Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
ISLA
I lose track of time, but I’m pretty sure it’s been about two months since I was taken. I try to keep track with little tally marks in my journals, but sometimes I forget.
As being a prisoner goes, it’s pretty awesome, actually. I get whatever I want, when I want it, within reason, and all the sex I could ask for.
After a hot shower sex session with Dare, he hands me a smartwatch to keep track of my activity. It tracks a lot of things, including my period. When I get to that, I think back to when I had my last period, but I can’t remember having it since they took me.
Granted, that could be a result of the stress of being kidnapped, being held as a prisoner. But then again, if I think about it, did any of them ever use protection when we had sex? No.
And it’s not like I can just go outside and either buy my pill or plan B. And I do not have an IUD. So, no protected sex here.
Two days after I get my watch, I start throwing up in the mornings, and all throughout the day.
I’m worried. No, not worried. I’m absolutely terrified.
I look into the mirror, at the bags under my eyes.
Things have been going so well, too. As well as you could expect, anyway, considering I’m still stuck here, still a prisoner.
But things have changed these past few weeks.
Dare showers me with gifts, mostly tech gadgets, and Liam, though still gruff as always, brings me books from his personal collection. Cillian isn’t much for material things, but once he folded a napkin into a rose for me, and I keep it on my nightstand.
Dare seems determined to win me, and he has a competitive jealous streak.
Liam is mostly still cold and possessive. The only difference is that we just talk about books sometimes after sex.
Cillian, on the other hand, is quiet, reserved, but he’s so sweet after sex and sometimes, I get him to laugh during pillow talk, and it makes my heart swell.
And if I’m totally honest with myself, I want all of them. I’m falling for all of them, in different ways.
They all give me something different, make me feel something different, and I couldn’t choose if you put a gun to my head, which, though unlikely at this point, is still a possibility. As long as I’m a prisoner, it will always be a possibility.
And now this.
This changes everything.
If they find out I’m pregnant, they’ll be furious.
I have no idea if any of them even want to be a father, let alone with me as a mother. But the worst part?
I have no idea who the father is. And I have no way of knowing unless I have a DNA test done on the baby.
Fuck. Just as things were starting to become my new normal, whatever that means, this happens.
Liam will lose it. If he doesn’t kill me, he’ll lock me up with the baby and never look at my face again.
And Cillian… He will internalize it, convince himself he is not the father because he doesn’t deserve anything good in his life.
Dare will probably be sulky and jealous, but he’ll accept it. He’ll claim it as his if the others turn their backs on me, but he won’t be happy if the baby isn’t his, though he’ll tolerate it. Well, at least he will, if he doesn’t lose interest in me the moment he finds out about the pregnancy.
On the other hand, this baby isn’t just mine. It is one of theirs too. Which means whether I want to or not, I’m forever bound to one of them.
And if they wouldn’t let me go before, now I’ll never leave this place.
But as things have been, do I even want to leave?
I’ve had my moments that I could have escaped–when Dare inevitably falls asleep after a sex session, when Liam takes a shower after lovemaking. Cillian hasn’t ever given me an opportunity to escape, but between the other two, I could have gotten out.
But I didn’t. And I haven’t even made any plans to.
As much as I complain about them kidnapping me, the truth is I’m the happiest I’ve been in I don’t know how long. Maybe ever.
And I guess I’ve let myself get too accustomed to this lifestyle. I should want to get out of here, want to get back to work–and God, I’m going to be a mother now?
This is not something that I can just escape, put on someone else’s shoulders. This is my baby.
I’ve barely ever even thought about kids.
I’ve always been focused on my career. I never thought I’d want any rugrats.
But now, as I stare at the app knowing even without a test what I have growing inside me, I wonder if it’ll have Dare’s half-smile or Liam's ice blue eyes or Cillian’s sweet but shy personality.
My chest aches.
I never even knew about this baby until now, but now that I do, I want it. I really do. But at what cost?
What will happen when they find out?
They still have no idea what I do, and when they find out, there will be hell to pay.
And a baby on top of that? It makes my heart ache to even think about it.
Dare’s sleeping soundly beside me, and I realize that right now, I could go if I wanted. He sleeps soundly, and he trusts me. I could slip out before Cillian or Liam even show.
But watching his chest rise and fall, the soft expression on his face, his parted mouth... I can’t. I can’t leave him or the other two. Not yet.
