. Let him control me.
I wanted to be perfect, like they said. I wanted to be good. To take it all.
“Fuck yes.” Finally, he slowed. His softening cock slipped from my lips. In the next instant, he was dropping to his knees before me. His thumbs stroked my cheeks as he grinned.
“You took that so well.” He cleaned me up as best he could, swiping the leftover cum from my chin. But it didn’t stop him from leaning forward and pressing our lips together. I sighed into the kiss, melting against him.
It was sweet, so unlike the intensity he’d just shown. When he pulled back, he stared at me as if I were precious. Not like I was dirty and broken.
Before I could analyze what any of this meant, I was being turned. Suddenly, I was facing Connor as he stood. I could still taste Maverick on my tongue when Connor pressed his middle and ring fingers between my lips, opening my mouth.
“You ready for more?”