Fallen For Three

Chapter 15

FIFTEEN

Raeand I are preparing for tonight’s event and are both excited. We’re both wearing beautiful corset outfits and I admire how it accentuates my curves. I just finished applying my makeup, which includes dark eyeshadow that brings out the color of my green eyes and dark, red lipstick that compliments my skin tone. As I stand in front of the mirror, I start curling my hair, enjoying the process of transforming my look.

Rae takes a moment to savor the taste of the red wine in her glass as she scrolls through her music library, searching for the perfect song to match her mood. After a few moments of browsing, she selects Lady Marmalade and hits play. The catchy beat and sultry vocals fill the room, creating an ambiance of excitement and energy. Rae can’t help but tap her foot and sway to the rhythm as she takes another sip of her wine.

After curling my hair, I find myself humming the song. As the tempo picks up, I can’t resist singing along loudly and Rae joins in. We attempt to hit the high notes of the Christina Aguilera chorus, but our voices are far from melodious. In fact, we sound quite terrible.

Rae and I stand side by side in front of the mirror, admiring our reflections. Her long, jet-black hair is sleek and straight, cascading over her shoulders with a glossy sheen. Her dark, alluring eyes are accentuated with thick, black eyeliner, perfectly complementing her black lipstick. “We look absolutely stunning,” she exclaims with a confident smile.

My eyes catch sight of the delicate, lace eye masks on the table. “Let’s not forget these,” I say, passing one to Rae. I hold the mask up to my face, admiring the intricate details before carefully tying it at the back. The soft lace feels gentle against my skin. I can’t help but smile at how glamorous and mysterious I feel with it on.

Mike and I stand there, relishing the moment. Cain suddenly appears behind us. Without wasting time, he inquires, “What’s so funny?”

I take a puff of my cigarette, trying to play it cool. On the other hand, Mike can’t restrain his laughter and blurts out, “Tessie singing. She sounds like a rat desperately struggling for air.”

I nudge Mike’s arm playfully.

I extend my hand, holding the cigarette out to Cain, who takes it from me and inhales deeply. The three of us are silent, knowing the upcoming plan is crucial. Mike breaks the silence by asking if we all know what to do. Both Cain and I nod our heads in agreement. Cain returns the cigarette to me and explains his role in the plan. “I’ll be stationed outside the club, on duty all night. You, on the other hand, must keep a watchful eye on her at all times. Do not let her out of your sight, and ensure she doesn’t consume anything suspicious.”

The thought of sharing the details of last night with them lingered in my mind. I wanted to tell them how Tessie and I shared a moment of passion and how I finally mustered the courage to confess my love for her. However, the timing didn’t seem appropriate, so I decided to hold back on sharing such intimate details.

Cain looks at us and compliments us, “You two look really sharp in those white shirts and black trousers. The skull masks will complete the look. I have a feeling that girls will be lining up to talk to you tonight.” He smirks mischievously.

Mike returns the compliment and says, “You don’t look too bad yourself in that police uniform, dude.”

I chuckle and say, “Alright, alright, calm down, lovebirds.”

As we stand there, a car suddenly pulls up the driveway and we notice it’s a taxi. We hear the voices of Tessie and Rae, who seem to be leaving the apartment. And as Tessie steps out of the door, we can’t help but be amazed by her stunning appearance. She looks absolutely gorgeous. I whisper to myself, “Wow, she’s really something.”

“Remember the plan,” Cain whispers. I nod, trying to keep my cool.

As we exit the taxi, Rae nearly loses her footing on the pavement, but I manage to catch her before she falls over. I convince myself that I will not let myself get drunk tonight and would only have a couple of shots since I didn’t want to carry around my drink after what happened last time. We make our way to the club entrance and join the queue. Everyone is adorned in masks and gothic attire, creating an eerie ambiance that sets the mood for tonight. While we wait, Rae pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. She takes a long drag, exhaling out a cloud of smoke. As I look around, I suddenly catch sight of Cain standing in his crisp police uniform, chatting with the bouncers.

I gently nudge Rae’s arms to get her attention. “Cain is here,” I whisper.

Rae looks over my shoulder and I follow her gaze to see Cain looking straight at me. I immediately shifted my gaze away from him, feeling a bit flustered.

“Damn, I can see why you fucked him.” Rae chuckles, teasingly. I give her a playful nudge and roll my eyes, trying to brush off the comment.

Glancing sideways, I notice that Cain is walking past the queue. A few girls call out to him, “Sergeant Huxley!” It’s no surprise that he’s well-known among the crowd.

Cain approaches the group of girls behind us, and I hear him utter, “Ladies.”

While they engage in conversation, I catch him casting a prolonged gaze in my direction. It’s clear that he’s attempting to incite some sort of reaction from me, but I remain unfazed. Despite his efforts, I refuse to let any feelings of jealousy take hold.

Rae and I step into the club engulfed in darkness. The strobing lights illuminate the space, pulsing in time with the music. Parasite Eve by Bring Me the Horizon blasts from the speakers. I can’t help but notice the gothic decor meticulously placed throughout the club. Every corner seems to be adorned with some sort of macabre adornment. The patrons are all wearing masks, adding to the mysterious aura of the place. I feel Rae’s hand slip into mine as we navigate our way to the bar, taking in the eerie atmosphere around us.

