Page 11 of Rayne

Scrambling up the bed, I turn around to face them, sitting on my ass as I curl my legs toward my chest.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I confront Jett, glaring at him.

He smacks the crop against his hand a few times, cocking a smirk in my direction.

"Everything, little Tempest."

I'm teleported back to our youth, his nickname reminding me of stormy nights.

"Let me guess. You're going to tell Mom."

My gaze snaps to Hawk, eyes narrowing at his sarcasm. "You're not funny, Hawk."

He picks up the vibrator, flinging it to my feet. "Here. Go fuck yourself. It might loosen you up a bit."

I snatch the vibrator, throwing it back at him. He ducks, the purple shaped penis hitting the wall behind him.

"Do we have to remind you again of the consequences?" Jett taunts, and I shake my head.

"Eye for an eye," I repeat to him. "I was just returning the favor. Respectfully, go fuck yourselves."

Jett breaks out in laughter, grinning at Hawk. "I've missed the fiery banter."

"I haven't," I mumble.

He pauses, looking at me with a mad glint in his eyes. Grasping my ankle, he rips me down the bed, my dress getting caught under my back as it exposes me to the room again. He leans over me, slamming his hand down on the mattress next to my head as he glances down at me.

"I still remember how you scream," he says in a low tone.

"I'll scream again," I promise him.

He smirks. "Sound-proof rooms. You can try it if you want."

Fingers dig into my calf and I grab his forearm in response, digging my nails in. "Back off."

"Did you enjoy it?" Jett asks, my face pulling into a look of confusion.

"Enjoy what?" I spit back.

"The crop."

I stammer in bewilderment. "Obviously not."

"Not even a little bit?" he queries.

His hand brushes up my leg, stilling me. I shake my head, swallowing.

"Are you sure?" he asks, a knowing look on his face.

I have no idea what he's talking about, my body tensing up as his fingers trail up further.

When they brush against my underwear, I jolt up, pushing myself up the mattress as I gawk at him shell-shocked.

"Jett," I manage to choke out. "What are you doing?"

A hand swings out from the other side, grabbing my neck as I'm shoved into the mattress. Alarm bells go off into my mind, my airway cut off as Hawk squeezes my throat.

"You're wet," Hawk points out matter-of-factly. "We can see it. Funny, I would have pegged you for a praise girl."

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