by Ella Miles
I give him a tight smile. He’s the honest, practical one and his words make sense. As much as I want to piss off my father and possibly save myself for a bit longer, I don’t want to do it if it risks their lives.
I finish my beer. “Take me to my father tonight. You shouldn’t wait any longer, not when Odette’s life is on the line.”
None of the guys speak immediately. I assume they are letting me drown in my sorrows, or maybe buying me a harder drink before they take me. Or maybe they’re calling Beckett to let him know about their plan.
Lennox and Gage walk away; Gage with his phone to his ear, probably arranging the meeting. I slump into my seat.
“Trust us, Princess. We’re the Retribution Kings; we don’t get revenge unless it’s deserved,” Caius whispers against my ear.
“And we’re about to get revenge for you against your father,” Hayes whispers in the other.
I have no idea what either of them are talking about, how they can help, or why, but Hayes holds out his hand to me. His wicked eyes warn me that if I take his hand, there is no going back.
I may not know who I used to be, but the woman I am now doesn’t back down from a challenge. I put my hand in Hayes’s—challenge accepted. I just don’t have a clue what I’m saying yes to.
18
Ri
Hayes leads me through the club to a backroom. He kisses the back of my hand and winks at me before leaving me alone in the room and walking out.
My heart thumps in my chest as I wait for him or one of the guys to reenter and tell me what’s going on. But minutes tick by, and no one enters.
I put my hand on the doorknob; it doesn’t turn. I’m locked in.
I glance around the room. It has several couches, a pool table, a dartboard, a stripper pole, and a small bar in the corner. It must be used as a private party room.
I walk over to one of the couches and lie down as I yawn. I might as well make the most of my time and take a nap while I wait for the guys to return.
A loud slam of the door wakes me. I jolt up, expecting to see the guys, but instead find the lights flickering and a dozen guys with devil masks.
I rub my eyes, thinking I must be dreaming, but the men all continue to stalk toward me. I realize this is very real, and I’m in very real threat of dying.
Music booms through the room, and the club lights continue to strobe, making it impossible for me to see everything. I don’t know exactly how many guys are approaching me, but it’s too many for me to escape from. I grab for the pillows behind me, thrusting one in front of me like it is somehow going to protect me.
Fuck, what are the odds of another gang coming after me? Did my father put out a reward or something to find me?
“What do you want?” I ask, but they don’t answer me. They just stalk toward me like a group of lions circling their prey.
“The Retribution Kings are here. They’ll kill you if you touch me,” I say, hoping my warning is enough to back them off.
“They’ll have to catch us first,” a deep voice growls into my ear as he grabs my shoulders.
I dig my nails into his hands, trying to fight him off as two more guys lunge at me. I kick wildly and scream for help, trying to keep the guys from advancing long enough that someone can hear me and come to my rescue.
The music is too loud for anyone to hear, though. One of the guys catches my boot in his hand. Another grabs my other foot. I’m defenseless. My only hope is that the Retribution Kings still want to rescue me again, knowing that I have no information to help them. Hopefully, my value as a trade commodity is enough for them to come to my rescue.
I continue to struggle in the guys’ arms, expecting them to tie my arms behind my back, drug me into unconsciousness, and drag my lifeless body out of here and into a car. What I don’t expect is the removal of my clothes. My jacket goes first, then my shoes. Then a hand pushes underneath my shirt, palming my breast.
I freeze.
These men are going to rape me. What do I do? How do I save myself?
“Don’t act like you won’t enjoy this, Princess,” heady words are whispered into my ears.
Princess.
The club lights flash again, and I see a camera set up in the corner of the room. I count the men—one, two, three, four. Not a dozen. I look at the shirtless men and study the tattoos on two of the torsos.
It all happens in a split second. My brain processes what’s happening. These guys aren’t strangers coming to kidnap me; these are the Retribution Kings fulfilling their promise to save me.
A smile lifts before I realize there is a reason they didn’t tell me. They wanted my real reaction. They wanted me to show fear so my father couldn’t blame me for losing my virginity. The guys are wearing masks, so they can’t be identified. And they are all going to participate, so if they are somehow identified, they’ll all take the blame.
I told them earlier I’d be willing to fuck them all. They know I want this. They know I’ll enjoy this. But it doesn’t stop my heart from racing to terrifying speeds.
Can I really handle this? Four guys at once?
I’m about to find out.
Caius starts lowering a blindfold over my eyes.
No, I want to see. My mind will play tricks on me if I can’t see. But Caius’s stern eyes through his mask say I don’t have a choice—being a little terrified is a good thing.
I take a deep breath and surrender as the blindfold goes over my face. But I can’t hold back my scream as my jeans are shredded from my body.
A maddening chuckle rings out around me. These fuckers are enjoying my fear.
My body is lifted up off the couch, and I’m carried by my legs and arms. I land on a hard surface—I’m guessing the pool table.
I fight as I feel my arms being lifted over my head and my legs being spread. I scream some more, enjoying the thrill now that I know who’s doing the scaring. We haven’t even gotten to the enjoyable part yet.
