Page 108 of Hate Me

Frowning, I accepted then entered the chat, finding a few texts already there and continuing to come in.

Skylar: I’m ready.

Caleb: Darling, are you okay?

Bastian: We figured you were down for the night. You missed dinner.

Caleb: Want me to bring some up to you? Don’t worry, I won’t be cooking it. Talking about leftovers from tonight. Lasagna. Yum.

Bastian: Hold up, ready for what, beautiful?

She responded, but not with words.

A photo came in.

My jaw dropped as I took it in.

There she was standing in the dark of night out in the mansion grounds, trees surrounding her with the knife-throwing targets in the background. In only a blue lace negligee, identical to the one we’d ravished her in and cut off her before. From the flash of her camera, I could make out the matching thong beneath. She had a pair of strappy silver heels on too that only added to the overt sexy display. Her blue and silver hair was loosely curled and cascading about her bare shoulders.

Caleb: Jesus Christ.

Bastian: Fuck me.

Skylar: That’s the idea, boys.

Mmm.

Caspian: Us. That’s what you’re ready for.

Skylar: *winky face emoji* Catch me if you can.

Bastian: Want us to hunt you, baby?

My cock hardened in my jeans at the thought of it. Indulging in said kink was long overdue for me. And doing it with her invited a whole other level of thrill to it.

Caleb: You’re sure you want to do it like this our first time back together?

Skylar: Do your worst.

Caleb: Damn, darling, you’re calling us out. Especially Cas. Primal play is his thing. You’re asking for the animal. He won’t be able to hold back. Last time we played like that, I blacked out, it was so intense.

As he invoked that memory, that itch started underneath my skin, that depraved need taking hold.

Skylar: Bring it.

Caspian: You need a safe word.

Skylar: Smurf.

Caspian: Excuse me?

Skylar: Every time I think of it, I picture Bastian spitting out one of my fondant balls and saying it was like eating a Smurf.

Bastian: LOL. Good call. That will pull me out of the moment for sure.

Caleb: Me too. That memory is burned into my brain. Fucking weak, B.

Bastian: Fuck off, sugar junkie.

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