Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
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C ora
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I look at them again , a huge mistake. From his usual chair, I’m shocked to find Kian isn’t ignoring me. His eyes penetrate every part of me as I continue to play. My pulse flutters so hard I’m scared it’ll burst from under my skin. Does he know? No, he can’t. Impossible.
I drag my gaze away from him, but Flinn catches my eye. Leaning against a thick wooden support post, arms folded over his chest, he strokes his tantalizing jaw with one hand. His dark brown eyes, burning amber like a fire, sear me.
Sinclair demands my focus next. Sprawled in a chair with his legs spread wide, he rubs his thumb across his bottom lip while his blue eyes darken like an ocean under a storm as he consumes me.
I’m unaware that the notes I’m playing have changed until the sound reaches my ears. I’ve swapped Rondo Alla for Pavane pour une infante défunte ; the sensual, haunting chords set my skin ablaze.
Weak, stupid, and completely exposed, I glance at them again. There’s no mistaking the substantial bulge in Flinn’s pants. Dear god. I turn to Kian. Nothing can hide the mammoth size of his cock straining against his pants.
I should look away, but then I glance at Sinclair. With his intense, piercing gaze fixed on me, he drops his hand to his shaft, the outline so long and erect that it steals the breath from my lungs.
I whip my eyes away immediately. But it doesn’t matter. My thoughts are on fire. My breath falters, my nipples harden, and between my legs, wetness gathers and seeps from me. I can’t stop any of it.
I’m a shaking, wet mess by the time I play the last note, knowing that when I stand, I’ll leave behind my wetness on the bench. I won’t be able to wipe it away discreetly.
Flinn and Sinclair grant me no grace at all. They come toward me. My body is about to explode; my pussy pulses, and a fresh layer of my essence pools beneath me.
I spring up from the bench, intent on fleeing the room in sheer humiliation.
I don’t get very far. Flinn grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him.
I watch in horror as Sinclair swipes his finger across the leather of the bench and licks my dew off it.
I try to jerk free of Flinn, hot with shame, but he slams my body against his, holding me closer. His cock hardens even more against me, unlocking a new, deviant fear. I want to feel more...
I’m completely naked, and they’re dressed in designer suits; granted, they’ve removed their jackets and rolled up their sleeves, but they’re the ones exuding power, authority, and dominance.
Sinclair comes up behind me. I’m trapped in a vortex of muscles and thermal energy.
Flinn cups my cheek. Their nearness destroys me.
“Are you ready to tell us what we need to hear?” he asks softly, his voice hoarse.
Why did it have to be them, whose mere sight ruins every sane thought I have? Why did I conjure them up in my dreams like a silly girl idolizing some celebrity? This would be so much easier for me, but it’s not, and now I’m held prisoner by them.
There is truly no way out of this for me. Kian, Flinn, and Sinclair will have to leave their mark inside my body. They’ll have to part my legs, drive their cocks into me, and fuck me until they come—and only then will this debt be paid.
I can’t escape uttering the statement of atonement anymore.
“Yes,” I whisper, defeated.
“On your knees, Cora,” Sinclair says. “And tell us your pledge.”
I lower myself, grateful for the thick, fluffy carpet beneath my knees as I kneel before them.
“On behalf of the Anderson family, I extend a formal apology. My... my father will never forgive himself for his ill words, but I’m here as a token of his atonement. Your wishes are my command.”
I recite the words that have been drilled into my head since the moment I was chosen as the sacrificial lamb.
The words the kings of the consortium need to hear so they can collect on their debt. The words that kept me up at night, but learning who I would be saying them to keeps me chained in a burning hell.
How can I let them touch me and then never be touched by them again?
Before I lose my nerve, I continue.
“I offer you my body freely, with no restrictions or conditions, so that the black mark against the Anderson family may be alleviated. I am your humble servant, in body and mind.”
I must be experiencing some reverse meltdown. Instead of my words freezing me up, my nipples harden even more, and the throb between my legs escalates.
“Good girl,” Flinn says. “Now take our cocks into your mouth so we’ll know your pledge is true.”
Heat strikes me like an electrical bolt. My eyes widen as they unbuckle their belts, unzip their pants, and reveal their cocks from their stark white boxer briefs.
I’m stunned by the sight of their naked cocks, the fresh scent of soap wafting off them. I watch in mesmerized fascination as they take hold of their shafts and pump, the veins in their tattooed forearms thick and heavy, breathtakingly male.
I’m astonished by their size—until I realize they will have to go inside me. I look up at them, fear in my eyes.
“We’ll make it fit, sweetheart,” Sinclair says as he guides his cock to my lips.
The merest touch is all I need to unleash my curiosity. I take turns with them, opening my mouth, sucking and licking, savoring them, and swallowing their taste.
As transfixed as I am by their cocks and the sensation of sliding them over my tongue and sucking the glistening pre-cum from their heads, there’s still a part of me that’s empty.
As if I have three chambers and only two are filled.
Tears prick my eyes, but suddenly the atmosphere around me changes.
When Kian rises from his chair, I know he’s ready to leave the room, but... some unnamed force inside me steers me forward.
He has to pass me to leave the dining room, and when he does, I grab his wrist before he can escape.
I’m so far gone that nothing matters anymore.