Page 26 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

My mouth waters, and my hands slide from Damien’s face, resting on his shoulders. His eyes, clear and dark, bore into mine, but I don’t move, watching his pupils expand the longer I touch him.

“Don’t worry about the scars, Princess. The problem is you exposed our breasts to school.” Vincent growls. The vibration of his voice snaps my eyes away from Damien and onto him.

Cast’s taunting laughter rolls down my spine just as his hand slides around my ass and settles on my hips. He pulls me away from Damien and flush against his chest, something hard pokes me in my back and I am 99.999% sure it’s his dick. I lick my lips and look up at a starving Vincent.

“I think it’s time for another lesson. Don’t you, boys?”

“Absolutely.” Vincent says, eyes glittering like a kid in a candy store.

Damien sighs. “You always have to learn the hard way, don’t you, Trouble?”

“Wait!” I snap. “I wouldn’t have done it if Isabel hadn’t-”

“Isabel has been punished.” Cast drones, peppering light kisses on the curve of my neck.

“What?” My chest tightens because the thought of Isabel being punished the way they punish me makes my blood boil, but Ican’t be upset with them. They are not mine. I am just theirs to punish, torture and play with.

“Isabel and Damien are taking a little break.” Vincent shrugs and my eyes flicker to Damiens, but he shows no emotions on how he feels about breaking up with his girlfriend for me.

“Don’t worry, Princess. The ice bitch will be back with Damien next week. She’s just on time out.” My stomach plummets, and it takes every ounce of my energy not to show how sad that makes me, but I have no time to unpack that now, especially with Cast’s hands on me.

Cast’s hands roll up my curves and under Jasmine’s hoodie that I am still wearing from earlier. The heat of his hands causes my skin to prickle.

“Another lesson in me being yours. Didn’t you grow up out of the ‘mine’ phrase when you were two?” I taunt and the growl that comes out of Damien causes a suffocating rush of fear to invade my senses.

“You’re such a brat, cariña.” Cast murmurs in my ear, just as his hand cups my left breast and I inhale a sharp gasp. “Maybe I should make you swallow all of our cum, wash out that mouth of yours.”

Cast rolls my nipple between his fingers and I arch against him as a forced huff escapes my lips. My skin feels like I am on fire, just as my core pulses with the need for him to touch me more, to touch me right there.

“Aww,” Vincent fakes a pout. “She’s so needy, brother.”

“Is that right, cariña?” Cast rasps in my ear. “You’re needy?”

I groan, shaking my head no, because regardless of what my body says I can’t give them the satisfaction.

“No?” Cast mocks.

“She’s a liar.” Damien yawns. “I can smell her pussy from here.”

Shame washes over me and I tighten my thighs closed, which makes Vincent growl out his disapproval. Cast kicks my legs open, holding me firmly against him and his cock which I swear has only gotten larger.

“Strip for me, pawn.” Cast snarls in my ear. He releases his grip on me and I miss the heat of him immediately especially when my eyes land on the coldness of Damien who still hasn’t moved since I cupped his face moments ago.

“Strip?” I cough out.

“You had no problem doing it earlier.” Damien mocks and I narrow my eyes on him.

“That was to prove a point.” I counter, crossing my arms over my chest. “No.”

“No?” Damien snarls, taking a step closer to me, but Cast places a hand on his chest, stopping him from coming any closer.

“Pawn, you signed the contract.”

“And?”

“And you follow the instructions.” Cast barks, eyes narrowing on the defiant curve of my lips. “Strip out of your clothes, or I rip them off and make you walk home naked.”

I flinch at his tone, and the crazed excitement that Cast always has in his eyes dulls to calculated snarl as if he would slice my head off in one slick movement and hang my head above his mantle as a threat to his enemies, especially if I continue to talk back to him or the others.

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