Page 84 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Conor glanced at his watch. “We have half an hour.”

“How will we ever use that time,” Micah murmured.

Conor opened his mouth, as if to rebuke him, but paused. A slow, sinister, sexy smile split his face instead.

“I know how we can entertain ourselves. Fun girl, how do you feel about being our entertainment?”

Kara felt her heart thud loudly. She pressed her thighs together to try to still the wetness, a Pavlovian response to when Conor’s voice got low like that.

“Kara, you want to hand us your panties, don’t you?”

She rolled her eyes, hiding her excitement. “Micah, that was too obvious.”

“She’s right,” Conor said. “Even so—Kara, take off your panties and hand them to Micah. You don’t need them anymore.”

Raising her hips, she slipped them off, handing them to Micah under the table, who made a show of pocketing them. At her raised eyebrow, Conor explained, “They can know what we’re doing, they just don’t get to see.”

Luke leaned over, putting his chin in his hand. She noticed for the first time how short and jagged his nails were, like he’d been biting them. What had she done to him?

“Hand on our pussy, sweetheart. Show her some love—I’m sure she needs it.”

Kara reached her hand under her dress—a black, half-see through, frilly number that made her feel unbelievably girly when she’d put it on earlier that evening. She started playing with her pussy.Theirpussy. The ownership only made her wetter, and she gathered that wetness on her fingers and began to stroke her clit, slow and easy. Her eyes drifted shut, aware of the men watching, aware other people in the club might be watching. It wasn’t like her to get embarrassed, but voyeurism wasn’t really her thing.

“Look at that blush on those cheeks,” Micah commented with a sigh.

“Once a redhead,” Luke murmured.

Kara stiffened, worried someone had heard. They’d dyed her hair blonde when they’d arrived at their hotel, and as much as Kara hated it, hated the stranger she’d seen when she looked in the mirror, she’d do almost anything not to be caught. She wasn’t going back to that cell, or to Chris. He’d have to kill her first.

“She’s tensing, she’s not into this,” Micah said. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

She opened her eyes, making sure to look at all of them. “I was thinking about Chris.”

The air in the room went tight, angry energy sparking around her.

“You. Were. What?” Conor asked between clenched teeth.

She shook her head. “Not like that. But if we get caught… promise me you won’t let him take me again. I know if he gets his hands on me, it’ll be worse. I’d rather…” she swallowed.

Conor growled. Micah’s eyes went wide, and he started to speak before changing his mind. Instead, he disappeared under the table.

But it was Luke who spoke. “Don’t you ever fucking talk like that, you hear me,Maya? We’ll never let him have you again. We’d die before we let him touch you again. But even if the worst happened, you live. You survive. No matter what, you survive. You belong to us now. It’s not only your life anymore, it’s ours. You’d destroy us, and I forbid it.”

He pushed back in his chair like he was going to walk, but Conor stilled him.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said calmly. “It will never happen. I’ll kill the professor for putting that thought in your head. Torture him for hours so he feels every bit of pain you experienced tenfold. You’ll watch the whole thing. And then we’ll fuck on top of his dead body. Use his blood as lube when we get inside that foolish ass of yours.”

Kara inhaled deeply, both disturbingly turned on, and shaken to her core by Luke’s declaration. Part of her wanted to argue; it was her life, not his; her choice, not his. But the other part…

Growing up, she’d never fully belonged anywhere, to anyone. Her parents could take or leave her, she’d never stayed in the same place for long, and there was something about her personality that tended to ward people off. She’d liked it that way, or thought she did. Freedom, not being responsible to or for anyone, had been her raison d’etre, the thing she’d clung to. But deep down, she wanted to belong to someone completely, wanted to be tethered to them so tight she couldn’t think of leaving. And hadn’t that been what they’d done? Wasn’t that what they were doing now?

She’d never belonged to anyone, much less like this. They’d not only staked a claim on her body, they’d tied her life to theirs. Being wanted,no,needed so badly…it healed a tiny part of her heart she hadn’t realized was wounded in the first place.

As Luke sat back down, Kara felt her legs being pushed open, and a hot, wet mouth on her cunt.

“Micah,” she hissed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Grounding you,” he said from under the table. “Reminding you that every part of you belongs to us. You aren’t going anywhere, baby. Put it out of your head. Now lean back and let me fuck this sweet cunt with my tongue until you come all over my face.”

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