Galen curses, and Theo gulps, as I do what I’m told. I lie back and my long, dark hair fans out around me on the table.
“Grab her hands,” Saint commands.
Galen fumes for a couple seconds, swigging more bourbon before sending it flying across the room. The bottle smacks into a wall, shattering on impact.
“You done?” Saint levels his cousin with a lethal look.
“Not nearly.” Galen’s gnarly tone sends shivers racing up my spine. He grabs my hands, yanking them up over my head until it feels like they’re being wrenched from my arm sockets.
Saint parts my thighs, gliding his hands up my bare flesh as the door opens and Caz joins our little party. He locks the door with an audible click, stomping toward us in heavy boots. “That handled?” Saint asks, his hands stalling halfway up my thighs.
“We tossed the trash.” I can hear the smirk in Caz’s tone. “Hey, beautiful,” he says, leaning over me and cupping one side of my face.
I stare at him as Saint resumes his upward journey on my thighs. Cool air brushes across my overheated flesh as Saint lifts my skirt. “What’s with the uniform?” he asks.
“Didn’t have time to change,” I murmur, my gaze locked on Caz’s as he moves his face down closer to mine.
I got the call when I was in school, and Mom sent a car to collect me. Lincoln, my dad’s assistant, drove my SUV home. After a couple hours with the police, the coroner, and the director of the funeral home, I just needed out. Mom retreated to her bedroom with a bottle of wine and some Valium, and I grabbed my vodka and hightailed it out of there. I didn’t even realize I was still in my uniform until that bitch Rita Knight made me aware of it.
“You look hot,” Saint says, cupping my pussy through my thong. “And I’ve always wanted to fuck a Lowell Academy princess.”
“Guess it’s your lucky day,” I rasp just before Caz’s demanding lips slam down against mine. He destroys my mouth as his fingers make quick work of my shirt. I gasp into his mouth when Saint rips my thong apart, exposing me to the room and plunging two fingers inside me.
“She’s so wet for us,” he exclaims, adding another digit and pumping his fingers in and out in rough thrusts. I squirm on the table, and Galen holds both my wrists in one hand as he leans over me from above, sliding his free hand down my body, his fingers finding their way into my left bra cup.
He fondles my breast, tweaking my nipple hard, and I cry out into Caz’s mouth. Caz lifts his head, licking his lips, his eyes darkening as he ogles my chest.
If any of them notice the scars, they pay them no attention.
In one swift move, he unclasps my bra at the front, freeing my breasts. Saint continues fingering me while Galen kneads my left breast and Caz’s delectable mouth suctions around my right nipple.
Between them, they tease and taunt me until I’m a hot, writhing mess.
My eyes land on the chair where Theo is sitting, smoking, and watching with an obvious hard-on tenting his jeans.
“Sit up.” Saint pulls his fingers out, and the two guys worshiping my chest pull back. “Take my cock out.”
I sit up, peering into Saint’s lustful eyes, reaching for the button on his jeans and popping the top one. I slide my hand inside his boxers, and he hisses through gritted teeth when my hand wraps around his long, hard length. I stroke him slowly as he plays with my tits. Behind us, the sounds of clothes being shed send my blood pressure sky rocketing.
I’ve had a couple of threesomes before. Me with two guys. But I’ve never been with four all at once. And these guys are hot as fuck and skillful lovers—if the gossip I’ve heard is reliable.
I yank Saint’s jeans and boxers down as he pulls his shirt up over his head. While he kicks his jeans away, Caz strips my shirt and bra off leaving me in only my skirt, which is currently still bunched up around my waist, my pussy on full display.
Theo tosses some condoms on the table, and I whip my head around to him. We stare at one another. A silent communication passes between us. He has his jeans undone, and his hand is stroking his cock, but he’s making no move to join us.
Saint yanks my head back around. “Eyes on me, baby.”
