Page 37 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“Take your time, Tillie. Tonight was… a lot.” Nicky takes the helmet from my hands, placing both helmets on a bench, and just towers over me as his eyes flicker back and forth, looking for something.

He looks worried. Is he worried about me?

“I’m okay,” I promise him, placing my hand over his thudding heart.

I really am okay. I’m not scared little Tillie. I’m not going anywhere, I face my fears head-on now.

“See you soon, pet. The guys are going to be there for a while.” Nicky steps back from me, his index finger trailing over the dove necklace for a second before he strides into the house.

I chew on my bottom lip, debating if I should follow one or both of them into the shower, but I glance down and notice my hands shaking. Is this adrenaline or everything from tonight catching up with me?

I walk into the house in a daze, somehow ending up in Dom’s bathroom. I don’t even remember turning on the shower. I tug at my clothes, needing them off suddenly, like I’ll die if I don’t get it off my skin. Tearing at the leather, I step into the shower and sink back onto my heels, the hot water streaming over my body.

“Fuck,” I choke out, wrapping my arms around myself as I shiver, not caring two shits if the water is scalding hot.

Being in that pit with so many predators, feeling their stares searing into my skin… Cruz’s cold, blue eyes promised retaliation when I swallowed down Nicky’s cock like I couldn’t get enough. That part was true. I wanted to make Nicky tremble under my touch, even though I was the one on my knees, but I had to show Cruz that he doesn’t own me. That was me telling him that he means nothing to me and I’m done being the Tillie that was afraid to even breathe in the same room as him. He’ll never hurt me again.

Never again.

Repeating that over and over, I don’t know how long I stay under the showerhead, but I eventually climb to my feet and wash the grime and icky feeling of phantom stares off every inch of my body. Feeling somewhat in control of my emotions, I get out of the shower and go through Dom’s drawers until I find some clothing in my size. I don’t know why seeing clothes for me in his room brings tears to my eyes, but it does. It’s like him saying I’m here to stay, and this is your home with me. I select a purple, silk cami with matching shorts and walk barefoot out of his room once I’m dressed. I follow the low rumble of voices towards the billiard room and stop in the doorway.

Tey is leaning over the pool table, lining his shot up, and glances up at me with a wink just as he hits the white ball. His hair is wet, and strands of dark blond hang over his eyes, making me want to brush the pieces back. He’s shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants—my weakness. All women's weaknesses really. It’s basically telling you to stare at the sausage fest that’s on display for all to see.

Shaking out of the lust that is clouding my thoughts, I look over at Nicky and have to grip the doorframe as my breath shudders out of me. His smooth, porcelain skin with hard muscles across his biceps makes me want to bite them hard until I leave an indent on his skin and I want to run my hands over his strong shoulders. His wet hair is down, and I have the sudden urge to run my fingers through the long strands. I think this is the first time I’ve seen Nicky with this much skin exposed, and I’m not complaining because holy fuck. He's got an eight-pack that has my fingers twitching to skim over the ridges, maybe lick them too. Definitely lick them.

I devour his tattoos with hungry eyes. The black dragon curls around his ribs and down the sharp edges of his side until it leads into his black slacks. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I drag my gaze down to his belt, the clasp undone like he didn’t bother to finish dressing.

“He’s magnificent, isn’t he, peaches?” Tey’s voice is silky like velvet chocolate. It makes me shiver as he moves to stand behind Nicky.

I watch memorized as Tey presses his body against Nicky’s back, his hand sneaking around the dragon and trailing down his abs oh so slowly, stopping just short of the edge of Nicky’s belt buckle. My nails dig into the wooden frame of the door, holding myself back, but Tey taunts me with a knowing smirk as he gazes at me over Nicky’s shoulder. I gasp as Nicky suddenly spins around, his hand knocking Tey’s away and wrapping around his neck as he bends him backwards over the pool table. Nicky holds his grip tight, eyes burning hotly down at a smiling Tey.

“Come here, pet.” Nicky beacons with his index finger, taking his gaze away from Tey, but only for a second to make sure I’m following his order. My feet move across the hardwood floor before I can even think about what I’m doing. I’m not fighting it though. His voice calls to me with a dark promise that I want to listen to him. It will be worth all my pleasure. I stand at his side, my hip leaning against the pool table as I stare at Tey and the hand holding him down. “You do as I say and you get rewarded with pleasure, but you disobey and I will edge you over and over again until my name is the only word coming out of your mouth. Is that understood?” Nicky asks in that deep voice that lowers with each promise coming out of his sexy mouth, his fingers suddenly gripping my chin tightly so my gaze remains on him.

“Y–yes,” I reply shakily, feeling my core clench with what’s to come.

“God. I love it when you're in control. Gets me so fucking hard,” Tey says cheekily, his breath hissing as Nicky glares down at him while he tightens his grip on the pressure points around Tey’s throat.

“There's no God here. I’m your God. Say my name,” Nicky threatens through gritted teeth, his breathing rough as desire makes every muscle on his body stiffen.

“No.”

I’m not sure why that comes out of my mouth. Maybe it’s the challenge, to see how far he’ll go, or maybe I want to see his control snap? I’m a glutton for punishment, and if it’s delivered by Nicky… I’ll beg for it.

“You sure you want to go there, brat?” Nicky releases Tey, his attention now fully on me, which tells me I’m going to get very messy, even though I just showered.

Tey stands up gracefully from the pool table, standing shoulder to shoulder with Nicky. It makes me feel small as their gazes burn bright with lust and hunger.

“I think she wants you to punish her, Nicholas,” Tey declares, moving away to circle behind me, like a predator about to catch its prey. “Will you beg?” Tey whispers in my ear wickedly, his fingers winding into my hair at the base of my scalp before he tugs sharply. I whimper? Purr? Plead? I don’t even know because my eyes roll into the back of my head at the sensation of both the pleasure and the pain.

“Beg us, brat, and I’ll give you everything you've ever wanted.” Nicky steps closer to me, his abs grazing my breasts while Tey tugs my hair until my back is arched.

I pant as I feel Tey’s cock digging into my lower back, the piercing grazing against the bottom of my spine as he grinds against me with a growl. He honest to God growls. It causes my pussy to gush, that sound making my whole body shiver.

“Make me,” I challenge back with a snarl as I grind my ass against Tey, a silent plea to fuck me already.

“Oh baby, you have no idea what you're in for now.” Tey laughs, his sinful, pierced tongue drags across my neck in one long lick that makes my nipples harden into sharp points.

Nicky stares down at me silently, his plump lips slowly curling up at the corners until I know for sure that I’m in trouble. That smile is all Nicky; dangerous and really fucking hungry. All for me and our Tey.

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