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“What?” I ask. Gerald makes every one of my nerve endings scream out in warning for me to run. I seriously don’t know why Mom got married to him. It’s true that he’s upgraded our house while we’ve lived here, bought her a new car, and is loaded. They just refuse to let me have any of it. I buy my own clothes and pay my own way.

I’m lucky they aren’t charging me rent or anything.

“You’ll see.” Braxton smirks. “Am I lighting up this money, or are you going to be a good girl for us?”

Flicking the lighter once as the flame blazes happily and brightly, he brings it closer to the cash I’ve accumulated over the past few months. Even though Miguel gave me cash, I can barely breathe as I watch Braxton threaten my hard earned money. I can’t bear the thought of him destroying it.

“Yes, yes, I promise,” I cry out as Jameson bands his arm around my waist, surprising me by grinding his hard cock into my ass.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you,” he chuckles softly as Braxton sighs and flicks the top of the lighter closed in disappointment.

“I don’t understand,” I gasp as Jameson wraps his hand into my hair.

“Adrian is going to lift his leash for the night, aren’t you?” he asks. I thought they all agreed to leave me alone. I didn’t actually think any of them were interested.

I shouldn’t want any of them, but I’m already shifting my feet, rubbing my thighs together for friction. My pussy is a hussy.

“Yes,” Adrian rumbles, moving across the room to push my chin up to gaze at him. “All we can offer you is one night, Kyna. Can you deal with that?”

“Then I can have my money?” I ask, swallowing hard. I try hard not to think about how I’m basically exchanging my virginity for my freedom, but it’s difficult. I can survive just about anything.

That’s what I’m going to hold on desperately to.

“It’s only a grand,” he says with a shrug, as if it doesn’t matter and it’s not my salvation to get the fuck out of here. “I don’t see the harm in a little pocket money. It wouldn’t get you very far. Jameson can find you anywhere.”

Taking the threat as intended, I decide to figure out how to find any tracking devices on my car. They can’t follow me when I leave tomorrow.

“Then what do you want me to do?” I ask, as if I don’t know. Braxton snorts as he shoves the cash in his pocket, and I ignore him. Every molecule in my body is focused on my stepbrother’s next words.

“Anything we want, dear sister,” Adrian chuckles, his fingers tightening uncomfortably around my chin. “You’re our cum dumpster for the night.”

It’s almost as if I don’t have a choice as I stare up at him in a mixture of horror and disbelief. I’m going to be their whore for the night?

“Do cum dumpsters get to come?” I ask instead.

I may as well get something out of the bargain, right?

Adrian

It’s my every dream come true.My father told me to keep away from my stepsister, so I have, but today he gave me the green light to do whatever I want with her. Unfortunately, he holds our leashes, so whatever he says, goes. I don’t know what his plans are for Kyna, but I do know I’ll take full advantage of playing with her.

“Do you want to come?” I tease her, gripping her throat with my hand. I expect Kyna to pull away, but her pupils blow in desire instead. She still looks upset by our demands, but she’s also excited.

I can work with that.

“It’s only fair if you’re threatening to run a train on me,” she sasses. “Your dick has seen so much action, you should probably use a condom.”

I flinch at words, my expression souring. I’ve always used a condom with the other girls I’ve flaunted in front of her. I needed to keep a certain type of social persona in this town, and unattainable fuck boy worked well as Gerald Wilson’s son. The pain-filled gaze Kyna would give me always felt like knives to my heart though.

That all ends tonight.

Braxton, Jameson, and I get to claim her, even if it’s just for one night. My father has me by the short and curlies, which is why I follow his every word. I hate the way he leers at her. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard her crying in the shower after talking with him and that kills me.

My best friends and I are in love with the same woman, and it doesn’t even bother me. I share everything with them: this house, my life, our ambitions and money. The moment Kyna came into our lives at sixteen, we were obsessed with her.

It wasn’t until I noticed that she was showing interest in my friends, when she felt that I was off limits, that I began to threaten her.

Climbing out the window to get to work is a new trick I didn’t think she was capable of though.

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