Besides, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ll get a negative test, the way I did in college after a pregnancy scare. I wonder if I’ll feel the same sense of relief and sadness as I did then.
I can shake Dare awake to take me to the store, make up something, but before I can, the lock clicks from the living room.
I scramble up out of bed, hurriedly putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that says “Trouble” that Dare bought me.
I pad to the living room to come face-to-face with my other two kidnappers turned lovers.
Liam gives me a once-over, and I know he’s not pleased.
I shiver, wondering if he’s gonna “punish” me. I shake my head to clear it. I have something else in mind tonight.
Cillian gives me a small smile, and it feels like a victory.
Liam curses under his breath. “Is he asleep again?”
Dare walks into the living room, shirtless, just in his boxers, and my eyes sweep over his body appreciatively.
“I'm up, I’m up.” His hair is tousled, and he yawns.
God, he’s cute when he wants to be. And he always wants to be.
But I’m on a mission.
“I’m so happy you’re here. I wanted you all here tonight.”
Liam narrows his eyes at me. “What are you planning?”
I huff out a breath. “Why are you always so paranoid? I just wanted to spend time with all of you.”
As grumpy as he is sometimes, Liam’s an important part of this equation for me. I can’t imagine being with just one of them and not having the other two.
I smile. “Thought we could have a sleepover.”
Dare laughs. “Only you would call an orgy a sleepover.”
Cillian grins, almost a full smile this time, and it makes me happy.
Liam just stares at us like we’ve all lost our minds.
“You want to have a sleepover? With us?”
“What can I say? I’m greedy.”
Dare snickers at that, but Liam just looks baffled.
“Are you some kind of masochist? Why do you want us? Why do you want me?” His eyes search my face, and there’s something other than just irritation in his expression, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
I shrug. “I like you.”
“You... you like me? After the way this went down? The way I treat you?” He gets closer, shaking his head.
Dare looks between us. “She wants us all; she gets us all, right?”
Liam doesn’t protest, but he doesn’t look happy either. He looks mad.
“What is the problem?” I look between Liam and Cillian.
Liam doesn’t even look at me.
“The problem? The problem is that I’m not the insatiable one that can’t make do with one dick.”
I freeze, glaring at him, anger making me feel hot. “You are not calling me a whore.”
“If the shoe fits—”
“Stop it.” It’s Dare who’s the voice of reason.
Cillian hangs back, but he’s watching.
“Isla, stop provoking him. And Liam, shut the hell up. You enjoy being with her just as much as the rest of us do, you can’t deny it.”
“Whatever.”
Why is it so difficult for him to give me a compliment?
“In the end, you’re gonna give in and give her what she wants, so just do it already.”
Liam leans against the back of the sofa. “And what is it you really want, Isla?”
I flush instantly at his words.
Something about Liam being the one to ask makes me nervous, but in the best way.
It doesn’t help that he has such a deep, smooth voice.
“I want you three to… have your way with me.” It comes out in a ragged whimper.
Dare grins. “You want us to use you like a little sex doll, a ghrá?”
Cillian, always the strong, silent type, just walks up behind me, putting his hands on my arms.
Liam narrows his eyes at me. “Should bend you over, spank that pretty arse of yours for being such a wanton slut.”
His voice washes over me.
This is not him being mad at me. This is foreplay. And I love it. At least when he does it during sex. Not so much on a daily basis.
“Please,” I manage, and Cillian chuckles near my ear.
“She likes that, Liam. I can practically smell her from here.”
I shudder as Cillian’s hands go to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off me as I stand there, bare-breasted and staring at Liam and Dare, Cillian’s body behind me the only thing keeping me upright.
Dare hums low in his throat and walks up to me, dropping to his knees and tugging off my sweatpants.
I gasp and then step out of them as Cillian’s hands go to my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples between his fingers until pain sends a jolt to my clit.
It feels so good I almost want to yell and nothing much is even happening yet.
Liam’s ice blue eyes are on me, he’s tenting his slacks... and Dare is tracing his fingers up my thighs.
He grunts as he picks up my right leg, looping it over his shoulder.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck, he’s going to—
“Dare," I breathe as he presses his face into my sex, inhaling deep like he loves the scent.
He latches around my clit, quickly inserting two fingers into my entrance as Cillian abuses my nipples with his rough fingers.
