Page 88 of Plaything

“If that was all, you should have said something sooner,” I reluctantly said. I really thought I was doing it wrong, which would have been embarrassing in front of him.

Niko smiled down at me, grabbing my pencil again before flipping to a previous page in the workbook. I fought a groan as he pointed to another equation, realizing that I had messed up somewhere else.

“How do you undo a square root?” He questioned, a handsome sparkle in his eyes.

I looked down at the page, “The square root and the square cancel each other out,” I answered. I knew that.

“They’re the inverse of each other,” he agreed. He pointed to a number, “So why’d you multiply?” A playful edge to his tone.

I narrowed my eyes at the number, not knowing why I’d do that.

“I know you know how to do these. I’ve watched you solve twenty of them with no problem. It’s the same steps with different numbers,” he said matter-of-factly, wrapping his arm around my middle. You overthink,” he said.

“Maybe she’s nervous because you’re watching over her shoulder,” Dominic muttered, not looking away from his papers, earning a chuckle from Wyatt and Aiden.

Niko pushed his head back, seemingly offended. “Maybe she’s distracted by you making eyes at her every five minutes?” Niko shot back.

“Maybe she’s been doing math for three hours,” I imputed.

“Have we really been grading for three hours?” Wyatt grabbed his phone and looked at the time. He stood up, “I’m calling a mandatory break,” he joked.

My workbook was closed in a second flat. A break sounded lovely, at least for a little bit. Niko stood, helping me up with him. Cat was distraught, his peace disturbed.

Once everyone was on their feet, I tried to make my way to the kitchen. The four of them circled around me as if they all had the same idea. I felt tiny under all their intense, lustful stares.

There was a drastic mood shift, one that both excited me and made my nerves catch fire.

“Where are you going?” Niko asked in a dark tone.

My wrists were grabbed as Dominic held them tightly behind my back. “How are you feeling, Darling?” He husked against the back of my neck. Chills cascaded down my spine, straight to my pussy.

Just like that, my pollution factory was open for business.

Wyatt held a smirk as he brushed my fly-away hairs out of my face, leaving my face and neck exposed to them. “She feels hot; maybe we should take off a few layers?” He taunted.

A deep blush crept up my neck. I felt like their prey as they all slowly closed in on me. It was overwhelming, exhilarating, and all-consuming. They manipulated me so easily, turning my body and mind to mush.

Aiden wrapped his hand around the end of my—his sweater. “I want this back,” he cocked an eyebrow as of challenging me to protest.

Lust overpowered my embarrassment of being topless. “Then take it,” I encouraged.

The moment the words left my lips, I was ravished. The sweater was lifted over my head in moments, leaving the sleeves hanging off my wrists, which were still bound in Dominic’s big hand. My exposed skin was bitten by the chill in the room, making my nipples harden.

Niko’s fingertips brushed against my hip, playing with the waistband of the sweatpants, a devious smirk across his lips. From his look alone, I knew they were coming off. Instead of feeling nervous, I was surprised at my eagerness.

Something that I’d learned about myself since living here was that I was greedy. I loved having the attention of four men. Their touch was like an endless addiction I’d never tire of. The thought was scary because we’d only just begun.

Wyatt wasn’t shy about where his eyes roamed—not in the slightest. A lustful approval gleamed off his expression as if the bulge in his sweatpants wasn’t enough to flatter me.

Aiden’s eyes were glued to the swell of my left breast—more specifically, the tiny heart in red ink. Relief was mixed with desire in his eyes.

He didn’t look. I didn’t have the time to dwell on the fact that he didn’t look last night. I was so sure he would have because he had the opportunity to.

Aiden’s hand cupped my breast gently, his thumb gliding over my sensitive nipple. I flinched, but Dominic didn’t allow me to get far. Dominic pushed my elbows together, pushing out my chest, presenting me to their greedy eyes.

“Sensitive?” Aiden teased. He shamelessly pinched my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. I cried out at the sensation of pain and pleasure.

Niko’s hand slipped past the waistband of the sweatpants, inching his way to where I wanted him to touch me.

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