Page 30 of Rayne

"Fuck," Jett groans, turning to me. "I'm disappointed in you, Tempest."

Confused, I look between them. My heart begins racing as I try to gather some knowledge about the situation.

"What?" I breathe out.

He reaches up, stroking my cheek. I flinch, but that doesn't deter him.

"We want to hear those pretty little lips beg."

Instinctively, I slap his hand away. Hawk presses the gun into me again, making me freeze.

"We warned you about the consequences," he whispers harshly. "You know what happens when you try to hurt us."

The irony isn't lost on me, but somehow, I begin to numb. The fears takes a backseat as anger returns. I laugh, looking him square in the eyes as tears still pool in my eyes.

"You're one to talk," I point out. "You've spent countless years hurting me and yet you've never had to worry about consequences."

He doesn't answer, and it only fuels me on more.

"You're pathetic," I spit out. "You exist to just make me miserable. And congratulations, you've achieved that. So, you're right. I do hate you, Hawk. I hate that we ever tried to give you a family. I hate that I ever tried to make you feel welcome when so many other children deserved that chance. I hate that you make me cry. And I'm sorry that you had such a shit childhood, but the thing I'm most sorry for? I'm sorry that you didn't do better. At least I lived a life full of kindness. I tried my hardest and never intentionally hurt anyone. That's more than I can say about you. So… what are you waiting for? You want to kill me? Then do it."

My eyes squeeze shut as I wait for the bang and pain. I know it's coming, but I've made my peace.

Seconds tick by and when I feel nothing, I open my eyes, gazing at them.

Slowly, Hawk lowers the gun, dropping his arm to his side. The three of us stand still, staring at each other in silence. Cars pass by outside, and suddenly, Hawk lets go of the lighter, sending us into total darkness.

I have half a mind to run, but I know I won't get very far. Something hits the ground in a soft thud, but before I can try to figure out what it is, warm lips are on me, colliding with mine.

A small groan gets caught in my throat as weight connects with my body. I'm pushed against the wall, lips never leaving mine. I can feel the gun pushed into my leg casually, and it dawns on me that it's Hawk kissing me.

It's not the kiss I would expect. It's not the same, tormenting kiss he gave me on the weekend. It's full of need and want, and when a hand threads through my hair, I realize I'm not going to be murdered—at least, not this second. I kiss him back, heart racing in sick relief.

Somewhere along the way, I drop my arms, my hands finding his waist as I let him touch me all over. When he steps back, I straighten up, and the towel drops from my body.

I quickly go to reach for it, but another set of hands grab me, pulling me by my arm. Someone picks me up, slinging me over their shoulder and suddenly, we're walking down the hallway to the short distance to my bedroom. My fingers grip his back, worried I'll fall and hit the ground head first.

Hands pick me up by my waist, flinging me forward, and I scramble through the air until my back connects with the mattress. I barely have any time to compose myself before someone is on top of me, pushing against my naked frame. Hot lips attack my neck, soft stubble rubbing against my cheek.

I run my hands over the figure, trying to identify them. As my fingers graze skin, a soft hum reaches my ears and I immediately recognize that it's Jett.

He stops kissing my neck, lips trailing over my skin to my ear. His teeth lightly pull my earlobe, sending a shiver down my body, and he whispers in my ear.

"If you think we hate you, you're sorely mistaken."

I struggle to process his words, but it's hard because his lips are back on my neck, biting and sucking my sensitive skin. Hands touch me all over, and it takes me a few seconds to register they are both feeling me.

Someone grabs my hair, fisting it in their grasp. My head is stuck to the side, and a second pair of lips find me. Hawk pries my mouth open with his tongue while Jett sucks my skin hard. A moan escapes me and Hawk's tongue strokes mine, silencing me.

Jett kicks my legs apart as he crawls into the open space. He cups my pussy, fingers teasing me as he pulls back from my neck with a pop. Sliding his warm fingers inside, my hips jolt against his palm, desperately seeking more friction. He pumps his fingers in and out of my eager body while Hawk captures my sounds of approval.

A hand clutches my breast, squeezing me before plucking my nipples between two fingers. I'm not sure who's where anymore—all I can focus on is their hands and mouths, feeling every inch of my body.

Something cold lands on the top of my thigh, and when Jett removes his fingers from me, Hawk also pulls back, the three of us panting softly.

I strain my eyes, seeing their bodies in the dark. Faint lights from the outside street posts shimmer over them, and when Jett pushes my thighs apart further, I gaze down at him. He looks back at me, but my eyes shift to my thigh, spotting the gun. Jett's hand is poised over it gently, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Without saying a word, he grips the gun, pulling it down between my legs. My eyes widen, mouth falling open to speak. Hawk grabs my throat, using his fingers to twist my head to look at him.

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