We stand together at the crowded bar, my eyes scanning the room, and we land on two figures dressed in skull masks at the far end. A strange feeling washes over me as I realize it could be Mike and Nate wearing those masks. The familiarity of those skull masks is hard to ignore and I can’t help but wonder if it’s really them. Taking a closer look, I notice several other people in the club wearing the same masks. Maybe I am just missing them too much and want it to be them. The bartender greets us with a friendly smile and asks for our order. Rae wastes no time and asks, “Shots?” in her distinct voice.

“Yes, please,” I confirm, feeling a little nervous.

Without skipping a beat, Rae looks at the man behind the bar wearing devil horns and asks, “Four shots of whatever, please.”

The bartender nods and grabs a bottle of green liquid. He skillfully pours the liquid into four shot glasses, lining them neatly on the bar counter. My heart starts racing as I watch the bright green liquid swirl inside the glasses, feeling excited and a little scared. Rae pays the bartender, then pushes two shot glasses towards me, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I take a deep breath and pick up the shot glasses, feeling the coolness of the glass against my fingers. I look over at Rae, who has already downed her shot in one swift motion. I take a deep breath, steeling myself, and then knock back the shot, feeling the fiery liquid burn my throat as it goes down.

“Apple flavor!” Rae shouts over the music in my ear.

As soon as we down the second shot, Rae grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. The music is already blasting and people are getting into the groove. Suddenly, Rollin by Limp Bizkit comes on and the energy in the room shoots up even higher. Everyone around us, including Rae and myself, begins moving to the beat. We let go of all inhibitions and just dance.

I survey the dance floor and an eclectic mix of people wearing various masks catches my eye. Rae and I hold each other tightly swaying to the music while the surrounding crowd gets increasingly frenzied. Suddenly, I feel a pair of hands on my waist, but they don’t belong to Rae. I turn my head and see a man wearing a clown mask standing behind me, his eyes fixed on me. I try to step away, but he persists, his grip tightening. Lost in the music, Rae continues to dance, unaware of what’s happening. I push the man’s hands away when, out of nowhere, a tall figure wearing a skull mask charges in and knocks him to the floor. I immediately recognized him as Mike because of his voice, height, and hair. “Hands off her!” he hisses loudly.

Rae finally sees what’s happening and the clown-masked man puts his hands up, leaves the dance floor. I shake my head at Mike and grab Rae’s hand, leading her to a different part of the dance floor.

Rae’s voice booms in my ear, “What was that about? Who is the guy in the skull mask?”

The thumping bass of the club’s music makes it hard to hear, but I manage to respond, “Some guy was trying his luck and Mike, over there in the skull mask, intervened. Also, Nate is here, too.” As the strobe lights hit the dance floor with a blinding intensity, I can see Mike and Nate lurking in the corner, their eyes fixed on me.

Despite the pulsating energy of the club, I can’t help but feel their gaze weighing heavily upon me. I only want to enjoy a night out without constantly thinking about them.

Rae and I continue to dance music, trying to forget about everything else.

“I think it’s cute they keep an eye on you,” Rae comments, shrugging her shoulders. I shake my head, wanting just one night without them following me everywhere. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man in a wolf mask appears behind Rae. His voice is deep and commanding as he says, “Tessie...Rae.”

Rae turns around and wraps her arms around the stranger, shouting, “Archie!” To my surprise, he is not alone. Two of his friends stand behind him, also wearing wolf masks. It is clear that they have come to join our party. I can’t shake off the uneasy feeling I have about Archie. After my previous experience with Dan, I find it hard to trust anyone. My gut instinct is warning me and I can’t ignore it.

Rae and Archie are lost in their world as they dance with each other. I stand nearby, swaying to the music and taking in the atmosphere. Two of Archie’s friends join in, but things feel a bit awkward between us. Suddenly, the song changes to Chop Suey by System of a Down and the crowd goes wild. People start jumping and bumping into each other when I quickly find myself being thrown around. Just as I’m about to lose my balance, one of Archie’s friends grabs my arm and pulls me to the side, out of harm’s way. I let out a grateful thanks as I catch my breath.

I lift my gaze. The strobe lights illuminate the entire room, casting flickering shadows across the dance floor. Amidst the pulsating beats of the music, I catch a glimpse of Mike reaching out to grab Nate’s upper arm, halting him in his tracks as he attempts to approach.

Archie speaks up amidst the loud and frenzied music, “Shall we go into the other room?” Rae agrees, “I think that’s a good idea. This music is making everyone dance crazy!”

We follow Rae and Archie as they lead the way, and soon, we enter another room in the club that plays calmer music. The atmosphere is more relaxed in this part of the club as we all head to the bar. I decide to order another shot, but I ensure it’s my last one for the night.

Rae is engrossed in a conversation with Archie’s friend when suddenly, Archie slides up to me and brushes my hair behind my ear. He leans close and whispers, “You owe me...oh, you owe me big time, Tessie.”

His sudden proximity takes me aback and confusion creeps into my mind. “What?” I exclaim, trying to make sense of his cryptic message.