The fear should be gone now, but it’s not. My titillation grows stronger every second, not knowing what to expect. What are they going to do to me? Am I going to like it, enjoy it, crave it? Are they going to push my limits too far? Is this the right thing to save me from my father, or am I only going to provoke him?
None of it matters—I want this. For once, I’m doing something for myself. I don’t know if I’m a virgin or not. I don’t know who I’ll be forced to marry or if I’ll find a way to escape. What I do know is that even though I have four beasts holding onto my limbs, this is my decision. This is me taking control and them fulfilling my fantasy.
I’m guessing this is how Caius is paying me back for saving his life.
My tank, bra, and underwear are still on as my arms are held above my head and my legs spread. I hiss as a thumb rubs harshly over the bandage on my wrist.
“Sorry, Princess,” someone leans in and whispers. I don’t know why I can’t identify who he is by his voice. His lips press against mine upside down. I can’t match the kiss to Hayes’s or Caius’s previous kisses, just that his tongue slips in, swirling around and setting my body on fire.
I don’t know why none of the other guys have touched me yet except to spread me on the pool table. I’m guessing that while they may want it to look like they’re hurting me, they don’t actually want to hurt me. They want it to feel good, and they’re giving me another chance to stop it.
They plan on being gentle while pretending to fuck me hard. Not going to happen.
I bite down on my kisser’s top lip. He groans and jerks my wrists tighter, causing me to bite harder.
He must signal to the group because that’s when I finally feel their hands starting. A hand rips my tank from my body, shredding it until my stomach and back are bare, and I can feel felt scratching against the scars on my back. Nails claw down my smooth stomach, and I suck in my stomach as fingers glide over my panties.
I buck my hips, wanting more than just rough nails.
“Be careful what you b
eg for, Princess,” another voice whispers in my ear. A hand reaches behind my back, undoes my bra, and removes it from my body. I fight for the fun of it as the men work the bra off my arms.
“Play nice, Princess.”
“Never,” I defy.
Another set of lips takes over my mouth, kissing me so hard that I forget to breathe. His tongue dips in and out of my mouth, giving me no time to react when I feel another’s hands pinch my nipples.
“Jesus Christ,” I curse.
A loud hackle howls through the room at my reaction to the simple touch.
“Somebody isn’t used to being touched. Just wait until we’re through with you. We are going to ruin you for every other man.”
I have no doubt they will. I can’t imagine a hotter experience.
A tongue licks down a sensitive spot on my neck as a mouth encases my nipple.
I moan as the tongue swirls over my sensitive bud—flicking and sucking and working me so that my entire body is electric. I’m pretty sure I could come just from whatever his tongue is doing to my nipple alone.
Lips land back on my mouth, lips I think belong to Hayes, and I feel another pair kissing up my legs.
I freeze—not that I have much movement—but every hair on my body stands up as the man between my legs roughly kisses up my inner thigh. My legs are still pulled apart, my feet flat on the felt table with my knees spread, fully exposed to the man between them. The only thing blocking his view is my black cotton panty underwear.
For a moment, I let my thoughts drift to what the guys must be thinking. Do they find me attractive even though I’m not wearing lingerie? Even though I’m not experienced? Even though they don’t care about me?
My thoughts are just a distraction from the guy inching closer to my sex.
Am I really doing this? Am I really going to let them fuck me—all four of them?
The man gently kisses over my panties, and I suck in a breath, still not completely sure if I’m going to go through with this. I’m brave and smart, but can I really do this?
“Awww,” I half growl and scream as I feel teeth nipping my sensitive clit through my underwear. The heat that spreads is like nothing else. Lust consumes me. If I hadn’t already forgotten all of my memories, I would in this moment. I can’t turn back. I need to feel him and every other man in this room inside me. I need them to fill me, to fuck me.
I feel his smirk over my underwear, knowing he was the one that convinced me. I’m a depraved soul who needs to be fucked by four men in order to be saved.
My panties are ripped from my body, and then I’m naked in front of them. Despite music filling our ears, I can still hear their heavy breathing. The fact that I don’t feel anyone kissing, licking, or nipping at me anymore tells me they have all stopped to stare at my naked body.
I try to curl away, slightly embarrassed that I’m completely naked in front of four gods. But the arms holding me in place don’t let me.
“You’re beautiful, Princess.”
“Maybe we should start calling you Goddess?”
“Our sexy Princess.”
“Slutty is more like it.”
I hear all their comments whisper over my skin. And then it’s all of their lips finding a different piece of my skin to worship. My thigh, my stomach, my neck, my lips—all sensitive areas, but nowhere I really want them to kiss.
“Please,” I cry. I should be careful with my words if I don’t want my father to think I agreed to this depravity, but my please could easily be mistaken for a cry to let me go instead of a plea to fuck me.
Chuckles ring out around the room, and then they give me what I beg for. Hands descend on my breasts while lips suck my nipples hard. Harsh lips devour my mouth. But the fingers dancing over my clit are what have my toes curling.
