Page 65 of Depraved Desires

“Are you okay?” I questioned, already knowing that he was far from it.

“Better now.” He gave me a weak smile and shifted in the bed, wincing before he clutched his ribs. “Might have to go back to the doctor. I think you may have rebroken them.”

I sighed, striding over to the empty side of the bed, and climbed in, lifting the blanket over me. There was a tray on Collin’s lap with an assortment of food, but it appeared to beuntouched for the most part. If I was supposed to stay with him today, might as well make the best out of it.

Neither one of us spoke for a long time, soaking in the silence that wrapped around us. Every now and then, he’d wheeze, which was often followed by a groan of pain. It felt weird being back here. Hell, it felt weird being around any of them in general.

The door opened, drawing our attention and Foster stepped inside with a tray of food and a can of soda. His gaze drifted from me to Collin before a muscle thrummed along the side of his jaw. Kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way toward me, offering me the food and drink.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, even though it was the least he could do. I was still mad at him for choking me earlier. It wasn’t my fault he had some weird deep-rooted issues, and it wasn’t my fault I was back here.

He grunted in response. “I ran into Myles on my way up,” he began, running a hand through his blonde hair. “He told me to come collect my shirt from you, that you aren’t allowed clothes until youcomplyto his request.”

I balked, my eyes widening. I thought he was bluffing. “Are you fucking serious?” I growled, rage simmering beneath my skin.

He shrugged, not giving a shit either way. “That’s what he said.” He held out his hand expectantly, a bored expression written across his face.

Kicking the covers down, I leaned up and tore the shirt from my body before throwing it at his head. He snatched it out of the air before it could make contact and then his gaze slid to Collin.

“No one is allowed to fuck her until Myles does,” he spoke.

I snorted at that. No one was going to be able to fuck me anyways. I didn’t want anything to do with these assholes, so it was perfectly fine with me.

“I don’t think I’ll be doing anyfuckingfor a while,” Collin breathed out, wincing with every word.

Foster nodded. “Just passing along the message.” He shot me one last look before he spun on his heels and left the room.

The cool air washed over my skin, hardening my nipples. I hated this, but it could have been worse. These are just another form of Myles’ mind games. If they wanted me naked, then fine. I wasn’t going to be ashamed of it. They’d already agreed not to take me against my will, so now, they were the ones who had to stare at me like this.

Collin swallowed, keeping his eyes pinned on the food resting on his lap. “You can cover up if you want,” he offered.

“Nope. Two can play at this game.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Foster

The next couple of days dragged on. Aspen was passed between us as she had been before all of this happened, except this time, she wasn’t allowed any clothes. After she left my room, she stayed with Collin, then she was placed with Myles, and tonight she’d be with Hunter. Collin wasn’t in any better of a condition, which led to him going back to the hospital last night. As expected, his ribs had been rebroken. Now, he was tucked away in his room until he was able to walk on his own again without feeling like dying.

My life was a fucking shit show. I just needed to maintain good grades, keep going to class as much as possible, and then get the fuck out of here. With everything happening, college has been the last thing on my mind, but I knew I needed to go. My chest tightened as my mind drifted to the guys.What about them? I knew Collin planned on going to college, but Myles didn’t seem like he could care less about furthering his education. Before Hunter started doing drugs again, he was hellbent on going too, but I wasn’t sure if that had changed.

I groaned, leaning my head against the headboard. We all needed to have a serious discussion. Graduation wasn’t far away now, and I preferred to be prepared. My hands ripped through my hair with frustration as my boner sent a warning to my balls making them ache.

I gripped my hard-on through my sweats, my frustration deepening. Mike’s words echoed around my skull causing my teeth to grind together.

He’s dead.

You aren’t like him.

You get to choose who touches you now.

Despite knowing the reality of the situation, I still relived these nightmares constantly. While I didn’t have them so much at night anymore, they came in the form of flashbacks—as reminders. He was dead, but he was still all around me. Mike was the reason I couldn’t be touched. He was the reason I was a monster. He was the reason my mom turned into a shell of the woman she once was. I’d never gotten her back. He stole her spirit, changed her until she was a fucking mindless whore, and then left her to rot without a care in the world.

Ihatedher for what she allowed him to do to me. Ihatedher for what she became. Ihatedher for leaving me with him. Even though she was dead, I fucking hated her.

Pushing myparentsto the back of my mind, I focused on the issue at hand. My throbbing cock. It’s been a while since I touched myself last and man was I feeling the repercussions of that.

Hooking my fingers in my waistband, I pulled my pants down my legs along with my underwear and left them around my ankles. Fisting myself in my hand, I started stroking up and down. My breathing labored instantly from the sensation, but then I sawher.

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