“Oh yeah, because you hate hanging around with River all the time.” I lift a brow in accusation.
“We’re friends.” He blanches but tries to keep his expression neutral. “She’s cool.”
“Sure. Whatever you say. I’m gonna go and see what the princess wants.”
“Be careful,” he warns, making me laugh as I march toward the stairs, taking them three at a time.
“Wow, armed guard. It must be serious,” I mutter when I find Pacman sitting outside her room with his piece resting on his knee.
“I’m not chancing anything. Prez will off me without a second thought if I let her out of my sight.”
“I’ve got this, man. Go look after numbnuts downstairs.”
“She got him good. Real fucking good. But fuck, my balls jumped into my body right along with his. He’ll be lucky if he can have kids after that.”
He disappears down the stairs and I suck in a calming breath. I’m going to need it for what awaits me on the other side of this door.
Pushing the handle down, I slip inside. I find Sadie on her bed, her knees bent up as she stares at the TV across the room.
“Causing trouble, princess?”
“What do you want?” she barks, not even bothering to look at me.
“That’s rich. Weren’t you the one trying to escape to see me?”
“Maybe I came to my senses.”
“Yeah well, here I am. So have at it.”
Lifting the remote control, she turns off whatever she was watching, slides off the bed, and finally, she looks over at me when she’s at full height.
She’s dressed much like she was last night in only a thin tank and a tiny pair of shorts. My cock swells as I take in her dusky pink nipples behind the white fabric.
“Tell me you weren’t walking around in front of those two assholes looking like that.”
“So what if I was?” she sasses, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
I take a menacing step forward, expecting her to take one back, but she doesn’t. Instead, she just holds my stare, squaring her shoulders ready for the storm that’s approaching.
“You’re ours, princess. No one but us gets to see you like this.”
“I’m yours?” She scoffs. “That’s funny, because all I’ve seen of you recently is your back as you’ve run away. You’re a fucking pussy, Rhett Savage. You say all the right things but you’re too fucking weak to act on any of them.
“Dane, Wes… I know exactly how they feel, know precisely what they want. But you? You’re nothing but a bag of mixed signals.” She heaves a breath but isn’t done yet. “You want me. You need me. You hate me. You can’t bear to look at me. Yet, you what… you killed for me?”
I take another step toward her until we’re standing so close the burning heat from her body seeps into mine. Her cherry scent fills my nose, and the only thing I can think about is kissing her and reminding myself just how she tastes.
My hand shoots out, holding her throat in a tight grip. “You don’t want to push me, Sadie. You know it’s only going to get you hurt.”
“Maybe I want the pain, Savage.”
My jaw tics as I stare at her, willing her to do something other than wait me out, wait for me to say something, to open myself up to her like the other two have, like she wants me to.
“What do you want from me, princess?”
“Aside from your cock?” she asks with a smirk, ensuring that it goes full mast with the knowledge that she’s thinking about it. “I want you to grow some balls and tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want, princess.”
“Sometimes I think I might.” Her chin lifts with defiance. “But then you turn your back and run, leaving me with my head spinning and my body craving your touch.”
16
Sadie
Rhett’s fingers flex around my throat, his eyes flaring with a dangerous mix of anger and lust.
He hates it when I challenge him… but I know it turns him on too. I can feel it radiating from every inch of him.
“I don’t share what’s mine,” he says, as if we didn’t cross that line days ago.
“I don’t see anyone else standing here, do you?” I step into him, pressing my body flush with his.
Rhett’s fingers tremble around my throat as his thin rope of control frays. “What’s happening with you and Noble?”
“You know what’s happening.”
“You let him fuck you?” His eyes darken.
“And if I did?”
Rhett lets out a low hiss, his jaw clenching tight.
“I want you, Rhett. I’ve made that pretty obvious. But I also want Dane… and Wes.”
“Do you like being a dirty little whore, princess?” His lips curl in a vicious smirk. “Letting three guys fuck you is—”
The crack of my palm against his face echoes through the room.
“You hit me.” His words are cold. Lethal.
“You called me a whore.” I spit the words as we stare each other down.
He’s lashing out, trying to hurt me with cruel words and his rough touch. But I know Rhett, maybe better than himself. And this isn’t about what I want—it’s about what he wants. It’s about the fact that he can’t walk away from this.
“I’m not asking you to fuck them. I’m not even asking you to be with me when they’re around… but you can’t have me without accepting that I want them too.”
“If you think your pussy is that good that I’m going to stick around while you let Stray and Noble fill you with their cum, you’ve got another thing—” My hand flies toward his face again, but Rhett catches my wrist midair. “I’m getting really fucking tired of you hitting me, princess.”
“You’re a bastard,” I hiss, the words dying on my tongue as he squeezes my throat harder, shoving me backwards.
“I think I need to remind you of a few things.” He snaps the belt on his jeans and pulls it free. “Turn around.”
“Fuck you,” I sneer, fighting a smirk. It’s a game—this push and pull, the constant battle between us.
“If you’re lucky.” Rhett grins, and it’s such a rare sight, my chest cinches. “Now turn the fuck around.”
I comply, yelping when he grabs my wrists and forces them roughly behind my back. Using his belt, he binds my hands together and forces my body over the edge of the bed.
“Now if that ain’t a pretty sight.” He rubs his hand down my spine before shoving it deep into my shorts and spearing two fingers inside me.
“Oh God.” The words get stuck in my throat as he fingers me with a vicious rhythm. I grind against his hand, desperate for more.
“So fucking greedy,” he rasps, adding another finger, making my body tremble.
“More,” I chant. “I need more…”
Rhett chuckles darkly, ripping his fingers away and leaving me aching. He drops to his knees behind me and yanks down my shorts, and then he’s right there, eating my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. His tongue glides through my wet folds, dipping inside me. Greedy, big swipes. My knees buckle as I smother the needy moans spilling from my lips, but Rhett is there to steady me, his big hands clamped around my thighs.