Page 59 of Depraved Desires

He was the enemy. He didn’t deserve to touch me like this. Foster didn’t give a shit about me, making that extremely clear when he shoved me off a fucking cliff and left me for dead. Even now, he continued to slut shame me.

“You don’t really want that, Aspen. Do you?” Myles questioned, directing my attention back to him. “You might hateus, but you love the way we make you feel.” He sounded so sure of himself that I wanted to deny it. But the sad truth is…he was right. They made me feel things I’ve never felt before. Sexually, of course. None of these assholes would get anything more from me. Even if I did have somewhat of a sweet spot for Collin.

Another moan ripped from me, echoing around the VIP section as Foster continued hitting that sweet spot. Before long, my hips were moving against his hand, humiliation tearing through me at the same time, but the urge to come was even stronger. His hand gripped my breast tightly sending electricity straight to my core. With every move of my hips, my ass brushed against his hardened length. A grunt fluttered past his lips, but he didn’t try to stop me. My abdomen tightened, sending me over the edge and a cry of pure pleasure left me, my walls tightening around his fingers as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

Foster removed his hand, my release all over it as it dripped down his fingers and wrist. “Stand and face me,” he instructed.

On shaky legs, I rose and did exactly as he said. “What now?” I asked breathlessly.

“Suck my fingers. I want you to lick off every drop of your come. Don’t disappoint me.” His eyes narrowed as he uttered the last sentence.

“And if I don’t?” I challenged.

A twisted smile curled the corners of his mouth sending tremors rocking through my body. He seemed even more sadistic than I remembered. “Then you’ll be punished. Just like old times.” He winked, clearly enjoying this.

Swallowing, I leaned toward him. All of their eyes were fixated on me, waiting to see what I’d do. I needed to choose my battles. If there was one thing these douchebags have taught me, it’s that they didn’t play around. My lips brushed against his fingers, his heated gaze following every movement I made.My tongue slipped out, licking the tips of his fingers before I widened my mouth and sucked just like he requested. The tangy taste of my release melted on my tongue, but at least it was mine. Removing his fingers from my mouth, I licked along his wrist until every last drop was gone, our eyes locked the entire time.

“Happy, psycho?” I snipped, pulling away completely.

His lips twitched in amusement. “For now.” He reached beside him, grabbing his glass of champagne. He offered it to me, my eyebrows jumping in surprise. “Good girls get rewarded.”

I snorted in response. “If it’s a good girl you want, you’ve got the wrong bitch.”

“So…you don’t want it?” he challenged, arching an eyebrow.

Truthfully, I’ve already had way too much to drink tonight. But given the circumstances… a sigh rushed out of me, and I wrapped my hand around the flute, instantly bringing it to my lips. The carbonated beverage slipped down my throat with ease, erasing the remnants of the release on my tongue.

Collin looked at me from his perch in the armchair, hesitation crossing his face like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. Finally, he cleared his throat when he realized I’d finally noticed him. “H-how have things been since…” he trailed off, but I knew exactly what he was trying to say.

“Since you assholes raped me and then threw me off a cliff after murdering my friend?” I hissed, my blood boiling in my veins. His golden eyes left mine and drifted to his hands that were folded in his lap. “I’ve been great.” The sarcasm rolled off my tongue easily, making him flinch. I readjusted my thong and backed away from Foster. “Thanks for the orgasm, but if we’re done here, I have shit to do.”

A dangerous laugh rumbled from Myles, causing my eyes to dart in his direction. “You’re not going anywhere. You escaped us once; it’s not happening again.”

Myles reached into the bag near his feet and pulled something out of it, curling his hand around the object so that I couldn’t see what it was. Fear sprouted within my gut at his declaration. I couldn’t go back to how things were before. I’d rather die than let them torture me as they saw fit.

“Grab her,” Myles demanded, rising to his feet.

Panic consumed me as Hunter and Foster both jumped up to do his bidding. My legs shook as I stumbled backwards, their dark gazes pinned on me. There was no way I’d reach the exit in time. I was far away from the staircase and completely out of sight. The only way out of this was to fight, and even then, those odds were slim to none.

Foster lunged for me, wrapping his hand around my bicep. Without even having to think about it, I jammed my stiletto into his sneaker, making him hiss out in pain, his fingers loosening around me.

“You’ll regret that, bitch,” he seethed, his blue eyes darkening.

When Hunter attempted to grab me, I threw the champagne all over his head, making his entire body tense before I tossed the glass on the floor. The liquid dampened his hair, dripping on his black hoodie and on the floor.

Strong arms wrapped around my midsection causing me to gasp out in surprise. “Sorry, Aspen. I just can’t lose you again,” Collin said apologetically. I bucked and moved against him, trying to do anything to loosen his hold on me. When I aimed my boot at his foot, he was faster, moving it away before it could make contact.

His ribs.

Guilt washed over me at the thought. He’d just been in the hospital over being beaten to a damn pulp. I hated that I even gave a shit.

“Sorry, Collin,” I murmured right before driving my elbow into his ribs.

He let go immediately, wheezing as he fell to the ground clutching the wounded area. A series of pained coughs rattled through his chest. The sound of him in pure agony made my heart squeeze in my chest. Fuck. I really hurt him. My resolve quickly dissipated, and I turned to him, regret coursing through me.

His body had curled in on itself, his eyes glassy with unshed tears as he held his arm over his ribs. Kneeling, I pulled him against me and closed my eyes. His body trembled against mine, but he made no move to hurt me for what I’d just done. The guys circled me as I held the injured boy in my arms, pain slashing through my chest at what I’d just done to him.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmured. “I-I guess I didn’t think it would hurt you that much.”

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