He let out a sinister laugh that sent shivers down my spine. What did he mean by that?

I stand amidst Rae’s group and feel uneasy about Archie’s presence. His demeanor gives me the creeps and I want to be away from him. I look over his shoulder and see Mike and Nate enter the room. Without hesitation, I decide to leave Rae’s group and rush up to them.

“Tess...Tess...” Rae shouts after me, but I am not listening. I just need to get away from Archie as quickly as possible.

I grab Nate and Mike’s hands and lead them towards the dance floor. The Way I Are by Timbaland started playing as bright red strobing lights illuminates the room.

“Are you ok, baby?” Nate asks, concern etched on his face.

I stand between Nate and Mike and start dancing, ignoring Nate’s question. I am too busy trying to lose myself in the music and the rhythm. Dancing between them, I feel safe and protected, and for a moment, I can forget about Archie and the unease he has caused me.

Nate and Mike sway their bodies against mine, the music pulsing through the crowded dance floor. Suddenly, Mike leans close to my ear and says, “You’re coming home with us tonight.” I lift my gaze to meet his, but quickly shake my head in refusal. “That wasn’t a question,” he insists sternly, his face contorting into a serious expression. The loud music and flashing lights make it hard to think clearly. I stand on the dance floor and I feel the effects of the alcohol settling into my system. I push Mike away from me; my thoughts are jumbled and I can’t think straight. Suddenly, Nate’s voice booms through the loud music, calling out to me, “Baby.”

Feeling overwhelmed, I quickly leave them behind and make my way to Rae, standing at the bar. “Is everything ok?” she asks, noticing my disheveled appearance. “I think that last shot has really hit me hard,” I mumble.

As the group gathers, six men wearing wolf masks join us, causing the atmosphere to become loud and rowdy. I can’t help but notice that Rae and I are the only women present. Again. Archie seems to welcome the newcomers with open arms, but I can’t shake off the feeling that all eyes are on me. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but the intensity of their stares made me feel uneasy.

I stand outside the club, engaging in a conversation with the bouncers. I can’t help but notice the numerous ladies who try to strike up a conversation with me. However, my mind is only preoccupied with thoughts of Tessie. Just then, Nate sent a message to our group chat, informing us that Mike had to intervene and remove a creepy guy harassing Tessie. To make matters worse, more guys have now joined Archie’s group. Fearing for Tessie’s safety, I urge them to do everything possible to get her out of the club immediately.

Archie’s friends approach me. I sense their inquisitive gazes and feel a wave of anxiety wash over me. Suddenly, I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder, and I jump, startled. It was Nate. “Can you come with me for a moment, Tess?” he asks, his voice barely audible over the music. I hesitate, unsure of what to do.

“I’m gonna stay with my friends at the moment,” I reply, trying to sound confident. Nate just walks away, heading over to Mike, who is standing nearby. As I watch him go, I can’t help but feel a twinge of regret. Maybe I should have gone with him after all.

I stand amidst the group as one of Archie’s friends approaches me and puts his hand on my lower back. I feel uneasy and immediately step away from his touch. He asks if I’m ok and offers me a drink. I politely decline, being cautious not to accept anything from a stranger.

I feel a sudden touch on my back again and an immediate wave of annoyance washes over me. I am not in the mood for people invading my personal space. Without looking, I elbow the person away, only to hear a loud, piercing, female scream. Startled, I see I have accidentally elbowed a lady to the floor. Feeling guilty and embarrassed, I shout, “I”m so sorry!” But my apology falls on deaf ears as a man starts to shout at me, “Why did you elbow my girlfriend? She was trying to get past you!”

I realize my mistake and feel terrible about what just happened. I try to make amends by bending down to help the lady up.

However, before I can do anything else, a bouncer grabs my arms and pulls me away. “What the fuck!” I hear Rae shouting, following us. Feeling helpless, I try to explain to the bouncer that I didn”t mean to hurt her, but he isn’t interested in hearing my side of the story.

Rae shouts at the bouncer, “She didn”t mean it!”

The bouncer escorts me outside and I see the girl”s boyfriend approach the door. He”s angry as he yells, “I want her arrested for assault!”

“This girl just elbowed a female inside for no reason,” he explains, pushing me to Cain. He starts reading me my rights to arrest me for the charges.

I look around and see Mike and Nate standing there, watching the scene unfold.

Feeling panicked, I explain to Cain, “I didn”t mean to. I”m so sorry I hurt her.” But it seems like it”s too late. Rae shouts out, “This is bullshit! You know Tessie wouldn”t hurt anyone!” But the bouncer tells Rae to go inside as Archie comes out and grabs her. I try to reassure Rae, saying, “Rae. Just go inside. I”ll be okay. I’ll text you.” But deep down, I”m not so sure. The situation seems to be spiraling out of control and I”m unsure how much worse it will get.

