Cole lifts my dress to my waist, baring my thighs to the cool air. “Stay still, Butterfly. You’ll only bruise that beautiful, porcelain skin.”
Beautiful.
He thinks my skin is beautiful.
Ugh, brain, seriously?His hand is sneaking up my thigh and all I can think about is that?
He cups me through my underwear and I groan. It’s like I’ve been on fire and he’s finally dousing it.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He slides my underwear as far as they’ll go down my legs, and before I can focus on the brush of his fingers against the inside of my thighs, his hands are gone.
“You like it, don’t you?” He circles my clit with his lean digits, making my back arch off the bed. “The fact that you’re under my control, the fact that I get to do whatever I want with you without your brain meddling?”
I want to shake my head, but the sensation he’s eliciting in my body turns me motionless. I just want more of it.
More.
“I’m going to taste you. For real this time.” And then his mouth takes the place of his fingers, sucking on my clit. I buck off the bed as I immediately fall apart, the orgasm washing over me like a waterfall.
Oh, God.
I’m so turned on that I come by only his lips against me.
“Fuck, baby,” he speaks against my clit. “I’m going to feast on you.”
And he does.
I’m not even down from the first orgasm when he starts lapping at my folds.
One of his hands grips my thighs while the other slides under my dress and pinches my nipple beneath the built-in bra.
I can’t stay still on the bed, my bound limbs jerking at the ropes. The fact that I’m tied up and can’t see or scream adds a pleasure I never thought was possible. It’s like he’s stealing all my senses, all my thoughts, then thrusting them back in so they’ll focus on this moment.
His tongue plunges in and out of me with a maddening ferocity, as if he’s fucking me with his cock.
I scream, but it comes out muffled as I come again, my head falling sideways and my cheeks flaming.
“You’re addictive, Butterfly.” The rumble of his voice and his light stubble create a different type of friction against my most intimate parts. “I won’t stop until you admit you belong to me. Only me.”
Oh, God.
“If you want me to stop, I will. Under one condition.” He crawls atop me. “I’m going to remove the gag and you’re going to moan my name.”
The moment he unstraps the gag, I pretend that I’ll do as he asks. I’ll give him what he wants so he’ll end this, but instead, I swallow my drool and say, “I hate you.”
“Your choice, Silver.” His voice is calm, but I can sense the darkness beneath it.
I’ve pissed him off, and he’ll take revenge.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly what I want.
After he puts the gag back in place, he goes back to eating me out like an animal, a madman who can’t stop.
I come again and again.
By the fourth orgasm, I think I’m dehydrating and will faint.
Cole’s knees are on either side of me as he crawls atop me again and removes the gag. “Now say it.”
“N-no.”
“Fuck your stubbornness, Silver. Do you think I’ll let you go?”
It takes all my energy, but I manage to get out, “Show me your worst, Cole.”
He chuckles without humour. “You asked for it.”
As he straps the gag back in place, I brace myself for more. So what if I faint? I’ll never let him break me.
Then the door opens and I freeze, my heart nearly leaping out of my throat.
Oh, no. No, no, no…
If someone sees us and —
“Looks like fun. I should’ve been invited, considering I’m the fiancé and all.”
I release a long breath at Aiden’s voice. My body sags and I fight to keep my eyes open behind the blindfold. My breathing starts buzzing in my ears and I can barely register my blurry surroundings.
“Fuck off,” Cole says calmly as he smooths my dress and I feel him pulling my underwear up my legs.
The fact he’s hiding my nakedness from Aiden should make me grateful, but I hate him too much to feel any sort of thanks right now.
“What was that, brother-in-law?”
“Say that again and I’ll murder you.” It’s the first time I’ve heard Cole issue such a direct threat.
It’s like he’s ready to act on his threat right here, right now.
“Can’t you see what you’re doing?” Aiden’s voice. “She’s fainting.”
“That’s none of your business,” Cole says.
Hands pull the blindfold away and I squint at the light before I make out Aiden’s expression. He’s smiling down at me with contempt. “You owe me one.”
“Yo,” Ronan’s stoned voice comes from the door. “The fuck? You have a threesome and I’m not invited?”
Cole shoos him out, and by the time he returns, Aiden is already unbinding me.
My lids flutter closed despite my attempts to keep them wide open.
I don’t feel so good.
“Silver.” Cole slaps my cheek. “Fuck, Silver?”
“Told you she was fainting,” Aiden says. “I know you’re giddy, but did you lose the Stop button?”
“You shut the fuck up.” Cole focuses on me. “Silver, can you hear me?”
“I hate you,” I murmur and then surrender to the darkness.
Silver
Idon’t know how I got home. There were voices, Aiden’s and Cole’s, and they were arguing about who got to drive and who got to hold me in the back of the car. I recall wanting to open my eyes so I could see them fight.
“I’m the fiancé. It goes without saying that I should hold her. You’ll only be the doting brother after all, no?”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up and drive, I’ll call Elsa to see you acting as a doting fiancé.”
“Fuck you, Nash.”
One of them must’ve won, because strong arms carried me and then I was submerged in that cinnamon scent and warmth.
I’m half-dazed, floating, and I still smell him, feel him, secretly crave him.
What is wrong with me?
His fingers stroke my hair back, then his lips are on my nose, my temple. He’s soothing me, whispering words I can’t for the life of me make out.
And that’s probably how I surrender to the darkness all over again. I’m coming in and out of it as if I can’t stay in one place for too long.
When I come to again, there are different voices — Papa and Helen. I’m on my bed; I recognise it from the flowery scent and the texture.
Cole says something about me fainting because I didn’t eat much.
Dick.
He manages to slip out of everything whichever way he pleases. Not that I want anyone to know what happened. It’s bad enough that we were discovered by Aiden and Ronan.
“This is all because of Cynthia’s influence and all the diets.” Papa sounds enraged as if he’s about to barge into her flat and start a fight out of nowhere.
“Take it easy, Sebastian.” Helen’s quiet tone sooths him — and me — a little. She says she’ll get me something to drink and it’ll all be fine. That they should all calm down.
I don’t open my eyes, even when some of my energy pushes back in. Facing Papa and what I’ve done is the last thing I want to do.
Besides, I don’t want to see Cole’s face. Hearing that low tenor of his voice as he tells Papa I didn’t mean to starve myself and that I could be stressed is already too much to handle.
This time, I pray for unconsciousness. I want to disappear from this world and somehow wake up in one where I don’t feel as if I killed a few puppies.