Page 44 of Plaything

Wyatt stepped closer to me, the same dark look on his face as before. “You should have seen how desperate she was the other night,” he teased. He looked between my eyes as his thumb traced the apple of my cheek, gently touching my face. “I caught her touching herself in the hall, didn’t I, Baby?” He asked in a low tone.

I nodded.

His fingertips brushed along the skin of my neck before he gripped it just under my chin. It wasn’t hard or painful but firm enough to give me butterflies. “Tell Dominic why you were in the hall, Odette,” he smirked.

My gaze flashed over to Dominic, who looked intrigued but not surprised.

“I heard you,” I answered honestly, knowing Wyatt would call me out immediately if I lied, or he’d answer for me… and give more detail.

Dominic smirked. “I know.”

I blushed deeper. He knew? Why would he keep going then unless he wanted me to hear?

Wyatt let go of my neck, stroking my cheek as he placed his hand at his side. He glanced at Niko behind me. “It’s getting late; you should go to bed,” he ordered.

But... he was touching me, and Niko was kissing my neck. Why stop now?

...They really were toying with me. They knew how easily they affected me and were using it to their advantage. This was going to be horribly torturous in the best way possible.

Niko’s arms moved from around my waist to my hand as he gently pulled me into his room.

“Goodnight,” Aiden smirked as Niko closed his door.

Niko led me over to his bed, navigating us around his room, even in the pitch black. “Lay down, Cariño. I’ll go light a candle,” he instructed.

I nodded, although he couldn’t see. I climbed onto the bed, sinking into it slightly. I crawled under the covers, instantly comforted by his manly scent all around me. His blanket was thick and more comfortable than mine, making me jealous.

There was rustling around the room as Niko grabbed the candle and lighter, placing it on a nightstand across the room. “Better?” He grinned, walking over to the bed.

I nodded.

He climbed into bed, chuckling as he wrapped his arm around my stomach. My body was stiff as I lay straight on my back, arms to my side. I didn’t know how I was supposed to sleep in the same bed as someone else. Were there rules? Should we establish a border?

“What are you doing?” He grinned, pulling me close to his side. “I know you can’t be comfortable like that. Relax,” he coaxed.

Warmth spread through me as I relaxed, turning on my side so my back was curled against his front. “I don’t know; I thought maybe you liked your space?” I shrugged.

He pulled me impossibly closer, his dick pressing against my ass. “I don’t want any space between us,” he deadpanned.

My heart pounded, my dirty thoughts focused on his dick, only two pieces of fabric away from being pressed against my skin. Still very turned on from earlier, I bit my lip as I slightly wiggled my butt against him.

He gripped my hips. “Awe, Cariño, don’t even try,” he warned, amusement clear in his tone.

“What? I’m getting comfortable,” I played dumb. They admitted they were going to ‘play’ with me and tease me. Why shouldn’t I?

Niko’s’ grip on my hips hardened as he pulled my ass closer to his crotch, firmly pressing himself against me. “Are you comfortable now?” He challenged.

I bit my lip, finding it tempting to move again. I barely remember how it felt, but I knew for a fact that Niko was much bigger than Jimmy Erickson. It was almost unfair to compare the two. Niko was a man, Jimmy was a gross little boy. Unfortunately for me, that was the only other experience I had.

He loosened his grip on my hip and moved his hand to my chest. His arm was wrapped around my body, his hand resting in the middle of my breasts. “Who’s comfortable now?” I teased.

Peeking over my shoulder, I saw his eyes were closed as he breathed in the scent of my hair. I smiled, watching his eyelashes gently move as he fell asleep.

He really was tired. I laid my head down on the pillow. I wrapped my arms around his, hugging him close as I drifted off into the most comfortable sleep of my life.

In the middle of the night, I attempted to shift in my sleep, but my lower body was unable to move. Cracking my lids open, I groggily looked around, but Niko wasn’t anywhere in sight.

My hand grabbed the blanket, gently lifting it to see what weighed me down. I fought a tired smile at the sight of Niko, arms wrapped around my lower back as his head rested on my stomach, his big body between my legs, hanging off the end of the bed.

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