Cain swiftly turns me around, his firm grip on my arms causing me to stumble slightly. He proceeds to place cold, metal handcuffs on my wrists and I can”t help but feel a rush of fear and anger. As he leans close to me, his hot breath tickling my ear, he whispers, “Bet you”ve missed being cuffed, haven”t you, princess?” I grit my teeth and hiss back, “No, and don’t call me princess.” Mike and Nate lift their masks, giving Cain a knowing look, as if they are aware of something. Cain roughly grabs the handcuffs behind my back, shoving me forward toward the waiting police car. We reach the vehicle and he opens the door, gesturing for me to get in. “Are you seriously arresting me?” I can”t help but ask, my voice filled with disbelief. He just gives me an evil smirk, not bothering to answer. I feel a rush of anger and frustration, but I know there”s nothing I can do. I bend down and get into the car. I hate Cain so much right now. He shuts the car door with a resounding thud and I watch him through the window as he speaks to Nate and Mike for a moment. They all glance over at the car, their expressions inscrutable. I can”t help but wonder what they”re talking about and why they”re doing this to me. Cain slides into the driver”s seat and turns the key in the ignition, eliciting a low growl from the car”s engine. I settle into the backseat, casting my gaze out the window, not wanting to look at him as we pull away. He adjusts his rearview mirror, angling it to aim directly at me.

I sitin the back of the police car as I feel the anger and discomfort building up inside me. The cold, metal cuffs on my wrists only make it worse. Despite this, I manage to speak up and state what I already know. “I know what this is about: me leaving you three.” I can see Cain’s eyes on me in the rearview mirror, making me feel exposed. His dark eyes are so intense they almost seem to be piercing through me. I can’t help but feel scared every time I look into them. He quickly turns his attention back to the road, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the sound of the car’s engine.

Without thinking, I kick the back of the chair in front of me, the force of my foot connecting with the seat, making a loud thud. “I hate you!” I exclaim, my voice laced with frustration and bitterness.

Cain brings the car to a sudden halt and turns around to face me. “Shut the fuck up and stop being a brat, Tessie,” he says sternly, his voice tinged with annoyance. “You know what happened last time.” I feel my anger boiling over as I remember the incident he’s referring to–a time when he punished me severely.

“You were so wrong and evil for that,” I reply, my voice shaking with emotion.

Angry tears start to fill my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.

“You only know how to control and dominate. Someone like you could never feel anything,” I mumble under my breath. I turn my head and look out the window. I can’t bear to look at him, to see the smug expression he always wears.

Cain steps out of his car and begins walking towards my door. As he reaches me, he grabs my upper arm and forcefully pulls me out of the car. I feel a sense of irritation bubbling within me. “What? Let me guess, you’re going to punish me again?” I retort with a sharp tone.

Ignoring my question, Cain shoves me up against the door and proceeds to remove the handcuffs. As he turns me back around, I take a quick glance around and realize that we are in a deserted high street surrounded by rows of closed stores along the roadside.

He grabs my shoulder and pushes me back, pinning me against the car. I try to move, but his grip is too firm. He leans close and asks me, “Do you want a criminal record?” My heart starts racing as I realize the seriousness of the situation.

“Of course I don’t,” I reply, trembling.

He smirks and says, “Then let’s play a game.”

“I’m not playing your sinister games!” I exclaim, trying to sound defiant, but feeling helpless.

A sly grin slowly spreads across his face. “Listen,” he says, “if you can outrun me down to the end of the street, I’ll drop the charges.”

I raise an eyebrow, unsure if he is serious. Before he can say anything else, I interrupt him. “I’m in heels,” I say, gesturing to my footwear. He just shrugs.

“I’ll give you a thirty-second head start,” he says, his voice stern and cold. I look down the long high street and take a deep breath. I can do this. I can outrun him. I know I’m in a corset and heels, but he’s in all his heavy police gear. “Fine. But what if you catch me?”

He looks at me with no emotions and begins to count. “One...Two...Three.”

Without wasting a second, I take off running down the high street, my heart racing with adrenaline.

I continue running, my lungs start to ache. The corset I’m wearing seems to constrict my breathing, making it harder to breathe. As I pass the stores, I glimpse my reflection in the glass windows, my sweaty face and messy hair reflecting at me.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter escapes my lips as I realize I’m nearing the end of the street. Then, I hear a sharp, authoritative voice thundering, “Times up!” The sound echoes down the street, setting my nerves on edge.

Before I can react, the street lights up with flashing blue and red lights. I squint and make out Cain, who has jumped into his police car and is speeding away down the street. My heart races with a mix of anger and frustration. I know he’s cheated in our little game. Without thinking, I kick off my heel and catch it in my hand, feeling its weight and heft. I take aim and hurl it at the car’s windshield with all my might. The heel strikes the glass with a loud thud, and I can’t help but shout, “YOU FUCKING CHEAT!”

The screeching of tires fills the air as the car executes a swift handbrake turn. It comes to a stop near me and I quickly kick off my other heel, feeling the cold pavement beneath my bare feet. Panic sets in as I hear footsteps rapidly approaching from behind. Suddenly, I feel a strong grip on my waist, lifting me from the ground.

I struggle and kick out, shouting at him in anger, “You cheat!”

Cain sets me down on the ground, and I can feel the sharp pain on my feet. I think they are bleeding from the running I did barefoot.

He places a hand on my chest and pushes me against the police car before tightening the handcuffs in front of my body. I’m panting heavily, trying to catch my breath.

