Page 59 of Absentia Mori

She punches in a code on the keypad, and I can’t help but memorize the pattern of her fingers. Force of habit. I draw in a sharp breath as we follow her inside her brother’sapartment.

For fuck’s sake…

Raithe lets out a low whistle. “So this is how you lot live.” It’s not a question.

The marble floors are shiny, swirled in colors of white and gray. The walls are covered in paintings, illuminated by the track lighting and art deco chandeliers. There’s a sunken living room with two black leather couches that wrap around each other like puzzle pieces. In the center lies a glass coffee table that faces a stone fireplace and the biggest flat-screen TV I’ve ever seen.

We follow her into another room that’s even larger. She throws her garbage bag onto the twelve-foot dining room table and sighs. “Home sweet home.”

Fuck. This place smells rich. Even in her blood-stained asylum clothes, she looks like she belongs here. Whereas the three of us heathens stick out like a disease.

“Bedrooms and bathrooms are upstairs. Feel free to use any of them. The kitchen’s just through there if you’re still hungry. Aries keeps this place stocked at all times in case he ever decides to come up here on a whim.” She points toward another door.

I stand there speechless. Uncomfortable. Painfully aware of my own filth and lack of status. “Thanks.”

She dumps the contents of the garbage bag out on the table, humming to herself until she finds what she’s looking for. Her eyes light up as she reaches for the gold and diamond-encrusted cigarette case. She clicks it open and takes out one of the joints. “I’m about to get really fucking high right now.” She lights it up, takes a long drag, and passes it to Raithe.

He takes it without question, puffing on it hard before he hands it to Fabien.

Libra looks me up and down. “Aries’s room is the primary suite at the end of the hall. Help yourself to his closet. I’m sure you can’t wait to get out of those clothes.”

I take a long drag from the joint, sucking the smoke deep into my lungs before I cough it out. “You want to dress me up like one of your trust fund boys?” I shouldn’t be annoyed, but I am. Aries’s apartment reminds me that these people never want for anything, while I have to scratch and claw for every single thing.

She narrows her eyes at me, a tinge of hurt flashing in them. “That’s not what I’m trying to do. Walk around naked for all I care.”

I double down. “Maybe I will. Better than looking like a clown.”

Raithe and Fabien throw me a look that seems to say,chill. But I’m still so bitter. I also need a good night’s sleep. The longer I stay awake my irritation grows.

Libra snaps her cigarette case shut, and the shrill noise echoes through the tension between us. “My brother isn’t a clown… Whatever. I’m going upstairs to take a shower. Make yourselves at home.” She glares at me before leaving. “Or don’t.”

My frustration turns to desire as I watch her strut up the stairs. I wonder if she’ll leave the door unlocked.I’m getting in either way.

“Come on, boys. Let’s go remind our little freak what it means to be owned by us.”

The door’s unlocked.

I smirk as the three of us creep into her room. We follow the sounds of rushing water against stone. Her bathroom is bigger than my entire room at Tenebrose. So many surfaces and walls to fuck against.

I glimpse her figure in the massive walk-in shower. Through the steam, she’s a dangerous vision of blonde hair and vanilla crème skin. I hear her breath hitch when she becomes aware of our presence. “One, two, we’re coming for you…” I murmur.

She plasters herself against the shower wall, her arms pressed back, not bothering to cover herself. We don’t rush to take our clothes off, instead we watch her sweat, breathless and ravenous, as she waits for us to undress one by one.

Her chest heaves as we enter her space. I turn the other shower head on and stand underneath it, letting the hot water wash away the blood and filth. Raithe and Fabien nestle up on either side of her and my cock hardens at the sight.

Fabien slips a finger through one of her nipple rings and gives it a light tug. She bites back a moan. Fuck. The things I want to do to this woman.

Raithe does the same to her other nipple. “You’re still our fucking whore,” he growls.

I stroke the length of my shaft, my stomach tightening as the blood rushes down to the tip. “Spread her open for me.”

She lets out a whimper, her face flushed. “We’re not in the asylum anymore,” she breathes. “You can’t just come in here and do whatever you want.”

A flutter of tingles shoots down my cock. “You going to stop us?” I stalk toward her, still holding my length.

Raithe and Fabien each pin one of her arms up and against the shower wall. Fucking hell, she wants this as much as we do. Her eyes tell me so much more than her words.

Fabien licks the side of her face. “Don’t you ever fucking tell us no.”

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