Page 74 of Unspoken Truths

“Relax,” he whispers in my ear, his thumb rubbing over my wild pulse. Ignacio’s leg is pressed between my thighs, not allowing me to close them. I’m completely at his mercy right now. My emotions are high, my skin pebbling with goosebumps as their eyes remain firmly trained on me.

Marci may as well not be here at all, and I’m sure that she’s just a warm place for Jared to stick his cock because I didn’t come to find him. That was never my plan, though I’m willing to edge and tease them.

Maybe I'm too deep, flying too close to the sun, but there’s nowhere to escape now. All I can do is feel and attempt to stay in the moment. I’m on the razor’s edge between seeing Colton’s face and drowning in the sensations. What Ignacio is doing feels so good, yet I know I’m being used for their own amusement as Theo pulls out his pierced cock, leaning his arm on the railing next to him as he smears the precum over the crown of his shaft.

“Such a lucky girl, getting a show,” Ignacio croons in my ear, digging his erection into my ass. “Maybe I should fuck you up here and send the video to your mom, show her you’re not the innocent girl everyone thinks you are.”

“Every girl needs a sex tape,” Theo says with a dark chuckle, grunting. “It makes it so much easier to manipulate them. Ask me how I know, since it was so easy to make Miss Hailey do whatever I wanted to. Show me her pussy, Nacio, I need to see it all. Stop teasing me.”

Tugging my panties to the side, Ignacio spreads my lips wide for him. I want to scream, push my stepbrother away, but I can’t as Jared twists his body, turning so his back is to the wall to bounce Marci on his cock. Her head is thrown back, ignoring everyone around her, and I wonder how she is able to be so oblivious.

“Jared made her wear ear plugs,” Ignacio whispers in my ear. “She’s drunk and thirsts so hard for his dick that there could be tons of people up here watching and she wouldn’t notice. I have to admit, though, his dick is pretty amazing.”

I couldn’t respond if I wanted to as his thumb begins to slowly and insistently rub my clit again.

“Her pussy is fucking gorgeous,” Theo grunts. “I wonder how puffy it would get if she fucked us all.”

The images of them all surround me, but I don’t know how I feel about it, even as I moan as my thighs start to shake. I don’t know how he can get me going so quickly, unless it’s because I never really came all the way down from my last orgasm.

Theo’s hand tugs at the piercings that run down the shaft of his cock, grunting as he fists himself. The very idea of what that would do if he was ever inside of me makes me shiver as I moan.

“My sister is a whore even if she doesn’t have the experience it seems,” Ignacio says darkly. “I wonder how much abuse your cunt could take. If Elijah was up here, I would say that the birthday boy definitely deserves anal.”

My body freezes at the thought and I start to fight him. I’m not enjoying this anymore, and I’m definitely in over my head. Ignacio’s fingers spear my entrance, making me rise onto my toes in surprise. It’s too much, and tears threaten my vision.

“No, not again,” I whisper, my words barely audible due to Ignacio’s hand around my throat.

“Oh is the pretty little whore going to cry now?” Theo asks with snort. “Come get on your knees, and I’ll show you how I can make you cry while choking on my dick.”

Ignacio stills behind me, his fingers slipping out of me, and I let out a strangled scream as I manage to kick him so he’ll release me. Vaguely, I think about how easily he lets me go, but I need to get the fuck out of here.

I don’t think I’ll ever be normal, or able to let myself go in these fucked up games that the Kings play. I’m too broken, my mind too fractured from all the damage Colton did to me. Pushing down my skirt, I angrily swipe a tear away as I walk.

“Fucking assholes,” I gasp, my voice raspy from the excess of desire with no release. My legs feel like jello as I stumble over to the stairs, struggling to make my muscles work.

Elijah’s eyes are wide as I manage to start running down the stairs, watching from the landing as I try to push past him.

“What the fuck?” he whispers, and I guess my eyes look a lot more wild than I thought. I can’t get enough air, my fingers are twitching, but I’m not disassociating yet.

I just need to find Lili and get out of here.

“God, you’re such a nut case,” Elijah says, earning a place to release my anger.

I’m angry with myself, the Kings, and it doesn’t completely make sense as to why. All I know is that one moment I’m pushing past Elijah, and the next my hand is backhanding him across the face.

“Rachelle!” Lili yells, and I turn to see her walking up the stairs. “You took forever. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Grabbing my hand, I follow her as we push through the crowd toward the door. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Elijah walking slowly down the steps, rubbing his cheek. As he catches my gaze, he raises his middle finger at me, eyes murderous before he disappears into the house.

The cool breeze on my face as Lili and I burst out the front door helps to interrupt my spiral, and I’m so grateful for it. The gates are open at the front of the drive, and there are expensive cars everywhere.

“What did they do?” she growls as we walk toward the car.

“It’s me,” I tell her, shaking my head. “I’m broken. I can’t do this.”

“I wasn’t there, so you need to explain what ‘this’ is, baby,” she says.

“I went up there to pee, and the floor was empty,” I explain. “When I walked out, Jared had his dick in Marci?—”

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