Page 17 of Heirs of Havoc

He’s off the toilet in a flash, his cock still in his hand. Backing away, my foot stumbles over the other.

Slam!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Pushing off the ground, I rush for the door.

Now’s your chance.

My hand lands on the knob, swinging it open.

You’re almost free.

“Going somewhere?”

“Oof!” A wall of muscle stops my path.

Make that two walls of muscle.

Chapter Seven

Vlad pushes me back into the room, his hard chest against mine as warmth rises to the surface of my skin.

“Get dressed.”

Lev follows behind him, closing the door. They’re dressed down today. For them, that means dark blue jeans and leather motorcycle jackets. One black. One red.

Vlad has his zipped down to his pecs, and it’s hard to stop my eyes from roaming. As hard as it is to pull my eyes away from Lev’s abs in his open jacket.

“Morning.” Lev winks, his greeting bringing my eyes back to his. He sticks his tongue out, wiggling it. “Lemme see.”

My brows knit.

“Get dressed,” Vlad repeats, a cup slamming into my chest. “And eat this.” He tilts his chin behind me. When I follow, Feliks leans against the bathroom door, his rod back in his pants. He doesn’t need to look at me to have that scene replaying in my head. Pins and needles dance on my thighs just thinking about it.

“I know you’re all having fun." Keeping my voice low, I don't want the other students to know I have three massive men in my dorm. Dean McQueen made his rules very clear. "But why don’t we cut to the chase, end the misery for us all, and tell me what you want?”

“Who says we’re miserable?” Lev pushes his chin towards the cup in my hand. “Apple sauce. Soothe that sore tongue. But if you’d like something else, say the word.”

“Eat that. Get dressed,” Vlad repeats like some mafia robot.

“Why?” Crossing my arms gets Lev to stop looking at my chest.

Vlad gives me a look like I asked him if his tats are real. “Because I said so.” He takes a step forward, his brother following. Taking a step away, my back hits Feliks’ chest, his warmth on my body.

“You should do what he says, Bunny.” Feliks’ hands come to my shoulders and I’m reminded of where one of them was. Wrapped around his long girth. “You know what Vlad’s like when he’s angry.”

“What happened to the outfits?” Vlad reaches for the dresses at the foot of my bed.

“She’s as stubborn as always,” Feliks responds, a lighter flicking behind me. Turning around, Feliks's thick lips wrap around his joint.

“You can’t smoke in here. I’m in enough trouble.”

“Stop me,” he replies, taking a long pull. The look on his face isn’t threatening, neither are his lazy words, but I know better.He spins me around.

“Put this on.” Vlad pushes a dress at my chest. Red sequins with a plunging neckline. Ew. “I don’t have all day."

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