22. Vani
22
VANI
I ’m going to cry, properly cry. I feel so used, but have I been? If we are talking about who got the most out of that, it was definitely me. Three orgasms to their one each? I wasn’t the used one. In fact, they gave me more pleasure than I’ve ever had in my life, but they made me feel dirty.
Or rather, he did. Saint. The most ironically named person ever. He’s the fucking devil. I can’t believe I actually liked him. I want to scratch his eyes out and punch that sneer from his face. Instead, I let Lex lead me out of the room, my head down.
“I’ll get you cleaned up, Venom,” Lex says softly.
It seems that is my name now. Venom, not very fitting. I think punching bag would be a better nickname after what I’ve just been through.
Lex’s hand is warm in mine, and he squeezes once. He takes me into a bathroom. The paint is peeling, but it has a kind of old-world charm because the suite is in good condition and is pretty. The tub is a freestanding clawfoot one, and it’s huge, and there’s a more modern shower in the corner.
“We put the shower in, so it works properly,” Lex says.
He takes a lighter out of his pocket and starts to light the candles placed around the room. Soon, it’s glowing with a lovely warm ambience, and a pleasant scent fills the air. Scented candles? They’ve definitely brought women here before.
The jealousy that bites at me surprises me with its ferocity. Did they give them pet names too? Although Venom is a hell of a pet name.
Lex turns on the shower, and after a few moments, puts his hand under the water. Seemingly happy that it’s the right temperature, he shucks his clothes off. I startle, and he smiles softly.
“Just going to help clean you up, baby,” he says. “That’s all. I don’t want to get my clothes wet, though.”
I should tell him I can clean myself up, but I’m so exhausted and so confused that I let him get naked and lead me under the water.
I’m facing him with my back to the spray. It runs over me, washing me clean of all the sinning I’ve just done.
My gaze wanders over Lex. He’s strong and fit, with lean muscles and perfect skin. He and Saint look like they’ve fallen off the cover of a magazine. Zane looks like the juiced baddy in a comic book. What a trio they make.
He takes the cap off a bottle and pours some of the liquid into his palm, and then he begins to smooth his hands over me. He gently cleanses me. Even when he runs his hands over my breasts, he doesn’t make it sexual. He’s being respectful, and gentle, but I’m so primed from all the orgasms that I still respond. My nipples harden painfully under his touch, and he smiles. It’s not the disdainful smirk of Saint, but a genuine smile.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
I blink in surprise and nod. Even through all three orgasms, none of them kissed me—on the mouth, anyway. He places a hand on each cheek and gently pulls my face to his. His lips are soft and warm, and he tastes of vodka and lemons. The kiss is delicious, and I close my eyes as I let it wash over me the way the water is.
This is intimate. Much more intimate than his cock in my mouth.
When he breaks off the kiss, never having tried to use his tongue, he takes a soft washcloth and gently wipes my face. I realize he’s wiping his twin’s cum from me, and I feel that shame again.
The tears start, and I blink them away, not wanting them to fall. I can save that for when I get back to my room.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he says softly. “You know he likes it, right? That you were perfect for him?”
I shake my head, angry now. “He likes humiliating me and degrading me.”
“Did he succeed?”
“He called me a whore.”
“Yet he made you come. We all did. Three times. We worshipped you.” He shrugs. “It’s his thing. It’s a game. He gets off on it. You made a deal, and you upheld your end. I think we’d all like to do this again, but if you’re not down for it just because Saint uses some words that you think are bad, then you don’t have to come here again.”
“I fucking won’t come here again,” I say. “It’s not okay what he did.”
“Did he hurt you?” Lex asks mildly. “You didn’t tell us to stop.”
“As if you would have,” I say. “I won’t come here again because this already got out of control, and if it happens again, it might get even worse, and I can’t be sure it will stop.”
“I can stop it,” he says. He tips my chin up. “Vani, our pretty little poison, I promise you, I can stop it. If I tell them to, they will.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Think of a word. One that means something. One you won’t forget.”
I wrinkle my brow. “Why?”
“If we have a word, you and me, and you say it, I’ll make it stop. But Venom … only use it if you really mean it.”
