Page 113 of Snake

Nim

Idon’t know why the hell I’m not putting a stop to this. If I was anything close to a decent girl, with even a hint of morals, I’d be out of this courtyard so fast these two would get whiplash watching me leave.

But they’ve seen right through me, to the agitated, churning mess inside.

I feel sick to my stomach, but bleak at the same time.

That’s the thing with asking so many questions and having to wait an eternity for the answers. You build up this expectation...and when the truth doesn’t come close to matching it, it’s like the floor drops out from under your feet.I thought I was meeting two charitable families who’d decided to help out a kid by putting her through college.

I looked at those two strangers in there, Donatella and Jet, and I tried to wrap my head around the concept that they’re my parents. But I couldn’t do it. Every time I thought of my mother, and my father, Ruth and Oscar would flood my mind.

And the funniest thing is, I’m pretty sure Dona and Jet would have made excellent parents. I mean, Romi is an amazing person—warm and sweet and intelligent. I don’t know Jet’s son, but Gray looks smart—if a little stand-offish. But when Jet and Dona look at each other...It’s nothing like the hungry, selfish look I’d seen my parents give each other. And the way Dona kept staring at me? Like she’d just found something she’d thought lost forever...and couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

So yeah, I’m a fucking mess right now. I want to hate everyone involved for being so wrapped up in their own shit that they couldn’t come up with a better idea than handing me off to a couple that should have never had kids in the first place. They say they were trying to protect me, but it feels like they couldn’t get rid of me fast enough.

And why would they risk bringing me back here if my parents hadn’t been blackmailing them?

Nothing else makes sense.

I let out a startled sound when strong fingers wrap around my bare arm and tug me around. Silas traps my gasp with his mouth as he ducks his head to kiss me, and then my back is slamming into the oak tree.

Shoving him, trying to get my breath back—it doesn’t help. We’re a foot, maybe less from where Knox is calmly smoking a cigarette.

By now I don’t turn into a blushing wreck at the thought of one of them having me in view of another...but for fuck’s sake, we’re in the middle of a courtyard surrounded by glass walls.

Private, this isn’t.

Secluded? Not even a little.

But Silas doesn’t give a fuck, and apparently neither does my body. When he shoves his hand under my skirt and rips away my underwear, I’m already wet for him.

He shoves a finger inside my pussy, letting out a tight, “Christ, girl. Just how pissed off are you?”

I grab his wrist when he tries to pull away his hand, and I yank it up, forcing his finger knuckle-deep inside me. “I’m fucking furious.”

“Jesus, hurry it up,” Knox mutters, grabbing his cock through his jeans as he watches us from the corner of his eye. “If I’m making a mess, it’s not going to be in my fucking pants.”

Silas slams his hand against my pussy, sending a hard ache through me. He kisses me again, his lips drawing soft mewling sounds from me as he grabs my ass and hikes me up against the tree, wrapping my thighs around his hips.

I barely have time for a gasp before he thrusts into me. My hands are around his neck, fingernails digging in as he rams me against the tree. Leaves fall around us as he fucks me, brutal and rough, his hips slamming mercilessly into mine.

Knox lets out a rumble that sounds more like a sound Mason would make. “She nice and tight?”

“Like a goddamn fist,” Silas mutters. “And you can’t believe how wet she is.”

“Then fuck her harder.”

My gasp is snatched up by Silas’s mouth. My core clenches painfully as his thrusts become even more vicious.

I manage a muffled, “Fuck!” against his mouth as he grinds into me, knowing he’s emptying himself deep inside me.

He nips my ear with his teeth, keeping me off the ground as Knox slips in to take his place. He’s already zipping down his fly, handing the last inch of his cigarette to Silas. I taste ash when he kisses me, but I don’t care.

He forces his cock into me, groaning against my neck. “God, how can this sloppy mess feel so fucking good?”

I buck my hips forward, panting as I meet him thrust for thrust.

“Guys, someone’s coming,” Silas says.

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