“You cheated. And handcuffs, again?” I hiss.

He remarks sarcastically, “I guess I forgot to mention the rules of the game.”

He pulls the car door open and a sudden gust of wind hits me, almost knocking me off balance. He grabs my arm firmly and pushes me inside the car. I stumble and fall back onto the cushioned back seat, feeling the softness of the leather against my skin.

Cain slides into the backseat and the door creaks shut, sealing us inside. I am lying there, gasping for air, feeling utterly drained and exhausted from the intensity of what just happened.

“I’m sorry, princess... but you lost the game,” Cain says as he slowly takes off his belt and throws it to the floor, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. I try to catch my breath, my heart pounding as I stare at him defiantly.

“I didn’t lose. You cheated, Cain,” I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Despite my attempt to sound confident, I can feel the fear creeping up inside me, knowing I am completely at his mercy.

The leather of the backseats creaks and groans, filling the car with an eerie symphony of unsettling noises.

Cain’s body leans down, pressing against mine, as he starts kissing my neck. I feel his hot breath on my skin, and I try to push him away, but he’s too strong.

“Go to hell,” I say, my anger rising with each passing second.

“Oh, I will. However, you are coming with me, princess,” he says in a deep and rich voice, followed by a chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.

I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body. He grabs my handcuffed hands and pulls them up, pressing them against the cold metal of the car door. As we breathe heavily, the windows of the car fog up, creating a hazy atmosphere around us.

“I fucking hate you!” I exclaim.

“Yeah, well, I’m not too keen on you right now, either.”

Cain swiftly removes his police vest and tosses it to the front seat of the car. Now, in nothing but his police polo shirt and black trousers, he kneels between my legs and surveys the scene before him with a focused intensity. The fabric of his shirt clings to his skin, damp with sweat from the moment’s tension.

With a hushed voice, I turn to him and ask, “What do you plan to do now, ay?”

As I speak, Cain reaches out to the seat belt behind me, grasping it tightly and pulling on it suddenly. My heart skips a beat as I watch him, letting out a nervous gulp as I brace for whatever might happen next.

With a firm grip, he lifts my head from the backseat and deftly wraps the seat belt around my neck.

“Mine,” he growls with a menacing tone, his voice laced with a hint of cruelty. Despite the fear that grips me, I cannot help but feel turned on. It’s unsettling, yet I cannot deny the rush of adrenaline that courses through my veins.

“I don’t want you,” I taunt.

“I don’t care. You belong to me…”

The seat belt constricts around my neck like a cruel vice, cutting off my air supply as I let out a desperate moan. Cain’s hands move with swift precision, descending to the front of my corset and gripping it tightly in his grasp.

With a forceful tug, he pulls the fabric apart, the metal clips releasing with an abrupt pop that echoes through the confined space. My breasts spill out, exposed to his hungry gaze, my rosy nipples puckering with anticipation in the cool air.

Cain leans in, his breath hot against my skin as he brings his mouth to my nipples, his lips parting to envelop them in a sensual embrace. A shiver runs down your spine as his tongue darts out, swirling around my sensitive flesh.

The conflicting emotions swirl within me. I know I shouldn’t be enjoying this; I shouldn’t be giving in to the illicit pleasure that Cain’s touch evokes within me.

He seems to relish in my torment, the sly smirk on his lips growing wider with each passing moment as if he can sense the turmoil raging within my soul.

With a cruel twist of his hands, Cain tightens the seat belt around my neck once more, the pressure intensifying. A chilling realization of the power he holds over me, leaves me gasping for breath.

“Cain…” I breathe.

Without warning, he lets go of the seat belt, moves his hand to my fishnet tights, and rips them open. He pushes my skirt up to my stomach and pries my legs open with his knees.

I prop one foot on a headrest while the other gently grazes the car floor.

“Spit in my hand,” he demands.

Cain hovers his hand near my mouth and I spit on it.

“That’s a good girl...”

He pushes my thong to the side of my pussy.

“Oh, princess. Your clit is already so swollen for me.”

The touch of his wet hand begins to move in small, circular motions over my whole pussy.

He then pinches and starts rubbing the sides of my clit with two fingers. With his other hand, he starts pulling down his trousers and boxers to his thighs.

He continues to rub my clit as I let out quiet whimpers. I manage to glance down and see his stiff cock twitching. Fuck, I’ve missed his cock. No. I shouldn’t be doing this. Fuck.

I feel the weight of his body on mine as his face meets mine, kissing me.

“Bet you’ve missed being in handcuffs…”

Without warning, he thrusts his hips and his cock pries into my pussy. He grabs the seat belt and grips it tightly, pulling. My breath hitches. He fucks me brutally and my head hits the car door as my body moves with his.

“Squeeze my cock with your pussy.”

Cain’s thrusts grow more intense, and the pressure on the seat belt increases, constricting around my neck like a suffocating embrace. Each movement sends waves of dizziness and lightheadedness washing over me.

My eyelids flutter and the world begins to blur at the edges as I struggle to focus. Cain loosens his grip on the seat belt, the sudden release bringing a rush of relief as the pressure around my neck eases. With a final, desperate thrust, he withdraws from my throbbing pussy, leaving me panting and trembling.

