Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rosalie
A Corvette isn’t my first pick of cars, but as the wind blows through my hair from the open top, and the engine revs beneath me, I couldn’t be happier.
The fresh island air of the Pacific fills my nose, and the salt sticks to my skin as I leisurely drive down the coastal road that encircles the main isle.
The sun kisses my skin, making the weight of the last two days seem to lift from my shoulders.
I don’t have to be cautious of my surroundings here.
It’s the first time in a long time that I feel completely free.
Okay, not completely free.
The guys shouldn’t be too far behind me. I wasn’t subtle with my sneaking out. Mostly because I want to see what they would do.
I mean, they can’t expect me to always listen to them. Not when I like to test my boundaries. They just make it so damn easy to be a brat.
If I were in any real danger, I definitely wouldn’t leave the villa.
I take safety concerns seriously, and while I can’t go far, it still feels nice not to be cooped up inside.
No one here knows me, and I like that I’m able to drive around without a string of paparazzi or screaming fans. It makes me feel normal—mundane.
I glance across the thick jungle that makes up the center of the island, appreciating the vibrant green plant life, when a distant engine purrs behind me.
There’s a second one that follows the first, and I frown as I glance in my rearview.
Steadily gaining behind me are two dark motorcycles that I recognize from Charlie’s garage.
Shit.
I didn’t expect them to figure me out that fast. I haven’t even driven five miles away from the villa! I press on the gas, tightening my hands on the wheel.
They can’t stop me.
One of the bikes gets even with me, and I can make out Roman’s form from my peripheral vision. He’s wearing a helmet that obscures his face, but it’s no mistake that it’s him as he revs the bike and flies ahead of me.
What’s he doing?
I get my answer only seconds later when he skids to a stop in the road, blocking my path as I slam on the brakes so I don’t hit him. Kairo joins us a moment later, Maddox riding backpack on his bike before jumping off.
I open the car door, getting out before slamming it shut as I cock a hip and cross my arms. “I could have hit you!”
Roman throws his leg over the bike, taking off his helmet before stalking towards me.
I swallow as he posts up in front of me with a hard expression.
He places the helmet over my head before ducking down and planting his shoulder across my hips.
He lifts me, making me gasp as he carries me back to the bike.
Maddox gets into the driver’s seat of my car, backing up before turning around and heading back for the villa. Kairo follows behind him as Roman places me on the seat of the bike.
“Hold on tight,” He commands, wrapping my arms around his waist.
I press my cheek to his back, grumbling under my breath as he drives us back to our vacation spot. All three of my wardens walk me back into the house, standing at my back like the daunting presences they are, as I take my helmet off and toss it onto the couch.
“Okay!” I throw my hands out, facing them. “You got me back! Happy?”
Kairo crosses his arms, the corner of his mouth twitching into an almost smile. “No. Not quite.”
They close in on me, making me take a small step back as my hands lift. “What are you–”
“Grab her,” Roman orders.
Maddox brackets an arm over my chest before stepping behind me. I latch onto his wrist tightly as Kairo grabs my legs and they carry me outside onto the deck.
“What the hell?!” I shout.
Roman plops down onto one of the outdoor chaise lounges, patting his thigh. They lay me across his legs, and Roman’s knees dig into my abdomen as my toes touch the floor. My cheeks heat at the suggestive position, and it isn’t until I feel his hand on my backside that I realize what’s happening.
“Count for me, Siren.” Roman growls as he flips the skirt of my dress up. His fingers ghost over the place of my panties, sending a shiver down my spine as my muscles tighten.
“Wait…” I try to use my hands to lift off of him, but he snatched the hair at the nape of my neck before pressing his lips to my ear.
“You want to disobey? I told you there would be consequences. You’re going to look at Kairo and Maddox while I spank your ass red and you’re going to fucking count for me, Rosalie.” He snips.
I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. This is embarrassing. Especially with Kairo smirking down at me and Maddox tilting his head as he waits. They’re going to watch with sick fascination as I receive my punishment, and it makes me squirm under their scrutiny.
Roman’s hand dips under my panties before he balls the fabric up and yanks them down my thighs. The air hits my wet pussy, and I gasp at the arousal drenching me.
“You like this?” Roman asks low, wedging his thumb between my folds. “It’s okay if you want their eyes on you. I don’t mind sharing, Siren.” He pulls my hair, his nose bumping into my temple. “Why don’t you give them a show, hmm? Let them see what their attention does to you.”
