Page 87 of Crucible

“Sunshine…”

I walk past him without responding.

I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit apology he wants to give for hurting me again. If Seth’s looking for forgiveness, he’s not going to get it. I tried to kill Khalil, but you won’t catch me on my knees begging for absolution.

They all deserve to burn.

Maybe I do, too.

I can feel Seth follow me into the kitchen, but I ignore his pleas for my attention. I just open the fridge and try to figure out how the hell I’m going to make my mountain men an edible meal without a single homemaking bone in my body so that we don’t rinse and repeat the last two nights.

And when the hell did I start thinking of them as mine?

I don’t own them. Not yet. But when I get out of here…

A hard chest colliding with my back interrupts my vengeful thoughts. Two strong hands follow, grabbing my waist and sliding up to help themselves to my tits.

“Mmm,” Khalil hums against my neck before kissing it. “Good morning, Goldilocks. I missed you when I woke up.”

“Then you shouldn’t have kicked me out of your bed,” I remind him, unenthused.

Grabbing the carton of eggs from the side door, I go to step back, and Khalil lets me. As soon as the fridge door is closed though, he shoves me up against it and starts grinding his morning wood against my ass.

“Khalil, I have to—”

“Forget breakfast, Goldilocks. Fuck me instead.” Khalil groans as he shamelessly dry humps me against the fridge.

Instantly, I’m annoyedandhorny again.

They punish me when I don’t cook for them and then distract me when I try.

I’m beginning to think the housework is just a ruse to keep my mind off running, andthisis all they truly wanted.

“Khalil, Ijustwashed you off me, and Thorin’s already beaten you to my pussy this morning. Twice. I’m all fucked out. Can you not?”

Khalil lifts his head to pull my ear between his teeth. “Fine, then I won’t fuck your pussy,” he whispers while taking his dick out of his sweats. “But you can still get me off.”

I only have enough time to place the eggs on top of the fridge before Khalil grabs my hips and starts mimicking fucking me hard from behind. I want to say the friction does nothing for me, but God help me, it does. Even my hard nipples poking through the shirt and rubbing against the cold, hard surface is enough to make me consider reaching between my thighs and rubbing my clit.

“Ah fuck. You’re starting to learn, aren’t you, baby? You’re…so…fucking…sexy,” he growls between hard thrusts.

I’ve always known I was beautiful, but so are a lot of women.

I never knew how powerful and potent it was to be caught in the thralls of someone irresistible, though—not until I found this cabin and they found me. I know exactly what they’re feeling because I feel it, too. In my line of work, I’m surrounded by a lot of attractive men. I’ve just never been powerless to that attraction before—not like this.

“Give me a kiss,” he demands.

I turn my head without hesitation and catch a glimpse of Seth watching us glumly from where he’s sitting at the kitchen tablebefore my lips lock with Khalil’s. His movements grow more frantic, knocking the fridge against the wall and creating a whole scene as he gets closer to coming.

And then he does.

When he’s done, he backs off, and the moment I shift, I feel where he came.

I make an angry noise when I touch the hem of Thorin’s shirt and realize it’s wet. “Khalil!”

“My bad,” he says, not at all sounding like he means it. Shaking my head, I start to leave the kitchen, but he stops me with a hand on my wrist. “Where are you going?”

“To change. I can’t feed the three of you covered in cum, Khalil. That’s nasty.”

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