Page 80 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

I shiver at the sudden loss of heat. Without the shower on, the air is cooling rapidly. Reuben steps back, but he doesn’t leave.

Zachary starts washing me again. The sensation of his soapy hands gliding over my skin makes my insides squirm.

It should be in fear, in revulsion, in anger.

But something else is blooming inside me. Something hot and tingly. It builds deep between my legs like a well that’s slowly filling up with rainwater.

Zachary must sense something, because his smile fades. “She’s clean enough.” His eyes flicker away from mine. “Let’s rinse her.”

Cassius does as Zachary commands.

I flinch when hot water hits my back and then gasp when Cassius’s hand slides down my tender ass and slips between my legs.

I lift onto my toes.

Now the only sound is the thumping water.

He cups my pussy.

Like an animal catching scent of its prey, Zachary’s nostrils flare. His gaze skims down my body, settling on the hand between my legs.

His voice is low and so, so deep. “Cass…don’t.”

Cassius turns off the water, but he keeps his hand where it is. “I want to know if you’re wet for us,” he murmurs into my ear.

My eyes flutter as I try to stand even taller. My legs start shaking. I worm my fingers up Zachary’s chest. Grabbing onto his shoulder, I tighten my grip until he looks at me.

I blink furiously, lick my lips, and mouth, “Please,” at him.

That was the wrong thing to say.

“Well?” he murmurs, his breath stirring against my wet skin. His voracious eyes flicker up to Cassius. “Is she?”

Cassius groans like he’s in pain. There’s the unmistakable sound of wet fabric sliding against skin. His warm, hard cock presses against my thigh.

I whimper and dig my nails into Zachary’s shoulder muscles. “Don’t.” The word comes out like a bullet. “Don’t do this.”

The hand between my leg clenches. I gasp and stagger forward until I’m flush with Zachary’s hot, dry skin. The move should have dislodged Cassius’s hand, but he moves with me.

Now I’m sandwiched between him and Zachary.

I’ve been appealing to the wrong person. He’s obviously in charge, but it’s as if he’s been derailed.

Or maybe he’s okay with this.

The thought makes me sick to my stomach.

So why are there electric tingles skating over my skin?

Is it because I’ve never had a hard body pressed against mine, never mind two? Because I’ve never looked up into eyes as intensely hungry as Zachary’s? Or had a man touch me the way Cassius is touching me now?

In a normal situation, I’d have dated any of these guys in a heartbeat.

But normal isn’t what got me to Saint Amos.

In this room, normal isn’t a part of anyone’s vocabulary.

We’re all fucked in the head. I should be repelled by these men, but their presence is like a magnet to my leaden heart.

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