“More…” I moan.

Cain’s fingers delve into my pussy. The sheer size and strength of his fingers make me feel small and delicate in comparison, a mere puppet in the hands of a masterful puppeteer.

“Ride my fingers,” he commands.

I can’t help but respond instinctively, my hips bucking and grinding against his hand.

“Such a good girl…fuck…mmm,” he says through gritted teeth.

His fingers pulsate at a rapid speed.

“I’m….uhh…UHH!” I stutter, trying to say words. My juices squirt all over his hand as I hear the sploshing sounds.

Cain lowers his face between my trembling thighs and a whimper escapes my lips. His tongue darts out, tracing slow, tantalizing circles around my dripping hole, teasing and taunting me with each flick.

I arch my back, offering myself to him completely.

“Princess…you taste good….so fucking good,” he groans.

I feel his damp, stubbly beard grazing against my pussy. I’m out of breath and I’m a wet mess as I lay there.

He raises his head and kisses my lips. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue.

Cain grabs the seat belt and grips it tightly.

“I want to hear you cry my name as I fuck you brutally.”

Cain’s cock plunges back into my pussy and a sharp gasp escapes my lips, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

With each thrust of his hips, Cain pounds into me with intensity. My hands claw at his back, my nails digging into his skin as I cling to him desperately.

“Cain…Cain!”

“Tessie…” he moans into my neck.

My pussy takes every thrust. My boobs bounce up and down frantically.

I hear his knuckles cracking as he tightens his hold on the seat belt.

My breathing hitches in my throat. I can no longer make a sound as he fucks me without mercy.

“I love seeing you unable to breathe. It makes my cock so hard. I want to be the person that takes your last breath.”

He would relish the opportunity to snatch away my last breath, a twisted and malevolent act. His demeanor reeks of pure evil. Yet, it fucking turns me on, and that frightens me.

Cain’s teeth graze across my neck and he bites down, giving me a pleasurable pain.

“I want to see my cum dripping out of your tight hole. Beg me to fill your pussy,” he whispers seductively in my ear.

The seat belt is so tight around my neck that I’m unsure I can speak. Is he going to take my last breath?

“Fill…me…Cain,” I say so quietly I’m surprised he can hear me.

“Fucking beg, princess!”

“Never!” I wail out. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head.

Cain releases the seat belt, and his grip tightens on one of my breasts, squeezing it with a force that sends a sharp pang of pain shooting through me. His fingernails dig into my skin.

Each thrust gets harder and deeper than the last. He fucks like he despises me. I enjoy every minute of it.

Cain then does something he has nothing done before–he spits in my mouth. I swallow without hesitation.

“You’re a fucking brat…”

His balls slap against my pussy and clapping sounds echo through the car.

“Fuck you,” I mouth to him, trying to bite him.

My head continues to hit the car door as my body thrusts up and down.

“Uh…I’m filling you up…” Cain moans, breathless.

Cain’s thrusts gradually slow to a halt as his grunting noises fill the air. With a final, ragged exhale, he unwraps the seat belt from around my neck.

I draw in a deep, shuddering breath, welcoming the taste of the air on my tongue as if it were the sweetest nectar.

Together, me and Cain lie there in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat, the air thick with the heady scent of passion and desire.

As I gaze up at the ceiling of the car, my chest rises and falls in rhythm with Cain”s as a sense of calm washes over me.

The heat of our bodies have condensed onto the windows, creating a veil that blocks our view of the outside world. The warm ambiance of the car is illuminated by the soft glow of a streetlight, casting long shadows on the steamy glass.

“I’m guessing the charges are going to be dropped?” I ask.

“You don’t say,” he replies bluntly, acting like he just didn’t fuck the daylights out of me.

I feel his cum seep out of my pussy as he exits. My thighs are soaking wet and my ass feels stuck to the leather seat underneath.

The driveto Rae’s apartment was tense with neither of us uttering a word. The silence felt suffocating as we both sat there, lost in our thoughts. Finally, we arrive at the apartment block and he pulls up outside. I step out of the car, clutching my heels in my hand. As I am about to close the door, I turn to face him. “You know…” I say, my voice tinged with frustration. “If you could just put your ego and dominance to the side for a moment and tell me how you really feel, maybe I could find it in my heart to forgive you.”

With that, I slam the door shut and make my way up the path to the apartment, my heart heavy with unresolved emotions.

I turn the key and push the door open. The sound of moans gets my attention. Following my ears, I tiptoe down the hallway. As I approach the bedroom, I can hear the muffled giggles and banging of Rae’s bed. It seems as if Rae is fucking someone, I really hope it’s not Archie. I continue to my room, taking care to be as quiet as possible so I do not interrupt her fun.

I finally make it to bed. I undress completely and climb under the covers, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin. As I close my eyes, I can sense the weariness taking over my body. I feel completely drained, both physically and mentally.

“Yes, Archie! Yes!” I hear Rae scream from her bedroom.

Why him, Rae? All the men you could have. He is such a creep!

“Call me Daddy…” I hear Archie say.

Oh god, no!! Not the Daddy.