Wanton need grips me as I nod. The fight evaporates from me in an instant as the heat of the situation washes over me.
Yes, this is a little embarrassing, but it’s also unbearably hot.
I’m safe, and I want to drive them insane with desire.
I can’t be the only one aching and panting by the end of this.
Roman’s large hand rubs across my left ass cheek tenderly before he rears back. I hold my breath for the slap, turning my head so I can see Kairo and Maddox as I’m punished.
Roman doesn’t hold back. His hand cracks across my flesh, making me jolt with the stinging, heated pain that paints over my backside. My thighs rub together, slick with my arousal as my lips tremble. “One.”
Kairo’s eyes turn half-lidded as his hands work his belt loose. He rips it out of his pants’ loops with a slap before dropping it to the floor of the deck. He looks like he’s starving as he unbuttons his jeans to free himself.
Maddox’s hands are fisted at his sides, opening and closing as if he can’t wait to touch me. His head tilts to the side as he watches with rapt fascination.
Roman’s cock is hard beneath me, and I fidget a little as his hand rubs over my ass. When it leaves my skin, I know he’s about to spank me again. I can’t look away from the two men looming over me as another teeth-gritting smack is delivered.
“Two,” I breathe, the heated sting spreading across me. It’s centered and refreshed with every pass of his fingers. He lightly massages the area, giving me a small reprieve from my disciplining. His thumb swipes over my drenched folds in the process, making a whimper leave me.
“Fuck, you’re really enjoying this, Siren.” Roman taunts harshly in my ear. “You’re soaked. Look at how pretty that is.”
Maddox watches as Roman uses his thumb to pull one of my folds to the side, exposing my glistening flesh to them.
The silent man’s eyes seem to darken with an erotic hunger that can’t be satiated.
He reaches for his jeans, unbuttoning them before pulling out his cock.
The head drips with pre-cum, and my mouth waters to taste him.
I’m so distracted by the two beasts watching me that I don’t realize Roman’s hand has reared back again until it’s too late. He smacks right over the heated ache on my left cheek, taking the air from my lungs as I swallow.
“Three.”
“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises in a rasp. “Look at what you’re doing to us, Siren.” He uses my hair to angle my head further until my cheek is pressed to the lounge chaise. He holds me down, securing me with my ass up in the air as he slides his hand across the ache.
“You’re doing so good for us, Thorn.” Kairo croons. “I can’t wait to fuck that pretty face.”
Maddox’s wrist flicks as he strokes himself. I can’t stop watching his movements as another slap is delivered.
“Four!” I shout, the breath panting from me.
“Do you think you can take all of us, hmm?” Roman asks me. “Answer me, Rosalie.”
I stare into Kairo’s eyes, and he’s pleading silently for me to say yes. Those steel irises cut into me, giving me encouragement as I answer. “Yes.”
Roman’s hand slaps across my ass for the final time before he grabs me and pulls me up from his lap. He makes me stand as he rises and unbuttons his jeans. “On your knees.”
I sink down to the deck floor, letting my dress fall back in place as I rest my hands over my thighs. They all surround me: Roman in front of me, Maddox to my left, and Kairo to my right. I peer up at them through my lashes, anticipation and lust lighting a fire within me.
I’ve never been with more than one partner at a time, but I want this.
I want them just as much as they want me.
I gulp back the nerves crawling up my throat as my hands move.
Kairo snatches my wrist, placing my fingers over velvet steel as he wraps me tightly around his cock.
Maddox is gentler with his guidance, wrapping my other hand around him as he stares down at me.
Roman strokes himself, the black balls of his piercing glinting in the afternoon light as he uses a hand to cup my chin. He tilts my head up, staring down at me with a predator-like gleam in his half-lidded eyes. “We want the same attention from you, Siren. Can you handle that?”
I nod.
“Good,” He steps forward, nudging his head against my lips. The heady scent of him envelopes me as I take the first inch into my mouth. He taps my cheek lightly as his jaw works. “Spit on them.”
I draw back, arousal clouding my mind as I spit onto the head of Kairo’s cock and then Maddox’s. I use my hands to lube them, creating a sticky sound as I settle back in front of Roman. He looks pleased with my work as I open my mouth for him again.