“Please,” Ben pleads, his voice hoarse. “I don’t know what I did, but I’ll do anything. My mom has money.”
For some reason, him bringing up his mom makes me angry. He never did anything for that woman, and now he’s offering her money?
Miles is hard behind me. Oh fuck. Does he like this? Do I like this? Sickness hits my stomach, and I struggle to get away from him. But it’s not him who scares me. I’m feeling too many things at once while also feeling nothing. I feel like I’m watching all this from outside my body while still feeling everything that happens.
Sawyer chuckles, but there’s nothing humorous in it. “You don’t know what you did?”
Miles doesn’t let me go, but he leans down and whispers, “You okay, shadow?”
No! Yes? Fuck, this is all too much. There’s too much touching me. I try to push his arms off me.
In a smooth move, Sawyer slices Ben’s dick off. I freeze. One second, it was attached, and now it’s not. There’s a roaring in my ears, and I stare at the bloody spot where his dick used to be. Dark red blood glistens.
Sawyer appears in front of me, looking like a vengeful, handsome god. He crouches down, eyeing me. “What, you can’t tell me you’d miss that tiny thing. There’s not a chance in the world he knew how to use it.”
I swallow. Blood is dripping on my socks.
“I want to give him one more taste of you before he dies.” Sawyer flicks his gaze up to Miles. There is some sort of communication between them.
“Cali?” Miles asks.
“What,” I clear my throat. “What do you mean?”
“I’m going to fuck you with his dick one last time.”
The roaring rings in my ears. I blink. What? He wants to do what?
Sawyer holds the appendage up in front of me. It’s smaller than it used to be, but not by anything crazy. It looks like a super lifelike dildo. I can’t believe all of this is real. It’s not real, right? It’s all so absurd that a laugh bubbles up in my chest. This can’tbe real life. But Sawyer just sits there in front of me, holding it. Faintly, I hear whimpers.
I shake my head. “Get away from me. I’m going back upstairs.”
Sawyer gives me a dark look. “How fitting, the little bunny runs away when she gets scared.”
I laugh harder. “You’re literally psychotic. One minute you’re nice and normal, and the next minute, you’re waving my ex-boyfriend’s dick in my face?” I shrug Miles’ arms off me and back away toward the door.
Sawyer watches me, completely still. He looks like he’s tracking me. Like he’s hunting me. My skin crawls.
“So you still have feelings for him then?” Sawyer growls.
“What? That’s where your mind went?” I laugh again. “You’re fucking insane. No. I don’t.”
“Good, then you won’t have any problem coating his dick in your pussy so I can shove it down his throat.” He’s still watching me with that unnatural look. I glance at Miles. His gaze is also dark but less unhinged than Sawyer’s. He raises an eyebrow. “We won’t make you, Cali.”
“Like fuck we won’t,” Sawyer snaps.
“For the love of god.” Miles turns to Sawyer. “Are you trying to woo her or traumatize her, Sawyer? Because sometimes I don’t think you understand the difference between the two.”
I just blink.
The door opens, and Ryder walks in. I snap my gaze at him. He has blue rubber gloves on and is carrying a plate. “I left the skin on. Thanks for not taking that off for me, you disgusting fuck.”
Sawyer bounces up with a smile. “Thanks, bro.”
Ryder hands the plate over and then leans back against the wall, looking me up and down. “Your girl is looking a little green,bro. This is rather PG for you. Still think she can handle you?” He turns to me. “There’s no shame in tapping out. You did tell me the other night you have no feelings for them, right?”
Miles and Sawyer freeze. They both turn in my direction. Sawyer looks disbelieving.
I clench my jaw.