A thumb brushes over my clit, and I jolt at how intense it feels. I simultaneously feel lips smirking at my mouth and nipple, laughing at my reaction.
I’ve got to hold it together. If I react this strongly to a thumb brushing over my clit, I’m never going to survive the intense feeling of them all fucking me.
Then the man between my legs does something fucking incredible. His mouth presses over my sex, and his tongue finds my clit, flicking and sucking it.
My back arches, my hips drive up, and the damn scream that leaves my throat vibrates through the entire room.
“Holy shit!” I curse. It’s so much.
It has to be Caius between my legs. No other man would worship me so and want me to feel this good before he fucks me.
I still can’t see anything with the blindfold, and I’m beginning to think that’s a good thing. I don’t think I could handle how intense I’m feeling while watching them. I’d be too self-conscious.
“You’re so wet, Princess. I can see how wet you are from here,” is whispered into my ear.
I moan and squirm while they continue to pin me to the table.
“Come, Princess, come all over my tongue.” The tongue flicks into me as a thumb presses over my clit, and I come. It ripples through my body, starting at my core and then bursting out of me.
My mouth opens to scream, but lips tighten over mine, not letting it out.
The men shift, and I feel different hands, tongues, and mouths on me in different places. If I carefully studied how the scruff feels, how rough each hand feels, the tenor of each of their voices, I could make out who’s where, but I don’t care. I just want to be fucked so hard and passionately that every time a man tries to take what’s mine from me again, I remember this moment. I remember how it feels to have four men worshipping me. How good it feels to be so desired and wanted.
And then everything changes.
I feel a hardness settling between my legs, and my heart rate quickens.
“I want you, Princess.”
“We all do.”
I suck in a breath. I’m worked up, wet, and so fucking ready for the next step, but these guys aren’t going to take it. I have to.
I push my hips down and encompass his tip. He doesn’t have to be asked twice—his cock pushes further inside me, making me cry out at how tight it feels. He feels enormous between my legs. He’s not going to fit. I consider asking one of the other guys to fuck me first when I feel the return of a mouth over my nipple and another sucking my neck.
“Breathe, Princess. It will feel so damn good soon that you won’t be able to believe you almost told us to stop.”
I nod.
His cock slides all the way in, slamming into me with such force that I’m seeing stars, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight and wet and mine,” he growls.
He takes his time sliding out and then torturously slowly back in, hitting every spot I didn’t know existed. Each thrust fills me with pleasure. It’s overwhelming, all the sensations in my body. I can’t even register them all. Their touches, kisses, licks, moans, growls. All of it I’ll replay later when my life is very different from now.
“God, I could fuck you all the damn time.”
“Too bad it’s my turn.”
The man slams into me one more time, then pulls all the way out. Another man enters me. This one is longer but thinner than the first, hitting even deeper new spots.
My body trembles as he fucks me, and another mouth sucks my clit while he’s inside me. A cock is pushed against my mouth, and I suck it, loving having a man in two of my openings. My mind goes to what it would feel like to have a man in my ass as well, but then I shiver.
A chuckle strokes my ear. “You’re not ready for that yet, Princess.”
But I feel a finger press at my asshole, circling it and giving me a tiny taste of what it might feel like. The touch alone almost sends me over the edge again.
“I’m. Going. To—” A mouth captures mine, keeping me from being able to scream out my orgasm.
I’m so close, teetering on the edge of the most explosive orgasm, when I hear an intense growl. One that demands the
attention of the entire room. It sucks all the air away. It rumbles louder than the sound of the music through the speakers.
There is no mistaking who just interrupted the most intense orgasm of my life.
19
Ri
The guys flee from my body left and right as I hear footsteps barreling through the room while I lie helpless on the pool table. I have no energy after being fucked to help, but I force myself to at least sit up. I need to get the blindfold off, which is stuck tightly on the top of my head.
Finally, I rip it off in time to see six feet of angry maleness approaching me. I don’t know who his fury is directed at or why he’s angry exactly, but it consumes everything as he rages toward me.
I can’t tear my eyes away from him to look at the condition of the other guys. All I see is him.
As he gets closer, his eyes shift as he takes in my state, my nakedness. He’s searching for something; I don’t know what. It causes his eyes to darken into lust-filled orbs.
Then, without a word, he scoops me into his arm. Somehow, he cradles me with just his one arm. I expect him to throw me over his shoulder fireman style, but he doesn’t. He holds me tight to his chest, and then he runs out of the room like we’re being chased by a monster.
That’s when I lose it.
How dare he tell me what I can and can’t do with my body!
How dare he tell me who I can fuck!
How dare he pull me away from one of the best fucking experiences of my life!
I beat my hands against his chest and start kicking, wishing I knew how to defend myself, but he only grips me tighter. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I hear voices, and he ducks into a room.
He kicks the door shut behind him and throws a lock with his shoulder. We’re in a public bathroom, I realize through my anger.
“It’s okay, Princess. You’re safe. I’ve got you. I won’t let them hurt you. You’re just in shock.” He grips me tighter, but finally, I kick free.