I scoot to the edge of the table and press my mouth to his chest, looking up at him through hooded eyes as I press hot, wet kisses all over his chiseled abs and chest. He places his hand on top of mine, still wrapped around his rock-solid erection, and he moves my hand up and down, urging me to continue. He lets go, and I pump his cock in strong, confident strokes, loving the dark glaze coating his eyes and the way he thrusts into my hand.
Someone fists a hand around my hair, tugging my head back and to the side. “Open wide,” Galen commands.
I take his cock into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks so I can take him all the way in. He’s huge, triggering my gag reflex when he presses against the back of my mouth. He eases out a little, and then I slide my lips up and down his wide shaft, sucking him enthusiastically, enjoying the sounds he’s making as I blow him. He fucks my mouth while I pump Saint’s cock and Caz fondles my tits from behind.
“Enough.” Saint removes my hand from his dick, lifting me up the instant Galen pops out of my mouth. My legs wrap around Saint’s toned waist as he walks us to the leather couch.
He drops me down flat on my back, nudging my legs apart and lowering his mouth to my pussy. His fingers dip in and out of me as he alternates with his tongue, ravishing me like a madman. I explode on his tongue, my back arching, hips jerking as I come all over his mouth.
He stands, grinning manically as he rolls a condom on. “You taste like temptation, Harlow Westbrook.” He leans over me, slamming his mouth against mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.
He lifts me up and sits down, situating me over his throbbing dick. “Ride me, princess. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
I lower myself slowly on top of him, feeling him stretch me as I take him inside my body. Alcohol buzzes in my veins, and I’m high on the right sensation as I start fucking him.
“Awesome ink,” Caz says, trailing his fingers over the design that stretches from my shoulder blades down to my butt. I flinch for a second, but quickly compose myself.
“The avenging angel, right, Lo?” Theo says.
“Don’t call me that.” I glare at him over my shoulder as I bounce up and down on Saint’s cock.
“Who are you seeking vengeance on?” Galen asks, stroking his cock as he watches my tits jiggle while I ride his cousin and best friend.
“Everyone,” I reply without hesitation.
“Fuck,” Saint grunts, digging his nails into my hips in a way I know will leave marks. “Your pussy is so tight.”
Caz brushes my hair over my shoulder, positioning his cock at my mouth. I open for him as Galen’s mouth latches around one of my nipples. Caz isn’t quite as big as Saint and Galen, and I take him all the way in. He thrusts in and out as he rolls my other nipple between his fingers.
Theo just watches.
He’s still in his chair, but he’s moved closer.
Our eyes meet as he watches me fuck his friends, and I see the pain. I almost feel sorry for him until I remember what he did. And that I’m numb to emotions.
The only time I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m fucking. It’s the only pleasure I permit myself, and right now, my pleasure-o-meter is off the charts.
Theo’s hand is working overtime behind his jeans, and his face is flushed. I can’t resist pushing his buttons when Caz abruptly pulls out of my mouth. “You can take my ass,” I offer, eyeballing Theo, my tone seductive, my expression sneering.
“I’m good,” Theo says, his voice strained.
“Your loss is my gain,” Caz jokes, grabbing a tube of lube from the bookshelf and squirting some in his hand before throwing it to Galen. Caz rolls on a condom and lathers his dick with lube as two wet, cold, slippery fingers push into my ass. I groan, grinding down on Saint’s cock as Galen fingers my ass, prepping me. With his free hand
, he rolls a condom over his long, thick shaft.
Saint thrusts up inside me with mounting urgency, his hands on my hips hurting as he pounds into me with wild abandon. He orgasms on a roar, his cock pulsing inside me, and I explode when he rubs my clit, spasming around him as his climax dies out.
Then we switch out, and I’m riding Galen as Caz takes me from behind. The sensation is incredible, and despite the hostility wafting off Galen in waves, this is the most fun I’ve had in ages. I could happily spend all night fucking these guys. Ignoring reality while I delay the inevitable.
As soon as Caz has ripped his condom off and come all over my ass, Galen flips me onto my back, wrenching my legs up over his shoulders as he pounds into me.
