Page 28 of Contrition

I tapped her jean-clad thigh before winking at the Ferris wheel attendee. “We’re gonna have a nice, good talk,mi Estrella.”

She shoved at my shoulder roughly. “Fuck you! I don’t want to. Did that ever cross your mind? That I may actually need time to process being shared?! That it’s not just a hoax?”

As the carriage began to go backwards in its motion to add any other riders, I turned to her and tugged at her hair roughly. Her head slanted at the motion, another gasp tearing out of her mouth, but I didn’t miss the desire that clouded her eyes from the rough motion.

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It was my turn to growl as Theo twirled his own hand into her hair. “I don’t give a fuck anymore. You’re going to see how good it can be. How good we can both be. Together.”

twelve

ESTRELLA

“You remember how much we used to fool around in public?” Zack continued as his hand tugged at my hair again, forcing a moan out of my throat. His nose skated down the length of my throat, and I knew without a doubt in my mind that he was watching Theo as he took control of me. “Figured we may as well go down memory lane while we talk. What do you think about that?”

I swallowed roughly. “I think you’re both actually insane.”

Theo tugged at a lock my curly hair next, gently. “Probably. But you don’t hate it, do you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Zack groaned. “Mmm. Okay. Your safe word is ‘drumsticks’ then. You gonna say it? Because we’ll both stop if you do, and I’ll shout to the attendee to keep it moving. You just say the word.”

“D-Drumsticks?”

The laugh Theo let out was cruel. “Yeah, princess. Your days of fucking drummers are over. You won’t be needing that word any other damn thing than your safe word.”

I couldn’t help the sarcastic reply that came out of my mouth. “Oh, yeah? So, lead guitarists and screamers it is, then? Am I going to be fucked with a cordless mic one day? Grind my pussy into a guitar? Or is it only drumsticks that are off the table?”

Theo tugged my hair roughly next, taking me away from Zack entirely. I gasped at the rough action that had my neck craning towards him. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. I would bet our entire band on the fact that we could make you feel things that none of your other little boy toys over the years have made you feel.”

I blushed furiously as I looked him in the eyes. I didn’t know if that was a promise or an accusation, and I felt like I needed to defend myself. “I’m not a slut.”

His right eyebrow raised. “I never said you were one.”

Zack tugged my hair back again, forcing my eyes on his. I was already beginning to feel so overstimulated. “But you’ll be our slut. Won’t you,mi Estrella?”

“I—"

“Say your safe word then,” Theo snapped as he gripped my thigh tightly. “Say it, and I won’t make you come for us right here. I won’t spread your pretty little legs and make you cum on my fingers while you kiss your husband. Go on. We’re waiting.”

I opened my mouth to say it. To prove them wrong.

To prove to myself that I was stronger than the men that had held onto me for years.

Heat bloomed to my cheeks furiously when no sound came out of my throat. Instead, my eyes just danced between the both of them in embarrassment. And in an embarrassing amount of need.

Zack’s crystal blue eyes locked on mine. “Do you want me? Yes or no. It is a very easy question to answer.”

I shook my head. “You’re not playing fair.”

My mouth opened in shock as Theo’s hand slid across my throat and held on tightly. Just like Zack’s hand had done last night. Except, instead of forcing me to look at him, he forced me to look at Zack instead. “Yes or no, Estrella. We may not be playing fair—but you certainly didn’t play fair yourself when you kissed me to try to make him jealous, even when we told you that we both wanted you. We tried being nice, but you had to be a little brat. So, be a good girl now and answer thefuckingquestion.”

Zack’s mouth watched mine eagerly, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips.

I was still pissed.

I’d probably be pissed, bratty, and hurt for a very long time.

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