“Yes! Daddy,” Rae shouts.

I reach out for the pillow beside me and place it over my head, trying to drown out the noises around me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

After a while, everything goes silent and I finally breathe a sigh of relief. I feel thirsty. I put on an extra-large t-shirt and tiptoe past Rae’s room where I can hear her soft snores. As I walk into the kitchen, I feel a wave of peace wash over me. I open the fridge and take out a chilled bottle of water. I turn around to close the fridge door and Archie is standing right behind me out of nowhere. I am taken aback and startled by his sudden presence.

Archie stands before me, his toned chest glistening with sweat. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, which cling to his muscular thighs. He reaches out and takes the bottle of water from me, his fingers brushing against mine.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice low and husky.

“That was mine,” I reply, my tone blunt.

He starts chugging down the water thirstily. After a few gulps, he passes the bottle back to me.

“Keep it,” I say, handing it back to him.

He takes it back from me and his gaze lingers on me momentarily, making me uneasy. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, feeling self-conscious. “What did you mean when you said I owe you back in the club?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

He walks towards me, his eyes fixed on me with a menacing gaze. I try to walk backward, but there’s nowhere to go. My back meets the cold metal of the fridge. My heart starts racing and my palms begin to sweat as I realize I’m trapped. Fear takes over me as he leans in closer, placing his hand on the fridge, his breath hot on my face.

“I know you had something to do with Dan’s disappearance,” he grunts.

My heart races as I try to keep my voice steady. “I…I…have no idea what you’re talking about,” I stutter.

His hand reaches towards me and I feel a shiver down my spine. His thumb slowly traces my lower lip, sending a wave of anxiety through me.

He leans close and whispers to me, “ An eye for an eye.”

I feel his hand move to the bottom of my t-shirt, trying to raise it.

“I would love to see some rope around that tiny neck and a knife cutting into your skin,” he says in an evil tone.

These words haunt me to my core.

I react quickly. My hand lands across his ear and cheek as I slap him hard. He only reacts with a devilish grin like he got pleasure from it.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” he whispers.

I watch him step back, his eyes fixed on me as he walks away, disappearing into the bedroom. My legs feel like jelly and I collapse to the ground, my heart racing with fear.

I scramble to my feet and make a beeline for my bedroom. I shut the door and frantically push a chair against it, hoping it will hold. My mind races as I decide who to call–Cain, Nate, or Mike. But a small voice tells me I have to be strong and deal with this myself. I can’t always have them come to my rescue. So I take a deep breath and try to steady my nerves.

I wake up,wondering how I fell asleep in the first place. As I try to orient myself, I hear a faint noise coming from the kitchen. I get out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible and make my way to the kitchen. To my relief, I find Rae there, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Oh, hello. I didn’t know you were here. What happened in the end?” Rae asks me, her voice filled with concern.

I sit at the table, my mind still trying to process everything. I glance around the room, half-expecting to see Archie appear out of nowhere.

“Charges were dropped,” I say, sighing in relief. “Thankfully, it’s all over now.”

“Good. I can’t believe Cain arrested you. What time did you get in?” she asks, pouring me a cup of coffee.

I take a sip of coffee, trying to remember what happened last night. “Uhh, I don’t know. I went straight to bed,” I utter, my mind still foggy from lack of sleep.

“Well, Archie left about half an hour ago. We had a good night,” she says with a sly smirk.

I try to warn her about Archie, but she cuts me off abruptly.

“Listen, I don’t want to hear any lectures about being careful with him or any warnings that he might hurt my feelings, ok?” she says, her tone firm and resolute. Clearly, she had already made up her mind and didn’t want any interference from me or anyone else.

“Tonight at work, we have an eighties music night happening. I’ll be working, but do you wanna come along?” Rae asks, trying to change the subject.

“Sure. I’ve got nothing planned.”

“Good. You can sit at the bar and keep me company.”

The clock strikesseven as Rae and I step into the dimly lit bar. The place is packed with middle-aged and elderly patrons, all chatting and laughing over the blaring sounds of eighties music. Rae confidently strides towards the bar and I follow her lead, taking a seat on one of the stools. Without wasting any time, Rae relieves the former bartender and starts mixing drinks for the customers. Meanwhile, I turn around and gaze at the dance floor where couples are swaying to the music. As I watch them, I can’t help but feel a pang of longing for Nate, Mike, and Cain.

Rae notices my pensive look and asks, “You miss them, don’t you?”

Without hesitation, I answer with a hint of melancholy, “Truthfully? Yes.”

Rae’s eyes soften. “Oh, Tess…” she murmurs.

I take a deep breath and request a shot of tequila. Rae swiftly pours me one.

“I’m gonna sit in that booth down there,” I explain to her, pointing to a secluded corner. With a sympathetic nod, Rae watches me reach the booth, giving me the needed space.

The three of us park outside the bar, munching on some burgers and fries. Cain is in the driver’s seat while Nate sits beside him. I sit in the back, taking in the sights and sounds of the bar. Suddenly, Nate breaks the silence with an unexpected question, “Ok, who do you think she would marry out of us three?”

I can’t help but shake my head in disbelief. Cain can’t contain his amusement and chuckles before grabbing a handful of fries.