His eyes flare with hatred as he thrusts inside me, drilling his pelvis into mine, pushing his big cock inside me as far as it will go, nudging my cervix and causing stars to sprout behind my eyes. Galen has some stamina, fucking me mercilessly for ages, sweat glistening on his chest with the exertion.
Saint strokes his cock while he sucks on my tits. He calls Theo over when he notices he is close, and despite the reluctance in Theo’s eyes, he obeys his leader, coming all over my breasts the same time Saint does.
Caz has his jeans back on, and he’s drinking my vodka as he watches Galen fuck me like he wishes he was killing me. Galen’s hand closes around my throat as Saint toys with my sore nipples, rubbing his and Theo’s cum all over my bare breasts. “You have the best tits, princess.” He smirks, watching his cousin exorcise his demons. My pussy feels scratched raw as Galen pummels my insides. “And the tightest cunt,” he adds, as Galen finally detonates, his entire body tense and straining as he shouts out his release. A few strokes of Saint’s fingers against my clit and I’m coming again too.
The second Galen is done, he pulls out, tosses the condom into the trash can, yanks on his jeans, and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Saint scoops up my clothes, flinging them at me. “Time to go, princess.”
I don’t protest, but I don’t hurry either. Theo hands me some tissues, averting his eyes as I take them from him. I take my sweet time cleaning their spunk off my body and getting dressed. I stand, casting one last glance at the guys before I walk toward the door. I swipe the bottle of vodka from Caz’s hands as I pass, and he cranks out a laugh.
“Thanks for the distraction,” I say as my hand closes around the door handle.
And the awesome sex.
I think it, but I don’t say it because these guys’ egos are probably floating somewhere in outer space as it is.
“Distraction from what?” Saint asks, walking toward me in all his naked glory.
Damn, that man is sex on two legs, and my core throbs with need, which is insane after three orgasms and a ton of glorious, sweaty sex.
“Life. Death.” I shrug, but they all heard my voice crack.
Theo lowers his head but not before I glimpse the sorrow in his eyes.
He knows my dad just died. Figures he would have heard.
“You realize what you’ve done here today,” Saint says, stepping into his jeans.
“I know.”
“We won’t protect you,” he adds, pulling a smoke from a pack of cigarettes.
“I know that too.”
He closes the distance between us, placing his arms over my head, caging me in. “Good, because The Sainthood doesn’t do charity work.”
“I don’t want or need your help. I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.”
A lazy smirk ghosts over his mouth. He tugs sharply on my hair, yanking my head back. “I guess we’ll see just how vengeful you are, princess.” He presses his mouth to my ear. “Let the battles commence.”
CHAPTER 1
Four months later – start of senior year
“NEVER LOSE SIGHT of your surroundings,” Diesel instructs as a guy sneaks up on me from the rear. With one last strong jab, I punch the bloodied woman in front of me in the face, kick her in the ribs, and sweep her legs out from under her. She’s out cold before she even hits the grassy floor.
I swing around, instantly ducking down as the man’s clenched fist aims for my face.
He’s dressed from head to toe in black, like all my opponents are, but this guy is something new. His sheer brutality is different. He genuinely looks like he wants to bash my head in. And he knows his stuff, because I’ve barely had time to recover before he lands a firm punch in my gut. I stumble back but compose myself before his second punch makes impact.
We go at it like this is a real life-or-death situation. Punching and kicking, swinging and diving, dancing on our feet as we spar, pretty evenly matched. Blood trickles into my eye from the small cut on my brow, and I swipe at it with my sweat-slickened hand.
“Time out,” Diesel shouts, holding up bottles of water, and I curse under my breath. I can count on one hand the amount of times Diesel has ended a fight over the years he’s been training me. It almost always ends with my opponents out cold or clearly at my mercy. Either I’m losing my touch or he’s upped the stakes, choosing better quality targets for me to practice on.
My opponent’s smug smile angers me so much I strike the carotid artery in his neck with the side of my hand when he turns away from me, grinning as his legs give out, his eyelids flutter closed, and he crashes to the floor.
