“I can tell something’s wrong. You can’t lie to me,” Weston said in his low, husky, and very sensual voice. He nuzzled into my neck, his hot breath tingling more than just my skin.
“I’m fine. I just had a little argument with my assistant. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Lying to me isn’t in your best interest.”
When he swatted my bottom playfully, I issued a slight purr.
Weston nipped my earlobe and crawled his hand down my skirt, tugging on the hem until he was able to get his fingers underneath. The moment he slipped several past the elastic and lace of my thong, a moan escaped my lips.
“Is my baby wet?”
“You’re so bad,” I whispered and leaned my head against his chest, spreading my legs as wide as the tight confines of the skirt would allow. He flicked his finger back and forth across my clit, and I was certain I’d melt into him. His touch was different, his needs more intense than I’d originally realized. And the man had a kinky streak that shocked me.
“Tonight, I’ll shackle you to the bed blindfolded. Then you’ll wait until we’re ready to return. You won’t know which one of us is touching you. Tasting you. Or will you?”
“I’ll know.”
“Hmmm… We’re going to mark you, spank you, tease you. But you won’t be allowed to come until we give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” My knees were ready to buckle, desire swimming through me. He had a way of bringing me close with just the sound of his voice.
“You have three masters now.”
“How will that work? A big house together, a huge, king size bed?”
“Absolutely, but when you’re a bad girl, you’ll sleep in a cage.”
A thrill jetted through me. Then another flash, another face. Clinton’s face.
“That’s where you’re wrong. You have three masters now. Make no mistake that when we take you, and that will happen, you will learn what pleasures us. When you come the first time, you’ll beg for more, exhausted and overwhelmed with raw ecstasy. And I assure you that it will be the beginning of a beautiful affair. Every hole will be well used, but you’ll crave more, begging the man who owns you to continue making you weak.”
When had he issued the statement? I knew it had been Clinton. I’d recognize his voice anywhere. But when? How had I known them before? There was only one possible way.
The college they’d attended, but it was far removed from the one I’d gone to. How was it possible that we’d met, and why didn’t they recognize me?
My mind was fracturing. I was losing control of reality. Fear and uncertainty grabbed at every part of me, enough that I was paralyzed.
“Are you certain you’re okay?” His tone held concern.
“I am when you’re here.”
Then Weston pulled me even closer, pushing his thick cock into my bottom. “Such a tease my beautiful, little pet.”
His words were enough to push me to an orgasm, but when he drove all four fingers inside, my core was ready to explode.
“I can’t wait, baby girl, to fuck you tonight.” He kept one arm wrapped around my waist as he tormented me, swirling his thumb around my swollen nub.
I clung to his thigh, digging my fingers into his trousers. The man knew how to make me feel euphoric in seconds. “Mmm… May I come?”
Weston chuckled, the sound reverberating in my ears. “Yes, you can, little pet.”
My body had betrayed me over and over again around the three gods of men, and tonight was no different. As an orgasm swept through me, electric vibrations shot through every cell and muscle, leaving me trembling all over. He continued pumping his fingers, flexing them open and curling the tips, already knowing exactly the spot to keep me soaring.
“You will come for us, little pet, only when we allow you to.”
I opened my eyes, staring in the mirror. Weston hadn’t just spoken the words. They were in my mind, but… it was his voice. Just like I’d heard Clinton’s before. Panting, as I started to come down from the high, my body stiffened.
“What’s wrong?”
As I pulled away from his hold, he slipped his fingers into his mouth. Everything I thought I knew was wrong. I was certain of it. I folded my arms, the icy chill coursing through me burning.
“Maria. What is it? You’re white as a ghost.”
I lifted my head, uncertain what to say. “Are you going to be at the show?”
The concerned look remained on his face. He gripped both of my arms, and I shuddered, certain what I was experiencing was a memory.
“That’s one reason I stopped by. We have some business to handle, so we won’t be at the show. However, we’ll return by the time your last set is complete.”
“We, meaning the three of you?” Three different families. Three different businesses. One connection.
Crandall University.
“Yes, just something we’re considering doing together. Some business. I’m going to ask you again. Are you certain that you’re okay? Did anything happen?” He continued to brush his fingers up and down my arm.
“I’m perfectly fine, and why would anything happen?” I pulled away, sensing he was concerned about something himself. What were they hiding from me? I wasn’t fine at all. In fact, I was certain that whatever my parents had hidden from me revolved around a university I’d never been to.
The pieces of the puzzle were starting to collide.
“We’ll see you later. Knock ’em dead, baby.” Weston returned his fingers to his mouth, licking whatever taste lingered on his heated skin.
Before he walked out the door, he turned his head, studying me intently.
There was no doubt I’d met him before, that I’d been with him before.
And with the others.
I could also feel their combined touch searing my skin, echoes of their whispers tormenting the fog wrapped around my memory. But it was being peeled away minute by minute that I remained with them. My head was pounding, my blood pressure skyrocketing. I could feel it, as if at any moment my head would explode. I’d never felt such pain before in…
Pain.
Yes, I had. Very slowly I lowered my head, glancing at the scar on the inside of my wrist. As I pressed my fingers across the indentation, a ghostly sensation of agony almost made me double over.
Knife. Blood,
“Kill the fucker,” Clinton roared.
“I’ll do it,” Christian snarled.
All I could think about was getting away from them. No. No!
“No, Ava . Come back here. Don’t run,” Weston pleaded.
As happened every time, the vision faded before I was provided with answers. But the sensations remained.
Panic. Terror.
I couldn’t stop shaking, the vision as if it had just occurred. This time, I was able to capture and store it in the back of my mind, as well as the feelings I’d had. Run. I’d convinced myself to run far away from them. But why? Who had they intended on killing? They were chasing me. A dark forest. Rain. And blood. I clenched my eyes closed, trying to clear my mind and control my breathing. Slowly, another memory slipped into the darkest part of my mind.
“Where the fuck are they?” the male voice yelled. “She needs help. Now!”
Sirens. Lots of sirens.
“They’re coming! I hear them.”
“Not fast enough. Stay with us, baby. Stay with us.” His voice, pleading.
Blood. So much blood covering his face. So much…
“No. No. No!”
I pushed myself against the wall, dropping my head into my hands. As had happened before, the vision lingered long enough for me to capture three faces. Three faces I knew, their dark clothes covered in blood.
Clinton. Weston. Christian.
The three men who’d already altered my life, shattering my innocence several years ago. And the ones determined to do it again. Only this time permanently.
I’d lost control before, but that wasn’t going to happen now. I would learn the truth.
Yes… I would expose the ugliness behind the secret.
Then there would be hell to pay.