Chapter 16
SAGE
I listen to them do God knows what for at least ten minutes, not even a whisper shared between them, then finally, the sack is removed from my head.
Blinking a few times to get used to the low light, I look around the space to figure out where we are.
Creamy, greying walls surround me, as if they’re made from stone or pure concrete. There’re no windows, but the room is illuminated in dark orange hues from candles that line a ledge just below the ceiling.
No decorations cover the walls, but there’s furniture discarded and scattered around the room randomly. A couch, a few armchairs, and a large wooden dresser that’s seen better days.
The furniture looks brand-new—except for the old dresser—like someone went to a store, picked up one of those minimally staged rooms, and dropped it down in here. My brow furrows in confusion. Where the fuck are we?
As usual, curiosity burns through me, so I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand.
For a second, I test if anyone’s going to stop me, maybe push me back down on the bed, but no one does.
All three Hallows Boys stand by the large door, masks in place, watching for what I’m going to do next.
My legs shake, but the eagerness of exploring takes over. I walk to the opposite side of the room, ghosting my fingers across the chairs and couch before I stand in front of the dresser.
The wood is dark and thick, like it weighs a ton, and is cracking in some places. There’s nothing sitting on top, no trinkets that may give away where I am, so I pull the top drawer open to peek inside.
My breath catches, finding that the drawer is filled from end to end with knives. Some are small, compact and closed like switchblades. But others are big, sharp, and shining with danger. There’s a meat cleaver right at the end, making me slam the drawer shut.
“What the fuck?”
If I wasn’t scared I was going to be murdered before, I sure as hell am now.
I close my eyes as my hand lingers on the handle for the second drawer, unsure if I want to see what’s waiting for me on the other side.
“That’s enough, Sage.”
Kaiden, always the commander, it seems.
He walks through the room effortlessly, like a lion hunting his prey, Vinny following at his back as Beckham trails behind them. I’m officially trapped in this small space with three devious men, which sends a shiver down my spine.
They’ve all removed their masks while I looked around, and Kaiden has removed his hoodie, so their matching outfits of tight black T-shirts and black pants make them look dangerous and delectable.
Kaiden tilts his head to the side, an evil grin taking over his face. “Are you ready to play?”
He continues moving toward me, making me shrink myself down and press harder against the dresser. I keep my gaze on his, though, trying to dig up my last shred of confidence, even as anxiety spreads through me like poison. I don’t answer him, just watch him with cautious eyes.
My lungs seize functioning as he steps close enough to me that I can feel the breath leaving his dropped open lips. “Get back on the bed.” He speaks against the skin of my lips, his voice a whisper of palpable madness and power that part of me wants to rival.
But I obey, moving quickly to the bed and climbing back onto the plush comforter. Turning around in the middle of the bed, I sit down on my ass and stare at them for my next instruction.
Beckham and Vinny take a seat side by side on the couch, their eyes fixated on me. I spend a heartbeat admiring them, studying the way their chests rise and fall in anticipation. If you looked at these boys on the street, you’d never guess what they do together in the dark.
My stomach burns and my clit throbs, remembering how they all touched me under the stars, the grave at my back.
I press my legs together mindlessly as my body burns with desire, and I hear Beckham chuckle from across the room.
When I meet his gaze, he’s smirking as his eyes trail down my body slowly.
He spends a second longer watching how tight I’m pressing my thighs together, but then looks to his side when a dresser drawer opens loudly.
My gut twists as I turn to where Kaiden is digging around in the second drawer.
He seems as if he’s contemplating for a moment, but when he turns around, he has a thick, black leather belt hanging from one hand and a strip of fabric in the other.
My breath stutters to a standstill, my eyes wide as he moves toward me with unfiltered brutality in his expression.
Our gazes stay locked as he moves slowly on his bare feet, his footsteps soundless against the ground.
“Turn around.”
But I don’t move.
“Sage,” he warns through clenched teeth. I spin around then, turning to face the headboard as anticipation ripples from my toes to the tips of my fingers. The bed dips as he presses a knee to the mattress, then the black fabric goes over my eyes, taking me back into the darkness.
“No…” I protest, shaking my head.
Kaiden’s hand grabs the back of my neck, holding me still for a moment before he releases me with a growl. He continues to tie the blindfold around my head, knotting it twice so that the fabric is secure enough that I won’t be able to shake it off.
