Page 74 of Bleed for Me

A curl of disgust twisted Alex’s lips as he watched me, but he seemed rooted to the spot, like he couldn’t stop staring. Maybe he didn’t want to. “Did they fuck you?” he demanded, like he even had the right to ask a question like that after what he did.

Part of me didn’t want to tell him. To make him wonder until it was all he could think about. But Seven answered for me. “Just one of us.” He grinned. “For now.”

My heart started racing even faster at his words. Was he just saying that to goad Alex, or did he actually mean it? It shouldn’t have turned me on. He was practically suggesting that theyintended on passing me around. That wasn’t going to happen. Even if I was attracted to Archer. Seven already made me feel dirty for taking my virginity in the woods and then told me in front of his friends that it had been nothing but a game. After this, they’d never touch me again. If Alex hadn’t just cheated on me, and wasn’t sitting across the table watching this, it wouldn’t even be happening now.

Sometimes petty revenge was the best medicine.

“Don’t tell me you have a problem with sharing.” Archer grinned, staring my ex-boyfriend down. “At least we’re giving you the choice. That’s more than you gave Rosalie.”

Alex narrowed his eyes. “So, if I say no, you’ll stop touching her?” he drawled unconvinced.

Archer shrugged. “Maybe I would if you were still dating, but I have a feeling that she’s never going to want to see you again after this.”

That was the truth. He broke my heart and made me look stupid for ever trusting his scheming ass. Plus, we needed to break up anyways. I also cheated on him, and that was without knowing what a giant sack of shit he was. I was at fault for my part. But the difference was, I’d felt guilty and intended on telling him. It certainly wouldn’t have taken over a year.

Alex glanced over at me, a pained look crossing his features like he hated watching this. Good. He deserved to suffer. “Is that true?” he asked, having the audacity to sound broken. “You’re done with me?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “So done.”

His face hardened into a mask of fury; one I’d never seen him wear before. He’d been angry with me a few times, but it still didn’t come off as hostile as this. “I’ll see you next week once you’ve finally come to your senses,” he snapped, slapping his hands on the table.

A few people glanced our way, making me tense, but if they saw anything, they didn’t let it show. Not even a flicker of surprise. They just returned to their families. It was then that I realized Seven’s parents were gone, as were Archer’s. Had they abandoned seeing their families forme? Guilt churned my stomach at the prospect.

As soon as Alex strode out of the door on the other side of the room, Seven and Archer removed their hands from between my thighs.

My pussy fluttered in protest, but I wasn’t going to ask them to keep going. I was done with this. Done with it all.

A cold chill swept through me, leaving me lonelier than I’d ever felt before. Alex had been the only person I had left. Now, he was gone, too.

TWENTY

ARCHER

As soon as we slipped out of the visitation room, I sucked my middle finger into my mouth, tasting Rosalie’s essence. A groan rumbled through my chest. She was addicting. Sweeter than I could have expected. Now, I was pissed at Seven even more. He got to fuck her, taste her blood, feel her writhe beneath him.

Speaking of Seven…

He was still pissed at me. Apparently, coming to her aide was more for his benefit than for mine or hers. His back was stiff as he walked at my side, his lips drawn tight. But that was fine. I was pissed at him, too. Hecuther. That was supposed to be special, something reserved between me and him only.

My fingers curled into my palms. The cut on her neck was no more than a scratch now—barely visible unless you were looking for it. But I was always looking.

Maybe Seven had a right to be angry with me. It’s only been the two of us since we met. It wasn’t exactly conventional to have a three-way relationship. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her,smelling her, looking at her. She was my darkest fantasy come to life.

My parents were less than enthused when I ditched them for Rosalie. They thought I was getting better. Hell, I did, too. Until her, there hadn’t been a single person who captured my interest so deeply. She was fucking gorgeous, though. Flawless bronze skin that I wanted to taste, light blue eyes that seemed to stare deep into your soul, a beautiful smooth voice that had my cock hardening, and her hair…her hair was a silky blonde that ran down her back in waves.

“How did it feel?” I couldn’t help but ask, her cunt lingering on my lips from when I tasted the finger that had been deep inside her moments ago.

Seven shot me a glare, his jaw coiling tight with tension. “How didwhatfeel?” he snapped.

“How did her cunt feel wrapped around your dick?”

He averted his gaze, annoyance flickering across his face. “Why don’t you find out for yourself? You’re going to anyway.”

I snorted in response, capturing his attention again. “Are you seriously jealous?”

He didn’t need to be. My attraction for him hadn’t gone anywhere. I couldn’t control who I obsessed over. I did obsess over Seven, just in a different way. We were best friends, knew everything about one another, and enjoyed hooking up. Our connection was deeper.

“So, what if I am?” he retorted.

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