Page 58 of Depraved Desires

“What’s your plan?” I demanded. “Come to finish what you failed to do last time?” My gaze slid to Foster’s again, knowing he’d probably be the one to make that call.

Foster didn’t hesitate, reaching over and grabbing me by my face, squeezing firmly. A fire blazed within his eyes as he glared at me. “Maybe. Is there a reason we should?”

My hand shook with the urge to punch him, but I had to remind myself that it would only make things worse for me. There were four of them, and one of me. “Like you need a reason,” I bit out despite the pain his grip was inflicting.

Myles chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter between the two of us. “I see she hasn’t lost her fire.” His hand moved to trail over my bare stomach before he reached my breast and started kneading it in his palm. Instinctively, Foster’s gaze followed the movement, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. Anger coursed through me as memories slammed into the front of my mind. My body tensed as he touched my breasts, even though I lowkey enjoyed the way his hands felt on my body.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” I said breathlessly, shifting uncomfortably on his lap.

“We don’t need permission. Talissa lets us do whatever the fuck we want,” Myles said, nuzzling into my neck as he pulled my back flush against his chest, causing his friend’s hand to drop from around my face. His hot breath swept over my skin, forcing goosebumps to trickle along the sensitive flesh. I shifted again, not liking the way my body was betraying me. A growl rumbled low in his throat, his hands tightening around my boobs, making me gasp. “You’re making me hard. I suggest you stop moving your ass along my dick before I bend you over the couch and fuck the living shit out of you.”

My body froze at his crude words, my head spinning. The last time he’d fucked me wasn’t all that pleasant. If it was anything like that, it would be a painful experience. The way he’d taken my ass so brutally without any preparation was still engraved into my mind.

“I’m not your fucking toy,” I gritted out, frustration clawing at me. “I’m not the same girl you left for dead; I’m stronger now.”

“We’ll see.” His right hand drifted to the zipper holding my top together and he tugged it down in one fluid motion, my breasts spilling from the garment. I didn’t bother fighting it, because what was the point? As long as he wasn’t trying to stick his dick in me, fuck it.

Foster looked away, a muscle thrumming along the side of his jaw. The thought of him not wanting to see me like this was comical. After everything,nowhe wanted to be chivalrous. “What’s wrong blondie?” I taunted. “You only want to watch if I’m getting raped?”

Myles released a full-on laugh, the sound music to my ears as much as I hated to admit it. It was rare coming from him, and I hated what it did to me. He slipped the halter from around my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Foster snapped his hand out again, grabbing me by the throat this time. I whimpered as he pulled me from Myles’ lap and onto his, hatred blazing in his blue eyes.

“You want me to watch, Aspen?” he growled, positioning my back against his front like Myles had done. One hand remained locked around my throat, his knees slipping between my legs and spreading them apart. “How bout I do you one better?”

With his free hand, he reached up my skirt, causing my heart to thud rapidly in my chest. Me and my stupid fucking mouth. Panic gripped me in its clutches as his fingers grazed against the soft material of my thong. His fingers pushed the front of my panties to the side and inched toward my center. My thighs clenched on instinct, but it did nothing since my legs were locked in place.

“Foster,” Collin said hesitantly, warring emotions flickering across his face.

“Shut up, Walker or it’ll be your dick inside her. Do you want that on your conscience?” When Collin didn’t say anything, Foster jammed a finger inside me causing my back to arch. A strangled and surprised moan tore from my throat.

The only time Foster has ever touched me was when he groped me that one time in his room. This was so unlike him—so unexpected. Fear and arousal battled together as they coursed through my trembling body.

“Is this what you wanted?” he demanded, his hot breath drifting across my ear. “You want me, Aspen? Is that it?” His words came out heated and frantic as he continuously plunged his finger in and out.

“I’m surprised you could even locate the pussy,” I retorted breathlessly. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I tried to refrain from touching him. They could do whatever they wanted to me. That would just be fuel to my fire.

His hand tightened around my throat until my breath thinned out. Panic encased me once again as I fought for oxygen. Black spots danced around my vision, fear consuming me entirely. He released me instantly, allowing me the air I needed. Sucking in greedily, my chest rose and fell in rapid succession.

“Just because I’ve never stuck my dick inside a pussy, doesn’t mean I’ve never touched one.” His words were dark and sinister, causing a series of chills to erupt through my body. This was news to me. Before I could think about it too much, he inserted a second finger, my pussy stretching around them. “You’re pretty tight for a fucking slut,” he grunted, the muscles in his arm straining as he continued torturing me.

Annoyance bubbled up inside me from the insult. “If I’m such a slut, then why the hell are you touching me?” I snipped.

“Because sluts get treated like sluts.”

His ministrations on my sensitive area had my toes curling within my leather boots. My breath caught in my throat as heatswept through me. I hated him. I hatedthem. Why the fuck was my body betraying me like this?

“Look at me,” Myles commanded.

Reluctantly, I turned my head to face him. His lips kicked up in a satisfied smirk. “I want to watch your face when you come,” he continued. “Know that Foster Henderson did it to you and that you came undone by his hand.”

Anger flooded me instantly, overpowering any desire I had for a release. I wiggled against Foster, trying my best to get away, but his hold on my neck only tightened, leaving me just enough room to breathe. His dick hardened beneath my ass, making a gasp flutter past my lips.

Foster was a monster, but he never touched me like this—never forced me himself. I don’t know what triggered this change in him, but it was terrifying. My core tightened as he hooked his fingers inside me and started hitting the perfect spot.

“I hate you,” I growled through pants as my body fought against my brain.

Foster’s hand loosened from around my neck, and he moved it to my breast, twirling my hardened nipple between his fingertips. A shudder rumbled through me making it even harder to resist. “That’s what makes this fun,” he whispered in a raspy voice, sounding so unlike him I didn’t even know what to think of it. A whimper tore from my throat when he inserted a third finger, my pussy burning from the intrusion. My head fell back against his shoulder as my breathing increased.

“S-stop,” I stammered.

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