Page 62 of Depraved Desires

Darkness blanketed me, enveloping me in its clutches. It had to be after four in the morning and I still hadn’t managed to sleep a wink aside from when I’d been forced to by whatever drug Myles had jammed into my neck. The pillows between me and Foster didn’t help either. I felt suffocated—like I couldn’t move. The boy beside me obviously wasn’t having the same issues. His even breathing reverberated throughout the room which only pissed me off more.

My body ached, my eyes were tired, but I was too uncomfortable. Reluctantly, I reached forward and removed the pillows from in between us, tossing them to the floor. He was the one who wanted me to sleep in here in the first place; the least he could do was be more hospitable. I’d face whatever repercussions came with this, but I just wanted a decent night of rest after working.

I scooted closer to the boy sleeping nearby, making sure to leave enough space between us. The mattress shifted beneath my weight, but finally, I didn’t feel so restricted. Placing my hand beneath my head, my eyes drifted closed.

The next morning, I awoke with strong arms wrapped around me and something hard digging into my ass. My breathing labored as I recounted everything that had happened last night leading up to this moment. Turning my head, I spared a glance over my shoulder. Foster’s eyes were still closed, and he didn’t even stir in his sleep.

Maybe if I could somehow untangle him from my body, I’d get out of this position without him ever knowing. I shifted in the bed, trying my best to weasel my way out of his grasp. He groaned, making my body tense. His grip tightened around me, and he buried his nose in the column of my neck, still very much asleep.

The door creaked open, causing my eyes to dart in that direction. Myles stood in the doorway; a look of surprise etched into his features as he took us in. I discreetly shook my head, internally praying he wouldn’t fuck me over on this.

A sinister smile curled the corners of his mouth as he closed the door behind him and then folded his arms over his chest. “You two look cozy,” he said way too loudly, making me flinch.

Foster’s arms tightened and he stirred from behind me. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was awake. I could tell by the change in his breathing and how tense his body had become.

“What the fuck,” he growled from behind me, his voice more alert than expected given the fact he’d just woken up.

Foster quickly untangled himself from me and I wasted no time rushing off the bed and putting as much distance between us as possible. His hair was a mess, making him look even moreedgy than usual. I didn’t have much time to appreciate the way he looked because he was throwing the comforter from his body and stalking toward me.

Fear coursed through my body, and I practically dove behind Myles. He wouldn’t protect me. I knew he wouldn’t, but it was the only thing I could think of.

“You want my protection, little dove?” Myles asked, humor slithering through his words.

I peeked around the massive guy standing in front of me and chanced a look at the blonde who was seething and shaking with rage. His lips were curled in a deadly snarl as his eyes locked on mine.

“I can explain,” I began from behind my human shield.

Foster stalked forward, his gaze sliding to Myles. “Move,” he growled, the sound sending chills through me.

Without hesitation, Myles stepped to the side, making me an easy target.Asshole. I shot him a glare. But the douchebag just grinned in response like he was enjoying this.

“Explain to me why the fuck you were pressed up against my dick,” Foster demanded, approaching me.

I rolled my eyes, already annoyed by his misplaced accusations. It was partially my fault because I’d removed the pillows, but it wasn’tmepressed againsthim. “Last time I checked, you were the one wrapped around me,” I shot back against my better judgement. “How was I supposed to know you were a cuddler?”

Myles snickered from his spot a few feet away which seemed to add fuel to Foster’s fire because he was shoving me up against the wall in the next second, his hand wrapped around my throat.

My nails bit into his arm which made his eyes flash with fury, and he tightened his grip on my neck even more making it harder to breathe.

“T-the pillows,” I choked out through pants. “Made it hard to sleep.”

His facial expression morphed into confusion before he released his grip on me and I buckled forward, gasping for air. “Fucking dick,” I sputtered, clutching my stomach.

“Don’t do it again,” he snapped.

I sucked another breath of air into my lungs before I’d finally managed to compose myself and then I lifted my head to meet his gaze. “The next time you touch me, I will touch you back,” I warned, sick and tired of his double standards.

“Sounds kinky,” Myles chipped in with a smirk as he strode over to us. “Does that rule extend to me?” His arm snaked around my shoulders, and he pulled me against his side making annoyance bubble up inside me along with another feeling I didn’t even want to consider.

It felt like we’d all fell back into some weird ass routine. I pissed them off, they retaliated, and then the cycle started again. This time around, I’d be smarter while I bid my time in secret and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. I’d never forgive them for what they did, but I could play along for now.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Foster demanded, narrowing his eyes.

“It’s lunch time, fuck wit. I just brought Collin up something to eat. You may want to feed her though.” He inclined his head toward me for emphasis.

Foster groaned, running a hand down the front of his face. “We really slept that long?”

Myles smirked in response, his gaze sliding to me. “Cuddling will do that to you.” He winked, making Foster glare at him. I snorted in amusement. He wasn’t going to let Foster live that down and I was here for it. Anything to get under his skin.

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