Page 9 of Their Will be Done

More rustling.

A stifled moan.

Mother of God, I can’t stand this. My brain seems very eager to fill in the blanks of what’s happening. In my mind, those two boys are doing some very, very naughty things to each other.

I shift again, and then freeze.

No, this can’t be happening.

Are those sounds turning me on? It can’t be. It’s more likely the fact that Zach’s brothers have my hands clasped like kids on a first date.

The weirdest first date imaginable.

But there’s definitely something happening between my legs. I’m starting to feel slick and tingly. Even my underwear’s becoming damp.

There’s another thump, a harsh indrawn breath, and then a deep moan.

Guess Jasper and Perry couldn’t care less about keeping quiet—they think they’re all alone in the abandoned library.

Oh my God! Jasper and I went through a whole lesson with him knowing he’d done this very thing just a few yards away? The pervert! Is that why he couldn’t concentrate?

I flinch when a hand slides around the front of my throat.

Damn it. When did Cass move behind me?

Outside the lair, Jasper and Perry break into a furious, grunting rhythm. I can’t make out if they’re in pain or ecstasy. Probably a little of both.

Cass’s other hand glances over my knee and up the inside of my thigh. I twist my shoulders, trying to get away from him. Reuben and Apollo tighten their grip on my hands.

I freeze.

No.

Bastards!

They weren’t holding my hands because they were damn well sweet on me. They’re keeping me still for Cass.

I grunt at them through the gag. Definitely not loud enough for Jasper and Perry to hear—although I doubt they’d notice a bomb going off—but I still end up with Cass’s fingertips digging into my throat.

His hand starts moving again, inching toward my center.

Outside, books rattle on the shelf as the boys’ pounding grows slower, but harder. I hear a muffled, “Fuck!” but I have no idea who said it because right now I have problems of my own.

Cass’s fingertips slide under my dress and skate over my hipbone. He hooks a finger over the elastic of my underwear and tugs it down an inch. The hand around my throat travels up until he’s cupping my jaw. He tilts back my head until I’m staring up at the silhouette of his head and shoulders.

“Lift your cute little ass so I can take these off,” Cass murmurs into my ear.

What the fuck?

I start struggling, but that somehow translates into me agreeing that he can yank off my undies and leave them tangled around my knees. I buck, and that’s when Reuben and Apollo grab my hips and shove me back onto the floor.

Panting into my gag, I toss hair out of my eyes and try to think of my next move while ignoring the fact that my body thinks this is all above board.

Lips brush my cheek as Cassius rains soft little kisses over my face and neck. There’s a tug at my underwear before he groans into my ear. “You’re fighting pretty damn hard for someone who’s already wet,” he says.

Heat washes over my face and sinks into my cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever been this humiliated in my life.

Outside, there’s one last thump, and a groan to rival the one Cassius just let loose in my ear.

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