Page 24 of Entangled in Them

A table lamp was on, allowing me to see into the room. Kodee was standing at the end of the bed, with Ryan bent over it. Both men were completely naked, though Ryan was partially hidden from view by Kodee’s body. God, Kodee was beautiful, the lamp light glimmering off the rippling muscle beneath his skin. His ass was rock solid, clenched as he thrust into the other man. Moans of pleasure came from them both, and I had the sudden desire to slide right under the blond and spread my legs. Of course, I wouldn’t never actually do such a thing, and I highly doubted Ryan would want me there, either. He’d done nothing to disguise how little he wanted me in the apartment, and jumping in on his sex session would do nothing to make him warm to me.

I grew slick between my thighs and pressed them together, my lower belly tightening. I shouldn’t be turned on by this, but I was. What if they saw me? Would they be angry? They were associated with the Capello brothers, so I assumed they were dangerous, too. Everyone who knew the Capellos were capable of violence—it was what they thrived on. Only this wasn’t violent, was it? It was the complete opposite.

Unable to help myself, I slipped my hand between my thighs, my fingers resting over the top of my panties. It wasn’t masturbating if I was only applying a little extra pressure, was it? It wasn’t as though I had my fingers jammed inside myself. Oh, but God, my panties were soaked.

“You don’t come until I tell you to,” Kodee told Ryan, his voice low enough that I had to strain to hear it. “I don’t want you touching your cock until I say so, do you understand?”

Ryan’s gasp followed. “I understand.”

“My cock stretching you is so beautiful. I’m filling you up, Ryan. I’m gonna fill your ass up with my cum.”

His words made me even hotter, and I leaned against the wall to keep my balance, my thighs trembling. I touched myself harder, pressing the spot right above my clit and rubbing in fast strokes. I was breathing harder now, and I hoped it wasn’t so hard that they’d hear me. But they were making plenty of noise of their own and seemed too caught up in each other to give me any thought.

I knew this was wrong, and I shouldn’t be touching myself while watching what was clearly a private moment, but now I’d gotten started I couldn’t bring myself to stop. My arousal grew quickly, building higher and higher, and I rubbed my clit more vigorously. In the bedroom, things seemed to be reaching their climax, too, the slapping of flesh on flesh almost fierce now.

This wasn’t like me at all. Sex wasn’t something I actively sought. I’d never had to before—it was always something that was a part of my life, whether or not I liked it. But, for the most part, I did like sex. I didn’t always like the person I was having it with, but I could still take pleasure in it. This was different, though. For once, I wasn’t the one being exploited or perved over. I was the one doing the perving.

I was close, just like the two men in the room. I pushed my other hand under my t-shirt and cupped my bare breast. My nipple was hard in my palm, and I caught it between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed, adding in a little twist. I groaned, and my body folded in two, squeezing every inkling of pleasure out. I’d almost forgotten where I was, forgotten the two men in front of me, who, by the sounds they were making, were as close as I was.

A voice came from behind my ear. “They’ve left me out because of you.”

Dillon!

I managed to hold back a squeak, not wanting to alert the other two, and snatched my hand away from between my thighs and my hand out from my t-shirt. I was sure I could smell my musk on the air, and the man currently standing right behind me must have picked up on it, too. I wasn’t wearing many clothes—only my panties and top—and the heat from his body so close behind mine burned against my skin. My breath was locked tight in my chest. What was he going to do? My face burned at the possibility of him telling the other two.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Sorry for what? Landing in our laps, or spying on those two?”

Being handed over to these three was hardly my fault. I didn’t get to say who I was given to. I was a pawn in the lives of powerful men. My life hadn’t been my own for as long as I could remember. I didn’t even know how to function as a normal person. I’d never had a job, or my own apartment, and I only had vague memories of being at school. My mother had sold me when I was barely into my teenage years. I wasn’t stupid—or at least, I didn’t think I was—but I had no qualifications. I wasn’t school smart, but I wasn’t street smart either. I knew how to survive men, however. I knew how to give them what they wanted, or I had until the last one.

I didn’t answer, and instead tried to turn from the open doorway. I came face to face with a bare chest, tattoos scrawled across his skin and down his arms. Dillon had been wearing a shirt before, and I’d seen no sign of the tattoos, but now here they were, only inches away from my face.

“The show’s not over yet,” he growled.

I tried to sidestep him. “It is for me.”

He blocked my path again, and to my shock, he pushed his hand between my thighs, grazing the top of my panties. His touch was like a jolt of electricity to my pussy, and I gasped, but he didn’t touch me further.

Instead, he brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed. “So, you like watching them together, aye? Turns you on.”

“It’s sex” I muttered. “Of course, sex turns me on.”

His green eyes narrowed in the dim light. “Even two guys? A lot of people would be disgusted.”

I stared right back. I wasn’t normally this defiant, but something about this guy was bringing it out in me. “Did I smell disgusted?”

His shoulders relaxed a fraction, and the hint of a smile touched his lips. But then his fingers wrapped around my forearm, and he tugged me away from the open door, I assumed to prevent the others to hear us talking.

“Hey,” I protested, and he let me go.

“You don’t want to get on the wrong side of those two.”

“What about you? Aren’t I already on the wrong side of everyone?”

“Aye, you are, but things can always get worse.”

I didn’t like the threat in his tone, but what could I do? I was just one girl against three big men, who clearly were more than happy to live on the outside of the law. Not that I really knew how to live on the inside of it myself.

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