Page 82 of Let Me
“You,”I say to Caden.
He exhales in my ear, as if he’s relieved. As if he expected a different answer.
“Who owns you now, Riley?” he asks, his lips brushing against my neck, stinging from Benji’s bite. “Who is ‘you’?” he snarls.
“You,” I say again. He sinks his teeth into me. “Caden,” I manage to gasp.
Benji’s mouth finds mine, and I taste my own blood on his lips. This kiss isn’t passionate; it’s desperate.
“Stop,” Caden snarls, and Benji laughs against my mouth and then pulls away.
Caden’s fingers leave my hair and he puts his hand on my throat, squeezing softly as he moans in my ear, emptying himself into me.
“Riley,”he says, “Fuck,Riley…”
Slowly, carefully, he pulls out of me and I feel empty when he’s gone. But he doesn’t go far. Instead, he and Benji both carry me to the table I saw in the living room, and Benji puts one of my legs over his shoulders as he slides in and out of me, Caden behind me, cradling my head.
“She’s fucking beautiful,” Benji says to Caden.
Caden’s fingers tense in my hair.
“If you come inside of her,” he says, voice low, “I’ll kill you.”
And that’s it.
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
I arch my back off the table, and Caden’s hands come over my breasts, cupping them, pinching my nipples, and his mouth is on my neck, and he murmurs in my ear, “Come for him, Riley. Come for Benji,” and I do.
God, I do.
And as my pussy tightens and releases against Benji with my orgasm, Benji pulls out, putting his fingers inside of me instead to give mesomething, and I feel him spill onto my stomach as he groans, low and deep.
Slowly, Caden pulls the blindfold from my eyes, and I look up, seeing his own ice-blue eyes in the darkness of this house.
His expression is unreadable, and I’m still in the aftereffects of having both of them inside of me, of climaxing aroundBenji.
But Caden bends down, his lips grazing against mine.
Then he pulls away.
I see Benji come back into the room with a white towel and realize with a jolt I hadn’t even noticed he’d left. He wipes me clean, his eyes hooded.
And then he looks up, dark gaze meeting my own.
“Okay, little girl. It’s time to talk.”
THIRTY-FIVE
Present
I CAN’T LOOK at Benji without wanting to kill him.
I know it’s why we came here. We discussed it beforehand. If she didn’t resist, if she didn’t say no, we were going to devour her. And we did. Now, we need to figure out who the fuck is in that video.
We scared her. I know that much. But she liked it. I know that too.
But for some reason, even after everything she’s done, even after Jack, I can’t bring myself to yell at her. I can’t bring myself to leave, either. Because if I do, if I go now, I’m not coming back. She’s bad for me. She’shorriblefor me. I have a company to run, a life to live, women to fuck.