His face is deadly serious. He might be saying this just to get me to come back here again, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to. Despite the tumultuous emotions, I’ve felt more alive in that room than I have in forever.
Their gazes on me were like the sun warming my skin. I should want to run and never come back, but I know this strange, dreamlike moment will be something I’ll crave again. Being seen, really seen, made me feel powerful.
It made me feel as if I actually exist.
No longer an invisible girl in a man’s harsh world, but a girl three men focused on with laser intent.
I draw a breath. “Okay. My word is Harley.”
“Done,” he says. “Now, turn around and let me clean your back.”
I do as he orders and turn to face the shower wall. Gentle hands sweep soap down my back. He cleanses my ass and squeezes and kneads my cheeks, getting me hot and bothered again. Then he moves up and smooths his hands over my shoulders.
He runs them down my chest and over my breasts.
“I’ve never seen a woman with such amazing tits,” he says. His hands palm them, and I moan. “So sensitive,” he murmurs. “It’s so hot.”
My head drops back against his shoulders.
His hands are soapy, and they squeeze and slide and take me to heaven. He pulls on my nipples until they’re elongated, slippery, and so sensitive I could cry again, but from pleasure this time.
“Such a good girl, letting me get her all clean like this. Let me wash these pretty tits, and then I’ll clean your pussy.”
He’s hard now, pressing urgently against my back. I can’t believe this has taken this turn. I can’t come again. No way can my body achieve another orgasm.
His hand slides over my stomach, caressing, and for once I don’t feel as if I have to suck it in because Lex touches every part of me as if it’s beautiful.
When he reaches my pussy, he makes sure his hand is free of soap, and then his finger parts my lips. He glides fingers on either side of my clit, gently trapping it as he begins to work it. He’s slow and tender but then he slides lower, and two fingers press inside me. He crooks them and hits something deep inside me that has me standing on my toes.
God, what is that? Holy hell.
“Oh, you’re such a good girl. So perfect. So fucking responsive. I can’t wait until I can fuck you. God, Venom, this pussy. It’s amazing. You’re so wet. Let me pet it, huh? Let me make it feel so good.”
“I can’t come again,” I sob, even as I feel it build.
He’s edged us back out of the water now, so none of my arousal is washed away.
“You can. Just for me. My perfect girl, coming undone, and I want to imagine you later, your pussy will still be all swollen and red, and that’s because it’s come so beautifully for us so many times.”
He presses against that part of me again, and I feel it building, but it’s different than the other times, and then it happens. I crest, and my legs almost give way, but he has one arm around my stomach, holding me up.
I come so hard it hurts. I cramp around his fingers, and a gush of wetness washes over his hand.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” He groans against my neck, hot breath scorching me, and then he pulses against my lower back. “Come for me all over my fucking hand, so hot.”
Hot spurts pump against my back, and I realize he’s coming against me, pressed up to my spine, and it extends my own orgasm. His fingers make squelching sounds inside me, and my hands slam against the wall to hold myself up.
When it finally ends, he slides his fingers from me, grabs my tits, and holds me against him, my back to his front as he kisses my neck. He’s murmuring praise to me and making me feel so damn special and pretty I could melt.
We rinse off, once again, and then we exit the shower. He dries me with a big, fluffy towel, and then he towels off the worst of the wet on my hair. I get dressed quickly, suddenly wanting to be away from them all, even Lex. I need time to think about this. It was the most intense and insane moment of my life, and I need to consider what the hell happened.
When we go back into the main room, Lex looks at the other two and sternly says, “I’ll be walking Venom home now. If she decides to grace us with her presence again, there will be a rule. One word and it stops.”
Saint yawns and rolls his eyes but then nods. Zane says nothing, and the dark hunger in his gaze does nothing to assure me he’d do as Lex says. Or as I say. Zane is a rule unto himself, a total force of nature. It’s nice that Lex has offered to protect me, but I doubt anything or anyone could protect me against Zane or stop him if he decided he wanted me.
Again, that little thrill at the thought runs through me. I shake my head. I need my own bed.
“See you,” I say pathetically.
Zane lifts his hand and waves once, and Saint smirks. Fucking asshole.
Lex holds the door open for me and follows me out into the dark.