Page 57 of Foolish Games

Another tear trickles down my temple. “Let me up,” I whisper.

“We’re just looking,” Sebastian says, using his first and middle finger to pull my lips open. “Such a pretty little pussy, isn’t it, boys? I think it deserves to be seen.”

“Looks a little dry,” Tony says.

“You know, I think you’re right,” Sebastian says. He leans down between my legs, and for one moment, I’m sure he’s going to lick me right there, with all his friends watching. My whole body goes tense, but to my horror, hot tingles start between my legs at the thought. Another wave of humiliation crashes into me. Why am I so excited by the idea of someone watching us?

“Don’t,” I cry. “Please don’t.”

I don’t know if I could live through it if he eats me out in front of his friends.

Instead, he spreads my lips wider. Then he spits into my pussy.

The sound and the wetness of his saliva hit me at once, and my face burns like a thousand suns, even though the cold metal freezes my skin where it makes contact. I can already feel the air stealing every bit of warmth from his saliva, making my bare, wet flesh icy cold.

“That’s better,” he says, straightening and grinning down at me. “No shame in needing a little help.”

“Please,” I whimper, icy tears tracking down my temples.

Sebastian smears his spit into me, rubbing it between my folds and slicking his thumb over my clit. It throbs in response, and I’m sure I’m going to fucking expire with shame. A slow grin spreads over his face, and he slowly strokes the tightening bud with his thumb again. “I think my pretty kitty likes the attention,” he says. “She’s getting hot for me.”

The guys let out low, dark chuckles, and I don’t miss the undercurrent of lust in them. Paralyzing fear rips through me. There are four of them, and I’m the only girl. Even when Lexi comes back, it will be six against two. Unless I can get into my car and get my gun, there’s no chance I can fight them off.

Sebastian steps back, slipping his thumb into his mouth and sucking while he surveys my helpless form.

“How is it?” Billy asks. “Tastes the same, don’t it?”

“In the words of our fine president, tastes like pussy.”

“You’re a heathen,” I snarl up at him.

“And you’re a prude,” he says, then cracks a little grin and wipes his thumb on his jeans. “But a prude with a tasty cunt.”

“You got what you wanted,” I say. “Now let me up.”

“Like I said, fun’s just getting started,” he says, placing his hands on either side of my hips and leaning over me. “You look so fucking hot lying there on the hood of your fancy car, Princess Prude. Let me teach you how to let loose and have a little fun like the heathens do. You’re such a good girl. I can’t wait to turn you bad like me.”

“Don’t hurt me,” I beg, my voice cracking.

“I’m going to make you into a regular whore before I’m done with you,” he muses, casually reaching out to smear his thumb over my clit again. “But tonight, I’m just going to give you a little of what you’re too uptight to admit you want. You’re always on the sidelines, Viv. First for your brother, and now for me. But tonight, you get to be the star of the show. All eyes on you.”

He lowers himself between my knees until he’s kneeling on the ground, then peels my jeans all the way off with the help of Tony and Theo. They drop them, and he reaches for me, his thumb cold and damp as he smears it through my folds and pushes the tip against my entrance. A shudder goes through me, and I feel my body responding despite my fear.

“You’re in our world now, Princess,” he says. “Still think you can handle it?”

“No,” I cry. “You’re right. Please. Sebastian, don’t do this. Let me go home.”

“I thought you wanted a little taste of the wild side,” he says. “Isn’t that why you’re with me? To slum it for a while, see how the rough side lives?”

“Yes,” I admit. “But I’m done. You win. I can’t handle it.”

“But I haven’t given you what you came for,” he says, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. He slowly bends down, his eyes locked on mine, until he’s hovering just inches above my spread thighs.

“Look at me, Princess. Watch me get a taste of the high life.”

I buck my hips, trying to squirm away. “Let me go.”

“Not until you let go,” he says. “I bet you’ve never done it in your life.”

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