Interrupting our banter, Cain asks, “Did either of you keep an eye on her after I dropped her off last night?”

Both Nate and I exchange a puzzled look and then shake our heads.

“God’s sake, you had one job!” Cain exclaims, visibly frustrated.

“We have just seen her enter the bar and she looked fine,” I say, hoping to ease the tension.

We all quietly enjoy our meals. I take the final bite of my delicious burger and break the peaceful silence, “Uhh...Me and Tessie kind of fucked at college…Well, I teased the hell out of her,” I explain.

To my surprise, Nate speaks up next. “Wait, what? Well, while Rae wasn’t there, she texted me to come over and we fucked...I also admitted I loved her,” he says quietly, his voice barely audible.

We all look at each other smirking.

“She’ll be the ruin of us, won’t she?” Cain says, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and frustration. “I also fucked her last night.”

Cain’s voice trembles as he speaks, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “I have feelings for her, guys. I hate to admit it,” he says, averting his gaze as if ashamed.

Nate and I exchange a bewildered look–Cain has never been the type to open up about his emotions.

Suddenly, he flings open the Jeep door and exits.

“Where are you going?” Nate asks, his voice laced with concern. Cain turns back to face us, determination etched into his features.

“To get our girl back…” he declares before slamming the car door shut.

I sit alone at the table and watch the couples on the dance floor swaying to the rhythm of Purple Rain by Prince. The nostalgic melody brings back memories of the trio. I missed them so much. Like I said, all good things come to an end, right? I can’t help but feel a tinge of sadness as I long to be reunited with them once again. The shot glass in front of me seems to be my only solace, but it does little to ease my pain. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I try to fight back the overwhelming emotions.

As I reach for the shot glass, I notice two hands appearing on the table.

I lift my gaze and see Cain sitting opposite me. His presence catches me off guard and I freeze. I feel like my heart just stops. At that moment, I can’t help but notice how strikingly handsome he looks. He wears a clean white t-shirt, a black hoodie left unzipped, and a pair of dark jeans. His eyes catch my attention, which seems to have a newfound depth as if he is finally allowing himself to feel something.

Before I can say anything, he speaks up. “I’m so sorry, princess,” he says with a remorseful tone. I muster all my strength to hold back my tears, but they start streaming down my face anyway. I remain silent, staring at him as I try to process everything.

Tears continue streaming down my face and he comes rushing to my side. With a gentle touch, he wipes away my tears and lifts me up from the booth. In an embrace, he holds me close, letting me know that I am not alone and everything will be ok.

He holds me tightly, his chin resting on the top of my head as he speaks in a regretful tone. “I realize now that I was a fool. I shouldn’t have done what I did in the forest. I let you walk out too easily and I’m so sorry.” His words are filled with emotion and I can sense the pain in his voice as he speaks.

Cain takes a step back from me, his eyes lock onto mine and he gestures for me to follow him. Without hesitation, I oblige and we make our way towards the center of the room where the dance floor is located. The dimly lit room is illuminated by a vibrant shade of purple that casts a dreamy aura over everything around us. The iconic Purple Rain tune continues to play in the background, setting the perfect mood for a slow dance. As he wraps his arms around me, I feel his warm breath on my neck as we begin to sway to the rhythm of the song. Every move is effortless, every moment is perfect, and I am lost in the enchanting melody of the music.

We move to the music. He gently raises my chin and I stare into his eyes. “I’ve completely fallen for you…And it scares me more than anything, Tessie,” he whispers, his words echoing through my heart.

Tears well up in my eyes again and I struggle to hold them back as I reply, “I fell a while ago.”

We continue swaying together in each other’s arms.

The song reaches its crescendo. He lifts me off the ground and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. We feel like the only two people in the room, lost in the moment. He gently places me back on my feet and whispers in my ear, “Let’s go home, princess.”

I take his hand and we start walking towards the door.

Just as we are about to leave, Rae leaps over the bar like she has done it a hundred times and stops us in our tracks. “You better treat her right, Cain, or I will hunt you down,” she warns, her eyes fixed firmly on Cain.

Cain smirks and lets out a chuckle, squeezing my hand tight. “I have no doubt you will hunt me down, Raquel. I promise to treat her right,” he replies, his voice oozing confidently.

I motion with my hands to Rae that I’ll text her. Cain leads me outside where I see Nate and Mike standing at the Jeep.

Confused, I ask them, “What are you doing here?” All three of them exchange smirks and look at each other.

Suddenly, I realize something—“You’ve been watching me the whole time, haven’t you?” I say. Despite being under constant surveillance, I find myself indifferent to the fact. All that matters to me is the emptiness in my heart caused by their absence. The longing to be reunited with them has grown so intense that the thought of being away from them any longer feels unbearable.

No one responds to my question, but Mike surprises me with a kiss before I can say anything else. As this happens, Cain opens the Jeep door.

I hop inside the Jeep and take a seat in the back, flanked by Nate and Mike. Suddenly, I feel Nate’s lips on my neck, and he whispers, “It’s good to have you back, baby.”

I can feel a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

I’m glad I’m back with them. I missed them…I missed them so much.