It’s thick, making it so I can’t see even a tiny sliver of light peeking through the threading. I take a breath through my nose, reaching up to finger the material, and when Kaiden growls again behind me, I decide to leave it in place.
Kaiden places his big hand on the back of my head and pushes me, making me fall face-first onto the bed.
I gasp, turning my head against the plush surface so I can breathe, and he grabs my legs to pull them out straight behind me.
His hand reaches in the waistband of my pants, and he yanks them down my legs, leaving me in just my panties.
I feel Kaiden’s weight lift from the bed, then both my wrists are grabbed tightly and pulled upwards toward the headboard. I hear the clicks of handcuffs, and before I can even think to fight or protest, I’m secured in place.
“No!” I yell into the blanket, pulling my arms tight so the metal of the handcuffs digs into my skin.
“Here’s the game, Little Rabbit.” Kaiden’s voice is clear and powerful, making me freeze. “Someone will touch you, and you’ll have to guess who it is.”
Hands trail up and around the shape of my ass, making me moan softly.
He continues. “Guess wrong and…”
The belt slaps down on my ass, and I scream in surprise as pain radiates across my cheek.
“You get my belt.” Kaiden finishes, pleasure lacing his wicked tone that tightens my core.
My ass stings where the belt slapped down on my flesh, but my clit throbs, and I press my pelvis against the mattress mindlessly, hungry for friction.
Vinny chuckles. “I knew she’d like that.”
Hands slide underneath my lace panties, making my skin tingle from the touch. I moan as whoever it is slides my underwear down my legs and off my ankles, leaving me bare from the waist down.
“Jesus Christ,” Beckham groans under his breath.
My stomach and chest fill with a need so strong that I feel like there’re butterflies on fire floating around inside my torso.
Hands return to my skin, spreading my ass cheeks so wide that I feel the cold air blow against my wet pussy.
I arch my back, desperate to offer myself up like a meal for them to enjoy.
A finger presses against the surface of my asshole, not hard enough to penetrate the ring of muscle, but just a featherlight touch that lights me up. I lift onto all fours the best I can with my arms secured to the headboard and spread my legs as wide as they’ll go.
The finger stroking my asshole slides downward, slipping through the wetness of my pussy before it pushes inside of me. I moan at the contact, even as the single finger doesn’t go past the first knuckle.
“You always get this wet?” Kaiden asks, his voice tight, like he’s holding himself leashed as he plays with my pussy.
I bite down onto my bottom lip, holding in the moans that feel like they’re bubbling in my throat.
He moves his finger around in a circular motion inside of me, pushing a half inch deeper, but it’s still not enough.
I keep my lip secured between the confines of my teeth, not trusting my impulsive mouth when I’m finally getting some relief.
“Are you ready, Little Rabbit?”
Desperate, I nod against the bed.
The slickness between my legs sounds carnal and erotic when he pumps his finger in and out of me a few times, curling upwards, then pulls out completely.
I bite down on my lip harder, aching to scream at him for stopping, but I hold back, knowing if I act like a brat, they likely won’t give me the release I so badly need.
I’m taking a long breath through my nose to calm my racing heart when I feel someone nudging at my entrance. I spread my legs wider, eager to be fucked without abandon. A thick cock presses inside me easily, and my teeth finally release my lip so I can sigh in pleasure.
Whoever it is pumps their hips a few times, creating a burning in my core so hot that it spreads through my entire body, making me shake on my knees. Then, all of a sudden, they still.
“No! Keep going, keep going! Please, don’t fucking stop,” I plead, my throat sore and dry.
“Play the game, Sage. Who is it?” Kaiden asks, sending my head spinning.
I press my hips back, trying to fuck the cock that’s still inside of me, black spots flickering over my vision from the sensation. The handcuffs at my wrists keep me from moving enough to get the height of pleasure I need, making me groan in frustration.
“Sage,” Kaiden growls, warning me. “Who. Is. It?”
“I don’t know!” I yell, attitude lacing my tone.
Whoever’s inside of me slips free, and a moment later, the belt slaps down on my ass, pulling a scream from my chest. I slump back down onto my stomach in defeat, my legs straightening.