Page 58 of Savage Hate
Silas walks around to where I’m standing, placing an arm around my waist. “I do as she says,” he answers smoothly. “After all, she’s the one you hurt. Not me.”
Wright’s eyes fly to Silas’s arm around his waist. “Are you serious right now?” he asks, looking up at me. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you?” He laughs cruelly, trying to twist out of the zip ties. Lips curling away from his teeth, he narrows his eyes at me. “When did you turn into such a slut?”
For the second time tonight, his words pierce my chest and make it ache. I swallow and lift my chin slightly, ready to bite back with a mean response, when Damon walks over to me, running a finger down my arm. Goosebumps erupt along my skin and I visually shiver.
“She’s not just fucking him,” he says sensually, his finger running down the side of my body. I close my eyes and let out a low moan, forgetting Wright’s words as Damon’s finger trails down my thigh.
Wright laughs again, pulling me out of my stupor. “Funny, isn’t it? I could barely get you to fuck me, but you have no problem fucking these losers.”
I look down at him, an idea suddenly forming in my mind. “Funny, isn’t it?You were never able to make me come, but none of them seem to have that problem,” I mock.
His nostrils flare, and he looks away. “You’re all talk, Lennon. It’s so dull.”
The corners of my lips curl up. My teasing did the trick. He never did believe me, whether it was opening a bakery or leaving him. He acted as if he controlled my every movement, as if ten years together meant he was entitled to me and my thoughts. Of course, his ego the size of Manhattan couldn’t allow him to see the truth.
But I could show him.
Reaching around to Silas, I twist in his arms and pull his neck down, slamming my lips against his. He groans, nibbling my lower lip as he pulls my middle into his hardening cock. When I pull away, I smirk at Wright. Instead of saying anything else, I pull my shirt over my head, exposing the hot pink lace bra.
Thank God I chose cute underwear…
“Still think I’m dull?” I ask Wright, backing up into Silas and reaching behind me to cup his massive erection.
Wright looks at both of us disapprovingly. “What, you’re going to enact revenge by fucking this guy in front of me?” He’s trying so hard to sound unaffected, but I can hear the strain in his voice–the trepidation.
I shake my head. “No. I’m not going to fuck him.” I look at Jude and Damon. “I’m going to fuck all three of them.”
Damon and Jude both look at me with raised eyebrows, but the shock wears off quickly as Damon walks over to Wright and slaps another piece of tape over his mouth.
“I’m sick of your voice,” he says, his voice low. Wright’s eyes widen, and Damon pats him on the top of his head. “Be quiet as we fuck the shit out of your ex-fiancé, or we will actually find a very inconvenient place to tattoo you.”
Jude grabs a beer from the fridge and hands it to me, since he must see how my hands are shaking. He’s watching me with furrowed brows.
I drink half the bottle before setting it down, instantly grateful for him, for all of them. When I look between them, they’re all watching me with determined expressions, waiting for my next move. My stomach flutters with a mix of excitement and trepidation as I realize what I’m about to do—whatwe’reabout to do. Glancing one more time at Wright, I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, relishing in Wright’s groan of disapproval.
I know this is going to haunt him forever—just like the image of him fucking Darcy is going to hauntmeforever.
Tit for tat—except, instead of a tat, it’s going to be three guys fucking me at once.
I ignore the way all three guys are watching me hungrily and chug the rest of my beer. I will need some sort of liquid courage, something to relax me. When my pulse has calmed somewhat, I walk over to Wright. His eyes scan my chest, my taut, peaked nipples. He always loved my breasts, so this show is for him.
To rub it in his face, to make sure he always remembers his inadequacies.
I could not have thought of a better revenge.
“Silas,” I say, willing my voice not to shake. “Behind me.” I look over my shoulder at him, and something non-human looks back—something feral. His icy blue eyes are dark navy, his lids hooded as he slowly walks up behind me, pressing his bulging shaft into my ass. I grab his hands and place them on my tits, watching as Wright thrashes against his tied arms and legs, yelling something behind the tape.
“Twist them,” I whisper, taunting Wright. “Hard.”
Silas does as he says, and I moan, arching my back into him, squeezing my eyes shut. His calloused fingers are rough against the delicate flesh of my nipples, and the mild pain sends sparks flying to my clit. Everything between my legs begins to pulse with anticipation.
Jude walks to the other side of the table, bending over so that he can kiss me, so that Wright can feel the weight of him on the chair. His mouth claims mine, and he pulls my face into his with his hands just as Silas rolls my nipple between two fingers roughly.
I cry out into Jude’s mouth, and Wright screams from behind his tape.
“I thought I told you to be fucking quiet,” Damon growls before kneeling in front of the chair and pulling my hips toward his face. I gasp as his stubble scratches the flesh on my stomach, and then I feel his warm hands pulling at my leggings. I step out of my shoes and kick them under the chair, and Damon murmurs something unintelligible when he sees my matching pink thong.
Something electric pulses through me as Jude kisses my neck, pulling me forward so that I’m resting a part of my weight on Wright. When I look down at him, he’s watching me with pure hatred.
