27. Trinity
Chapter 27
Trinity
This can’t be happening.
It’s not real.
This is all just another prank. They’re going to shove me under the showerhead, maybe wet my hair. A little roughhousing. That’s it.
They wouldn’t dare .
Would they?
A shiver chases through me, spilling goosebumps over my skin and hardening my nipples under my thin vest. Reuben tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, knocking the air from my lungs and leaving me momentarily stunned.
By the time I recover, I’m already in the shower cubicle. The shower’s already on, steam churning into the air.
Too hot. It’s too fucking hot!
Someone’s chuckling under their breath. It’s fucking terrifying.
I wriggle and scream into my gag as loud as I can when Reuben grabs my hips and sets me back on my feet. When I try to run, Zachary catches me with an arm and shoves me back. Cass grabs my cuffs and reels me in like a fish.
Water hits my hands, then my arms. It’s not as hot as I’d thought, but it’s warmer than I like. I struggle furiously, but that makes the plastic ties cut into my wrists.
That shit hurts, so I stop.
I could vault the wall again, but what would that help? I saw Zachary lock the door. The key is in the pocket of his slacks and?—
I peek around at the sound of a belt buckle. Zachary unhooks his belt. His penetrating green eyes catching mine when he looks up.
This is real. This is happening. They don’t give a fuck about the consequences.
My knees sag.
I’d have landed on my ass if Cassius hadn’t caught my elbow and steadied me. “Aw…You done fighting?” he asks. “I was enjoying that.”
“She knows it will be over sooner if she doesn’t resist,” Zachary says as he steps out of his shoes. He slips his shirt over the top of his head without bothering to undo the buttons.
There’s a tattoo on his chest.
A coiling serpent. Fangs bared, ready to strike.
Oh my fucking God.
He steps out of his pants, baring white cotton boxers as plain as my own underwear.
Reuben steps away, turns his back, and slips off his own shirt.
This isn’t happening.
I shriek into my gag and try to jerk free from Cassius. Pain slices through my wrists, and a tiny rivulet of blood races down my arm. Water hits it, turning it pink and then invisible in a flash.
Apollo hangs back. He’s still chuckling, but he seems content to stand back while they…
Wash me?
Shame bursts through me. My chest tightens painfully.
“You’re hurting her,” Reuben says.
My eyes fly back to him. I’d been watching Apollo, trying to plead with him. He doesn’t seem willing to participate, so it’s worth a shot, right?
But staring at him means I can’t keep an eye on the other three.
An arm slips around my chest. Cassius drags me against him and a hard length presses into the small of my back.
I don’t want to look, but I have to. Else how will I spot my chance at escape?
Zachary’s still smiling. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him look anything other than dead serious. “Take off the gag. We don’t want to waterboard her.”
Expert fingers manipulate the buckle at the back of my neck. The belt slips loose before he plucks it away. I spit out my underwear and haul in a sweet breath.
Relief only lasts a second.
Cassius pushes me forward. Water cascades over my head.
Blinded by the water, with Cassius’s arm still securely around my waist, I don’t stand a chance.
I can dimly make out Zachary with his dark smudge of a tattoo. He grabs a bar of soap and lathers it in his hands as he moves closer.
Cassius shoves me forward. My bound hands stick out on instinct, slamming into Zachary’s chest. I puncture him with my nails, but he doesn’t even flinch.
While I’m still spitting water out of my mouth, he shoves his hands under my vest and starts washing me.
I gasp, twisting to get away from his hands. But they’re everywhere—my stomach, my breasts, my armpits, my back.
That’s when Reuben steps up to us. He’s easily an inch taller than Zachary, but he doesn’t push him aside. Instead, he grabs the back of my neck and my arm, holding me still for Zachary.
“Please,” I whisper, forcing myself to look at Zachary.
When we lock eyes, an electrical current surges through me. There’s no sympathy in his eyes. Not even a trace of pity. He’s enjoying this.
Is it my fear or my humiliation that gets him hard?
“You had your chance,” he says. “You could have been out of here this morning already.”
I open my mouth to tell him I’ll leave, but then Cassius turns off the shower. There’s a moment’s crystallized silence, broken only by the plink of a water drop hitting the wet tiles.
Zachary tilts his head a little, daring me to speak. When I say nothing, he slides a hand over my breast and squeezes.
Hard.
I suppress a gasp, and will my eyes to stay on his.
Begging did nothing. Neither did threatening to rat on them. But maybe showing them I still have a backbone will make them think twice about taking this too far.
