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Pet? The three of them? He was serious. I glanced toward the door, and Weston shook his head. I could swear they were able to read my mind. The scenario was almost exactly like one I’d written about three months before. The tightness in my throat increased from the knowledge they’d been watching me for some time.
Clinton lifted his eyebrow, his low-slung growl rumbling in my chest. “What’s wrong, princess? Are you afraid every single fantasy you have will come true?” All three laughed, Christian dragging his tongue across his bottom lip. The revulsion continued racing through every muscle, but the sick desire I had was winning the battle.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t like you,” I told him before driving my fists into his chest, my voice nothing but an ugly whisper.
“You witnessed something that was only allowed to be seen and heard by Elite members. And you disobeyed the rules. You were told to remain in the party room. Were you not?” Weston asked the question casually as he removed his jacket, walking closer.
As he unfastened the long sleeves of his crisp white shirt, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him. He was even more muscular than I’d originally thought, and as he rolled the material over his forearms, I was struck by the magnificence of his chiseled angles, veins throbbing on both sides.
“You mean witnessing Christian almost beating a man nearly to death for no real reason?” I snapped.
“At least she freely admits it,” Christian said as he took long strides across the room and almost out of my sight. “I assure you that Theodore deserved much worse. He is a true pervert.”
And they didn’t think they were?
“Yes, you’re right. That means perhaps we’ll go easier on you, our little pet, if you repent of your sins.” Clinton rubbed his hand on his trousers, then jerked me closer. Everything about the man was possessive. But there was something else I couldn’t put my finger on, the kind of obsession that could make a man go mad.
“Repent of my sins? What does that mean?” I blurted out, hating the sound of the weakness in my voice.
“That means I’m giving you a choice,” he answered, then threw a look toward Weston.
“What?”
Weston grinned, desire emblazing his eyes. I could tell the three of them had a close relationship, which created a storm of butterflies inside. A sick vision of being taken by all three of them popped into my mind. “Let me think,” he continued as he tapped a finger across his lip. “Ah, yes. You can either accept our punishment, or your little friend Kennedy will receive it tenfold, and you’ll be required to watch. It’s entirely up to you.”
Every word out of his mouth, his superior attitude, and the way he acted as if he already owned me should have repulsed the intelligent girl inside, but I was far too excited to be angry. Or concerned. This was everything I’d wanted but had denied myself. Still, I refused to give in.
“What kind of punishment?” The three men were serious. Maybe the best thing to do was cooperate for now.
Are you still trying to fool yourself?
My inner voice was chiding, more so than I could handle.
Somehow, I’d find a way to tear down their organization. Even as I promised myself I wasn’t an active participant, my skin burning with desire from their controlling touches, I couldn’t seem to stop trembling, my resolve starting to crumble.
The fight inside of me continued, the woman I wanted to be versus the one I’d been forced to accept.
Clinton’s intense words was some crazy cue for Christian to turn around. In his hand was a leather strap, but not like a belt. It was thinner. I sucked in my breath as he cracked it through the air, moaning as the action made a crackling, whooshing sound.
“You’re going to beat me with a whip?” I was mortified, but suddenly, my panties were damp. I was crazy for wanting something so… brutal. Kinky. I had no thoughts to adequately describe what I was thinking.
“We might be savages, beautiful Ava , but it would be too much of a pity to mar your gorgeous skin. A simple spanking tonight will suffice. However…” Clinton allowed the comment to linger. “I assure you that we won’t be as gentle with Kennedy should you decline.”
“You’re a fucking bastard.”
All three men obviously thought my words were meant as a compliment, beaming from ear to ear.
“Actually, we are very reasonable men,” Weston added.
“You expect me to believe that?”
“You have a choice,” Clinton continued. “That’s only fair. What will it be, our disobedient pet?”
I had no other choice if I wanted to get out of here. “As long as Kennedy and I can leave afterwards, then spank me. I don’t care. But you won’t touch Kennedy. You won’t hurt her.”
“Hmm… Should we trust her?” Christian asked the others as he moved closer, still cracking the strap as if trying to terrify me.
“Why not? She’s a very nice girl, and we know where she lives. And we have cameras keeping an eye on her every move. Here’s the thing, Ava . As of tonight, we own you. That means you’ll come to us when we call, and you will do as we say, or the deal you just made is off. Is that understood?”
Clinton was enjoying every moment of this. If they thought for one minute I’d surrender to them under any circumstances, then he and the rest of them were out of their minds. I’d call my parents, then move us to a hotel until the end of the semester.
“Fine. Agreed.” When I threw out my arm for a handshake, Clinton lifted his eyebrows. It was a move he hadn’t expected.
He took a deep breath, the anger I’d seen in him fading slightly. Then he shook my hand, even more surprised my handshake was solid, more like a man’s. An instant shot of electricity tore through both of us, the current red-hot. Suddenly, my mouth was dry, my pulse racing.
Weston broke the odd connection by yanking out a chair. “I get to go first.” He patted his lap, and I instantly felt like a bad girl. There was no reason, nor did it make any sense. I turned my head, biting my lower lip. The way the thin material of his trousers stretched across his massive thighs was pronounced, but not nearly as much as the cloth over the thick cock between his legs.
He caught my lingering gaze and smiled. Then he beckoned with a single finger, patting his lap a second time. “Come here, little girl.”
Shame tore through me that I’d even agreed to this ridiculous moment. The only justification for losing my mind was that I knew they had some kind of spell over Kennedy. They would follow through with their promise if I ignored the deal I’d just made.
I moved closer, realizing both Clinton and Christian were not so patiently awaiting their turns. The way Christian was snapping the strap against his hand had a strange effect on me, my mind foggy as it tried to block out the sound. But the anticipation was exhilarating instead of terrifying.
Weston pulled me across his lap, yanking my dress up to my waist.
“What are you doing?” I immediately struggled in his hold, almost slipping off his lap. My action pushed his throbbing cock against my stomach, and I gasped.
He jerked me against his chest, holding me in place as he ripped down my panties. He had his arm wrapped around my waist, and when he issued a single hard crack against my bottom, I threw my hand back. Snagging it immediately, he pushed my arm down, digging his fingers into my skin.
“You’re going to remain a fighter. Aren’t you?” There was amusement in his voice instead of anger, the man obviously toying with me. When he brought his hand down several additional times, I sucked in my breath, trying to keep from tearing up.
“Yes!” I hissed, holding the anger deep inside of me. I kicked out my legs, which only added to the friction. My stomach remained in knots, but a crazy sense of desire formed in every cell. Panting, I tried to block out what I was thinking, but with every crack of his hand, both the pain and the wetness between my legs prevented me from doing so.
Weston issued six in rapid succession, moving from one side to the other. Then he had the audacity to caress my skin, issuing a husky growl. “I think our little pet is wet. What do you boys think?”
No. No. No. I was horrified that my resolve had shattered so quickly.