Diesel sighs, shaking his head as he approaches, offering me a bottle of water. “I wanted to do some close combat knife fighting today. It’s been a while since we focused on knife fighting skills and defenses.”
I take the bottle from him and twist the cap. “I know how to use my knife, and I always carry my blade with me.”
It took me a couple years to feel comfortable using knives because the sight of one used to trigger my trauma, but Dad arranged for this special form of hypnosis therapy that helped me overcome my fear. Carrying a folding knife is easier to conceal than a firearm, so learning how to defend myself using knives was a no-brainer.
I drain half the bottle in one go while Diesel prods the unconscious guy and girl on the ground. He talks quietly into his earpiece, and I know he’s calling in the cleanup team.
They always follow him here in a plain black van. Hiding in the shadows at the edge of the woods surrounding the field where we conduct our training sessions. Only revealing themselves when Diesel summons them to remove my bloodied and battered opponents.
I never fight the same combatants. It’s always new men and women. Usually a few years older than me. And I’ve often wondered who they are and where they come from. But I know not to ask questions. That was another thing Daddy taught me. I know they are here to help me. That they have kept this secret for years and that Diesel contacted me the day after Dad died to confirm the monthly weekend arrangement was still in place.
It seems, even in death, Dad is still protecting me.
Pain slices through my chest, attempting to infiltrate my heart, but I reinforce my walls and push the pain away. Like I do daily when the toll of Dad’s passing hits me anew, threatening to dismantle the armor I’ve spent years perfecting.
The best way I can honor the man, who meant everything to me, is to live the life he helped create for me. To be the person he shaped me to be. To force my emotions aside and focus on what needs to be done.
“Go shower,” Diesel instructs a couple minutes later. “I’ll meet you in the cabin.”
“Sure thing, Commander.” I toss him a sexy grin as I turn around, heading in the direction of the cabin that has been in my dad’s family for generations. My hips sway as I walk, and I can feel his eyes glued to my Lycra-clad body every step of the way. I shouldn’t tease him like this. Not out in the open where there are vigilant eyes, but sometimes, I just can’t help myself.
I walk into the cabin, instantly relaxing in the familiar surroundings. It’s been modernized over the years, and it’s more like a luxury vacation cabin now.
Originally, our ancestors built it as a hunting cabin, a
nd I imagine it was more rustic and rudimentary back then. Now, it boasts split levels with four en suite bedrooms upstairs and a large open-plan living and kitchen area downstairs. The lower level also houses a game room, bar, small gym, and study.
Dad usually worked while I trained, and on Sundays, I would do homework at his desk while he grilled steaks. Out back, there is a wide decked area with a hot tub, outdoor eating area, and grill that we made good use of anytime we came here.
We’re surrounded by thick woodland, and there is no other property for miles. Access is via a high gated entrance, and the entire twenty-acre site is protected by barbed wire and high-tech security cameras. There is only one way on and off this property, and it’s always been my go-to safe haven.
Mom doesn’t even know about this cabin.
Something else Dad and I were keeping secret from her.
All those weekends he told her he was taking me camping up the mountains, we were actually coming here.
Dad loved my mom so much. Anyone who spent time in their presence could attest to it. They worshiped one another in a way I’ve never seen with any other couple.
But he kept a lot of shit from her.
I’ve kept a lot of shit from her.
I’m still doing it, but it’s necessary.
I’ve promised myself that if I ever fall in love it will be with someone on an equal footing. Someone I can tell all my secrets to. Someone who will protect me in the same way I protect him. Not someone I have to shelter and lie to in the name of keeping him safe.
I trudge up the stairs and into my bedroom, opening a window to let some cool air circulate, before I head into my bathroom. It takes time and energy to peel my sweaty workout gear off my body, but after exerting considerable effort, I step into the shower, sighing as the cold water hits my flesh.
I let my skin cool down under the cold water, and once my body temp has reduced, I adjust the shower settings to warm. I wash and condition my hair and scrub at my body, and then, I stand under the warm stream of water, allowing it to ease my tired, sore muscles.
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