Chapter Twenty-Six #2
He’s calm and collected, and it makes my anger boil over.
Something about seeing him so whole and unbothered twists my insides unpleasantly.
My teeth grit. “What? Did you think cooking for me would ease your guilt?” I laugh bitterly, resting my head back against my shoulders as my eyes sting with more unshed tears.
I throw my hands out as if to say, ‘Look at what you’ve done to me.
’ “Hate to break it to you, but this sweet little gesture is nothing compared to what you put me through. You could make me a hundred dinners, and I would still think of you as lower than the fucking gum stuck to my shoe!”
Maddox’s expression gentles as he moves a hand closer to me. “Rosalie—”
I fist my hair at my temples, wanting to scream, curse, shout, do something! “No! You want to be my fucking saviors?” I decide, tilting my head. “Then let me give you a breakdown of what my life was like.”
Roman’s expression stays cool and impassive, but it’s the twinge in his jaw that’s his giveaway. He’s hanging on by a thread, too, and if I’m going down, I’m taking them with me.
Kairo holds a supportive hand out to me, but it feels uncaring and unforgivable from my perspective. “Why don’t we take a breather, Thorn. You’ve been through a lot today—”
I jab a finger at the blonde, a bitter sound escaping past my lips.
“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it!
None of you do!” I’m spiraling hard, and I can’t stop myself as I rise up onto my chair and step onto the sturdy table.
I jab a finger at my chest harshly, my eyes wild as they bite into Roman.
“To show up to that god forsaken school every day and deal with the three of you was my hell! Then I got to go home to no food, no love, no fucking compassion! All I knew was a fist to the face, and how to serve a man who never cared about me! To live in that constant cycle for years has fucked me beyond comprehension, and you think cooking dinner can fix me?!” I step towards him, my legs eating up the distance between us until I’m staring down at the leader with so much raw hate and anger that it hurts.
“I AM brOKEN, AND I WAS LEFT TO PICK UP THE PIECES OF MYSELF EVERY TIME!” I rub a hand over my mouth, feeling like I’m losing control of everything.
It isn’t until I feel the warmth track down my cheeks that I take a moment and end this.
“The next time you want to help me,” I lean down, staring into that impassive, tight, expressionless face of his, “leave. Me. Alone.”
Roman doesn’t even blink. “Feel better now?”
My hands lift suddenly in exasperation, my palms facing up as my fingers curl into an almost fist. “UGH! I could slap you!”
His hands slam on the table, loud and booming as he rises from his chair and angles his head up to me. “Then do it, Siren.” He commands. “Slap me, Rosalie—”
My hand cracks across his face, and though he doesn’t budge, it feels fucking amazing. Pain stings my palm, but it’s so freeing of the crushing weight that’s been sitting on my chest since I left the therapist’s office. It’s a reprieve, and I can finally breathe.
His jaw works as he effortlessly shakes off the pain. “I’ll ask you again. Do you feel better?”
I suck air into my lungs as I feel three heavy sets of eyes staring into me rather than at me. I nod slowly, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”
“Good,” he rolls his shoulders, his t-shirt bunching around his chest as his eyes darken. “Everything has a price, Siren.”
That sounds ominous, and it’s only heightened by the two other chairs scraping across the floor as Maddox and Kairo rise. Maddox pushes the plates aside as I take a hesitant step back.
“What’s going on—” I squeal when Roman reaches for me faster than lightning. His hand wraps around my ankle, and I fall to my ass before he pulls me to the edge of the table.
“Hold her legs,” he commands, his voice dark before Kairo’s hand wraps around my throat, and he eases me onto my back.
“What are you doing?!” My feet kick as I claw at his wrist, but the men subdue me from all angles.
Kairo releases my throat for a moment, only to hook his elbow into the crook of my leg and shove my thigh back into my stomach as he latches onto my throat again. He leans down, a sinister smirk on his face. “Aw, don’t fight us, Thorn. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Maddox grabs the back of my other knee, putting it in the same open position, then reaches across me and untying my robe. It falls open, and the cool air hits my skin. My breasts and pussy are bared to them, and I can’t do anything to stop it as Roman growls low in his throat at the sight of me.
“Fuck, that’s pretty.” He praises, making me squirm.
Kairo looks down at my cunt, hunger evident in his eyes. “I knew it was pink.”
Maddox’s hand slides over my stomach before he pinches one of my nipples hard enough to elicit pain.
“Ouch!” I yell, trying to kick out of their hold.
Kairo uses his other hand to fist the hair at the nape of my neck and shove me forward until I can see Roman at the base of the table. “You’re going to watch him punish you, Thorn. He’s going to make you a fucking mess.”
My bottom lip quivers. “No.”
“Yes,” Kairo gloats. “Watch him wreck you, baby.”
Heat unfurls in my stomach against my better judgment, and it only causes me to fight harder.
I shouldn’t want this.
I should be screaming—
Kairo’s hand leaves my throat before he grabs my cheeks harshly, shaking my head. “Don’t even fucking think about screaming unless it’s with pleasure. You scream, and I’ll stuff that pretty mouth so full you choke.”
I spit, and it sprays across his chin. He runs his tongue over his lips, his eyes closing as if he’s savoring it. “You taste like fucking candy, baby.”