The stimulation is almost too much, but I can’t look away from Liam, his gaze locking me in place.
“That's it, Isla.” He says my name almost like it’s poison in his mouth.
All this time, and I haven’t been able to crack him, not really.
Sex is easy, but getting information out of Liam is like pulling teeth.
“Are you going to come? Right here in the middle of the living room like the little brat you are?”
“Yes, please let me come, Liam.” The words burst out of my mouth before I know what I’m saying.
He smirks. “Should I let you? Not like you’ve exactly been a good girl.”
“I will be. I’ll be so good, Liam, just let me come...” I’m trying my best to fight the waves of pleasure running over my body, but it’s hard.
“Not yet.”
“Please, Liam, please…”
Dare and Cillian seem to be on a war path, trying their hardest to get me to come against Liam’s wishes.
It hurts so good, but I’m losing the battle against the waves of pleasure threatening to drown me.
“Don’t you dare come yet, Isla. Not until I say so.”
“Oh God, oh God… I can’t…”
“You can, and you will.”
Cillian pinches my nipples harder, pulling on them while Dare fucks me with his tongue.
When his mouth latches on my clit, my eyes turn to the back of my head, my body shaking, legs giving.
Cillian holds me by putting his arms under mine, but he doesn’t stop his assault on my breasts.
When Dare starts sucking hard, I cry out, unable to hold back.
Cillian lets out a ragged breath, his erection pressing into me from behind.
“All right, Isla. Come for me. Come all over Dare’s face.”
Dare keeps sucking hard, his fingers pumping in and out, and I’m swept over the edge by Liam’s encouraging words, trembling all over as my orgasm washes over me.
Cillian holds me tightly as Dare lowers my leg to the ground, standing up with a groan, his lower face covered in me.
He licks his lips, the bastard, sticking the fingers he had inside of me into his mouth and sucking slowly.
“What does she taste like?” Liam rasps, and my eyes shoot to his.
He’s panting, standing over by the sink, his knuckles white on the countertop.
“You could find out yourself.” I’m lightheaded, leaning back against Cillian, the press of his erection against my back almost comforting.
“You'd like that, wouldn’t you? To weasel out of your punishment.” Liam stalks past us into my bedroom, and he calls out a moment later, “Come here.”
My feet move before I even tell them to, responding to Liam’s commanding tone, and when I walk into the bedroom, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his erection obvious.
He seems to ignore it.
“Over my lap. On your stomach.”
I drape myself over his lap, my thighs still trembling.
This is so embarrassing.
He lets out a ragged breath. “Fuck, look at you. This perfect arse of yours. Just begging for my hand. Begging to turn red.”
He draws his palm along one of the cheeks, and I gasp out a moan.
Then he lifts his hand and brings it down, the sting making my back arch.
“Ow, fuck! That hurt!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I lift my head, looking at him, breathless.
“No.”
“I’ll be merciful and just give you five this time.”
Whack, whack.
The first three land on the same sore side. Then another two on the other. By the time he’s done, my ass stings, and I’m slick down my thighs, panting.
“Please, I need….”
Liam scoffs. “Of course, being punished only made you more wanton.”
I look at the tent in his pants. “You’re one to talk?”
Liam thins his lips, but then shrugs. “Since this is all your fault, I should punish you again by fucking you senseless.”
I breathe out, “Please…”
“Get up.”
I twist around on his lap, and Liam grunts, picking me up and depositing me on the bed. “Get up here, Cill. Want you in her mouth while I’m fucking her.”
“What about me?” There's just the edge of a whine to Dare’s voice.
I look up at him as Cillian approaches the bed.
Liam’s lips twitch. “You jealous?”
“Always,” he mutters, something in his eyes I can’t quite name.
I start to frown, but then Liam puts me on my hands and knees, right in front of Cillian, who stands at the edge of the bed. He’s already got his cock out, stroking the thick length.
I can’t tear my eyes away.
“To bad. For now, you can jerk off while you watch. You’ve been spoiled enough by her already,” Liam orders, and another shudder runs over me.
I love it when he takes charge like this.
Besides, it’s true. I do spoil Dare. I can’t really help it. I want his hands all over me, all the time, but it’s the same with all of them. Dare is just easier to convince.
Before I can tell them I want them all, Liam slides into me, and I lose my train of thought.