Page 70 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
Fuck.
“What?” he said, pulling back to look at my face.
I flushed pink, or at least, I felt like I did. My face was probably already an unattractive shade of red. “No condom.”
His whole body froze. “You aren’t on the pill?” I shook my head. “You aren’t on the pill and you’re fucking all three of them?”
Now it was my turn to stiffen. He swore, rubbing a hand up and down my back. “I didn’t mean it like that. It's just an accident waiting to happen, is all.”
I swallowed hard, fighting back the post-orgasm mood swing. “I’m usually careful. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it in the morning.”
He gripped my chin, still holding me tightly to his chest, his dick softening inside me. “I’ll do it, Chaos. I’m sorry. I should have taken better care of you. You deserve better from me.”
This time I did cry.
Which was how the guys found us. The hotel room door slammed open, with Sampson silhouetted in the light from the hallway. Me crying, still on Evan’s dick.
The relief on Sampson’s face quickly turned to shock, which rapidly devolved to anger. “You son of a fucking bitch,” he roared, and Evan quickly put me down, setting me to the side and accepting the fist to the face. I grabbed Evan’s shirt and wrapped it around myself, running from the room. Otto was just outside the door, looking pale as he watched Sampson fighting on my account for the second time in one night.
I froze when I saw Hendrick leaning beside the elevators. “Is three not enough dick for you, Viva? Or are you finding my replacement already?”
The world went red, and I strode toward him, lifting my knee and driving it into his balls as hard as I could.
“Argh!” he yelled, falling to his knees, grabbing his testicles.
“You have no fucking right, Hendrick Kenley. No fucking right.”
A hand touched my shoulder, and I spun, ready to throw punches. Otto was there, his face soft. He threw a sad look at Hendrick, and leaned down to whisper something in his ear. Whatever he said made Hendrick flinch away like it had been a punch.
“Come on, Aviva. Let’s get you cleaned up and put to bed,” Otto murmured softly as he led me into the elevator and held me as I cried, Evan’s cum leaking down my thighs.
How had I fucked this up so royally?
Chapter38
Otto
Sometime, around three in the morning, Aviva had fallen into an exhausted sleep. We’d fucked this all up so badly, just like I knew we would. We’d ruined her, just like I’d warned them would happen.
I was just as much to blame as Hendrick and his self-destructive behaviour, and Sampson with his petty fucking jealousy.
Evan was a surprise though.
A knock on the main door had me standing, hurrying so it didn’t wake her. I’d locked the connecting door between the suites as soon as I’d gotten Aviva back to the room, and I had no intention of answering that one. Hendrick and Sampson could fend for themselves for once.
I opened the door, not particularly surprised to see Evan there. He was sporting a black eye and a split lip, and generally looked like shit.
He held up a small white bag. “For Aviva. I had to pull a lot of strings. Apparently, they don’t hand these out over the counter like they do in the States.”
“What is it?” I knew what it was, but I wanted him to say it out loud.
“None of your fucking business, Otto,” he hissed, and I shushed him.
“You didn’t even protect her. You fucked her when she was feeling low, like she meant nothing.”
His face went red, and for a split second, I thought he’d take a swing. Instead, he sucked in a breath. “She begged me, Otto. How could I fucking resist when she begged me to make her feel better, after you three played with her emotions like she was a sex doll and not a person?”
I gritted my teeth. We’d all screwed up, and it was Aviva who would shoulder the brunt of it. “I’ll make sure she takes it so she isn’t paying for your mistake forever. You should know better,” I shot at him, and closed the door in his face.