“Go to hell,” My voice is muffled by his hand squeezing me, but it doesn’t douse the fire behind my words.
Kairo lifts a brow before turning to Roman. “Make her squirt. I want to watch her clean it up.”
“No!” I shout as Roman rubs his hands over my ass. He gives one cheek a stinging slap that has a whimper falling from me.
He hovers over my pussy, his eyes connecting with mine as he spits onto my folds.
I feel it drip down my slit. The act is erotic and filthy in every sense.
It flames the unbidden fire within me, making my own wetness drip from my core as Roman slides his hands onto my waist and sinks down until I feel the brush of his nose through my folds.
I suck in a breath at the first swipe of his tongue, long and slow, up my cunt. He sucks gently on my clit, making my abdomen tighten as pleasure bursts through me. The whole time he feasts on me, Kairo makes me watch.
I shouldn’t be letting them do this.
It shouldn’t feel so good.
I look up at Maddox, my eyes pleading past the mind-numbing pleasure.
He cups my cheek gently, giving me a wild expression that teeters on unhinged. “I’m not going to save you, Songbird.”
Fuck.
One of Roman’s hands leaves my waist, and my head shoots down. He drags a finger through the mix of saliva and arousal, coating one thick digit before plunging it deep into my core. My body coils tightly, an involuntary sound of surprise and desperation leaving me.
“You’re going to squirt on my fucking face, Siren.
Then, you’re going to clean your mess.” He growls before shoving his face back into me.
The dual sensation of his finger stretching me and his tongue flicking over my pleasure point has garbled, incomprehensible mumbles tumbling from my lips.
I’m forced to watch as my climax grips me in an iron fist, and Roman begins to shake his head as he eats me.
He curls his finger, hitting something deep inside of me that makes me scream. My vision whites out, spots dancing across my eyes as everything releases. The tether snaps, and my pussy grips Roman’s finger impossibly tight.
“That’s right, Thorn!” Kairo praises past the mind-numbing pleasure that’s melting my brain. “Cum all over him.”
A thumb swipes under my eye as I whimper breathlessly, hot tears smearing across my cheeks.
“She’s fucking crying,” Maddox says in awe. “So perfect.”
I faintly register his tongue dragging up my face as he collects the salty tears.
I can’t even focus on the two men holding me as my core spasms uncontrollably, because Roman is still going.
His hand pumps harder, his finger strumming the flesh inside of me as the sloppy sounds of his feasting fill the dining room.
It all becomes too much, and my body does something it’s never done.
There’s a release of pressure in my abdomen as something gushes from me. It sprays across Roman’s mouth and soaks the table beneath me as I scream. He doesn’t stop despite my thrashing. He keeps going, closing his eyes as if he’s savoring every drop of me.
“S-stop,” I beg when it becomes too much. My bottom lip quivers as fresh tears spill down my cheeks.
Roman rises slowly over me, a daunting presence as he stares down with half-lidded eyes. His face glistens with my release, and both men untangle my limbs before Roman’s hand shoots out and grabs my cheeks. He drags me to him, all authority and stoic heartlessness. “Clean your mess, Rosalie.”
My eyes narrow on him, a silent war waging between us. “No.”
His soaked jaw twinges. “Don’t make me take you over my knee next. I’ll spank you and make them watch. Do you want them to see you like that? At my mercy with your ass red?”
My teeth grind. I want to fight him, but I also don’t want to be subjected to being bent over and embarrassed further. My cheeks are already on fire as I sit naked in front of them.
They’re going to fucking pay for this.
The manhandling is really starting to piss me off, too.
An idea concocts in my head, and I reach for Roman’s face.
I squeeze his cheeks the same way he and Kairo have been doing to me before running my tongue up his jaw.
The heady taste of my release explodes over my taste buds, and I don’t break eye contact as I lap up every drop.
When my tongue swipes over his lips, he snaps.
He grabs the nape of my neck, pulling me until our lips crash in a sudden, shocking kiss.
My eyes widen as electricity zaps my spine, and my mouth nearly gapes.
Roman takes the opening, slicking his tongue against mine as my arousal and his minty taste mix.
It takes me a moment to register what we’re doing as my mind processes.
Two options filter through the haze: either I kiss him back, or I turn away and end this.
I’m thinking of going with the latter until his hand softens at my nape, and he pulls me closer. It’s gentle and almost sweet in the invitation, and I find my reason dying a quick death as my eyes close, and my lips begin to move with his.
I don’t know what it is that makes me melt against him. Maybe it’s the way he’s holding me close or the way his lips soften against mine, but my eyes flutter shut as I ride it out. My sticky thighs and what just happened are forgotten in an instant, and I’m voluntarily kissing him.
When we pull away, I’m breathless, and my head is spinning. I blink a few times, calling myself back to the present as Maddox quietly offers me my robe.
I snatch it from him and use a hand to push Roman away as I slide off the table. Tension-filled silence blankets the dining room, and when Roman speaks, it shatters the illusion.
“You still haven’t eaten—”
“Choke,” I mutter before tossing my robe on, fixing my hair, and walking out of the dining room with my head held high.