Chapter Three
CINDER
Pain.
That’s what I should be feeling.
Need.
That is not what should be pulsing through me.
Hunger.
It’s winning the war of emotions inside me. Pain is evident but the need for them and their hands all over my body is overriding every rational thought. I’ve never felt the hands of a man on my bare skin, let alone three.
The tension in the room is charged, all three of them looking at me with lustful gazes and I’m a slave to my body’s reaction.
My mind is forced to take a back seat as my body claims control and surrenders to the desire surging inside me.
I’m the girl that avoids men, never wanting to be owned or claimed.
Yet here I stand, wanting these three strangers to claim me and own me in a way I have never been before.
“Well, well, well… It seems our dirty girl is untouched,” the one who just had his fingers inside me says smugly. I feel a sense of shame wash over me, but the hungry look in their eyes has the feeling fleeing, quickly replaced by need.
My arousal coats my thighs and I fight not to clench my legs to try and dull the ache.
They’ve barely touched me and yet I’m feverish and burning up.
I’m almost panting and ready to beg at this point.
They release me and step back. All three of them stand there staring at me with malicious looks in their eyes.
The one in the middle is slightly taller than the other two.
Even with the dim lighting, his blue eyes shine with contempt.
His blond hair shimmers in the moonlight.
Tattoos cover his arms, chest and abs, though it’s too dark to make out what they are.
There is a darkness that clings to him and it sends a shiver down my spine.
The one on his right, black hair, brown eyes so dark they almost look black. Tattoos visibly cover every inch of their exposed flesh, except their faces. I can feel danger wafting off him.
The last guy, his hair is black as night and unlike the other guy his blue eyes are darker but they hold a vicious edge and a promise of pain in their depths.
The three of them stand there staring at me like they have a right.
If this was any other situation and I was a willing participant, I would be begging them to stuff me with their cocks and make me scream until my voice gave out.
“Lose the thong, Cinder Soot.” I glare at the blond-haired bastard.
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
His answering laugh sends chills down my spine.
“Oh, you will be fucking me.” I cringe to cover the shiver that rolls through me at his sinister promise.
I hate that my body is responding to these bastards.
They are faceless assholes who wear masks to shield their identity from me, yet I have this overwhelming need to uncover who they are and allow them to touch me.
They ooze power and dominance. Something about that has me on edge and begging for them to bend my body to their will and fulfill all the unspoken promises their eyes are spilling.
I can see the hunger, the want they feel for me, and it’s addictive.
I want them to make me surrender, to make me beg for it.
I know my tastes in the bedroom are unladylike and frowned upon.
“Do you have any idea who the fuck I am?” I scream.
I’ll admit I’m stalling because I’m terrified of what they have planned for me.
The worst fucking part is, I’m wet from being chased.
Like I said, my needs balance on the line of unhinged and being chased by three masked strangers with no one around to rescue me, has my pussy weeping and panties destroyed.
“We know exactly who the fuck you are, Cinder Charming.” My breath lodges in my throat. I lock eyes with the one with the darker blue eyes. “Welcome to Sinners Island, princess.”
The blood drains from my face, ice flows through my veins. This is my worst nightmare come true. Sinners Island is the place where the worst of the worst are sent. This place is for the prisoners that no jails want because their crimes are too heinous.
“We have until midnight to play with you,” the one with the brown eyes sneers and I tremble, not from fear but from something I refuse to name.
I fake confidence as I say, “Or what, you’ll turn into a pumpkin?”
The one with the blue eyes pushes forward, plastering himself against my front and making me gasp when I feel his hard length stabbing into my stomach.
“Feel that?” he purrs in a seductive tone that has me biting back a whimper. He grinds into me, making me gasp as he tangles his fingers in my hair and tugs on the strands. “You are going to do everything we say. Deny us and you’ll be punished, Cinder Soot.”
My mouth parts but no words come. I close my eyes for a second and inhale a deep breath as I center myself. I’m on an island, there is no one coming to save me. No one here to judge me or tattle to fucking Ava.
I look up at him and allow my reservations to melt away so he can see the unfiltered lust flowing through me. The look has him groaning.
“I want you to fuck me like the dirty little whore I want to be.” I should be ashamed for admitting that out loud, but I’m not.
I crave this. I want to be owned and dominated.
I want the control stripped from me, for someone else to make the decisions for me and force me to obey.
I want my freedom outside of the bedroom, but the moment we’re shielded behind closed doors… I want my freedom stripped.
“A dirty little whore you shall be,” he murmurs.
He uses his hold on my hair to drag me out of the cabin, ignoring my cries of pain and protests.
I stumble but he doesn’t stop. He’s on a mission and won’t be deterred.
When we finally come to a stop, tears trail down my cheeks as I stare up at the three of them.
Moonlight reflects off their masks casting them in a sinister light.
“Lose the fucking thong, now,” the one with the blue eyes snaps. I want to disobey.
It’s only the fear of them inflicting pain on me that has me biting down on my tongue to keep my retort inside.
When the one with the darker blue eyes steps toward me, I hold strong and refuse to back away. I hold my head high as he bends down in front of me. My eyes widen when he stands and clasps a chain to the collar around my neck.
“What the fuck!” I snap and try to yank it off but it’s fucking locked!
“You’re at our mercy now,” he snarls in my face. I should be sickened and fighting for my freedom, except I’m not, because as much as I want to lie to myself and say I’m not aroused or intrigued by these strangers… I am.
If there is a fairy godmother out there, don’t save me because I want these three to fuck the villain into me.