Zachary’s eyes narrow.
He doesn’t like that I’m defying him.
Another hand grazes up the back of my vest, tracing my spine. I break out in goosebumps, my nipples going hard again.
Terror dulls into something else.
He was right—the less I struggle, the faster this will go.
My breath hitches when the hand sliding down my back slips behind my underwear. Soaked from the shower, everything clings to me. I grimace when Cassius tugs down my wet underwear to my knees.
Hot breath tickles my ear. “Who’d have thought you’d be such a dirty girl?” Cassius asks. “You should be thanking us, you know? Working so hard to get you clean.”
Reuben releases me. Maybe it’s because I’m standing still now. Maybe it’s because he knows—like I do—that there’s no chance of me escaping again. “We can protect you,” he says, making absolutely zero fucking sense.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cassius snaps. He moves back a little, and his voice changes direction. “Why don’t you go stand there by Apollo?”
I shiver at the sudden loss of heat. Without the shower on, the air is cooling rapidly. Reuben steps back, but he doesn’t leave.
Zachary starts washing me again. The sensation of his soapy hands gliding over my skin makes my insides squirm.
It should be in fear, in revulsion, in anger.
But something else is blooming inside me. Something hot and tingly. It builds deep between my legs like a well that’s slowly filling up with rainwater.
Zachary must sense something, because his smile fades. “She’s clean enough.” His eyes flicker away from mine. “Let’s rinse her.”
Cassius does as Zachary commands.
I flinch when hot water hits my back and then gasp when Cassius’s hand slides down my tender ass and slips between my legs.
I lift onto my toes.
Now the only sound is the thumping water.
He cups my pussy.
Like an animal catching scent of its prey, Zachary’s nostrils flare. His gaze skims down my body, settling on the hand between my legs.
His voice is low and so, so deep. “Cass…don’t.”
Cassius turns off the water, but he keeps his hand where it is. “I want to know if you’re wet for us,” he murmurs into my ear.
My eyes flutter as I try to stand even taller. My legs start shaking. I worm my fingers up Zachary’s chest. Grabbing onto his shoulder, I tighten my grip until he looks at me.
I blink furiously, lick my lips, and mouth, “Please,” at him.
That was the wrong thing to say.
“Well?” he murmurs, his breath stirring against my wet skin. His voracious eyes flicker up to Cassius. “Is she?”
Cassius groans like he’s in pain. There’s the unmistakable sound of wet fabric sliding against skin. His warm, hard cock presses against my thigh.
I whimper and dig my nails into Zachary’s shoulder muscles. “Don’t.” The word comes out like a bullet. “Don’t do this.”
The hand between my leg clenches. I gasp and stagger forward until I’m flush with Zachary’s hot, dry skin. The move should have dislodged Cassius’s hand, but he moves with me.
Now I’m sandwiched between him and Zachary.
I’ve been appealing to the wrong person. He’s obviously in charge, but it’s as if he’s been derailed.
Or maybe he’s okay with this.
The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
So why are there electric tingles skating over my skin?
Is it because I’ve never had a hard body pressed against mine, never mind two? Because I’ve never looked up into eyes as intensely hungry as Zachary’s? Or had a man touch me the way Cassius is touching me now?
In a normal situation, I’d have dated any of these guys in a heartbeat.
But normal isn’t what got me to Saint Amos.
In this room, normal isn’t a part of anyone’s vocabulary.
We’re all fucked in the head. I should be repelled by these men, but their presence is like a magnet to my leaden heart.
The wickedness of this sick, twisted moment feels so fucking right.
My eyelids grow heavy. I lean in, fully expecting Zachary to close the distance and kiss me.
A hand slithers over my ass and wedges between Cassius and me.
And then squeezes.
I yelp with pain. My eyes fly open.
Grim desire gleams in Zachary’s eyes, now so dark green they could be black. His lips part as if he wants to say something.
Someone rattles the bathroom door.
I jump. Everyone spins to face the door.
Another rattle, this one harder than the last.
Then quiet.
Behind me, another drop of water plinks onto the tiles.
“Time to go,” Zachary says.
“Yeah, no shit.” Cassius withdraws, leaving me stranded on the tiles.
I start shivering. Reuben happens to glance at me as he slips his shirt over his head. He moves up beside me and drapes the towel I brought with me over my shoulders.
“How we gonna leave without someone seeing?” Apollo asks, hugging himself as he looks from me to Zachary.
“One at a time.” Zachary looks back at me, and then his eyes move to Reuben.
“Bring her.”