Page 131 of Runaways

"I'm happy," I tell him. "Like…I think I'mreallyhappy again. I want to stay with you guys. Please don't leave me. Don't hurt me. I don't think I can go back to…"

To what? Go back to what? But any of it, really. I think about the way I've been living, how lonely and sick I've been, and I don't really know how I've done any of it.

I mean, I knew I wasn't happy, but have I been in shock this entire time?

I place my hands on his shoulders. "I love you, Silas. And I do need you to take care of me—I need you more than you could possibly understand. Are you going to leave me?"

He presses his lips together, his brow furrowed. "No," he says, but his tone is unsure. "We won't leave you."

"Okay…" I whisper.

Silas leans in, quieting my uneasiness with his expert lips, kissing me slowly at first, toying with my lower lip before dipping his tongue into my mouth. I slide my hands down from his shoulders to his chest and then grip his hoodie in my fists, using it to pull him in closer until he's pressed up against me. I gasp when his mouth leaves mine, but then he reaches for the hemline of my t-shirt and pulls it overhead, tossing it aside. Then he reaches behind me, unhooking my bra and pushing the straps away from my shoulders, letting it fall onto the tile floor.

And the collar. I guess I've gotten used to it because I forgot it was there until he removed my shirt and I felt the leash against my bare back.

Silas runs his hands up the back of my thighs, wrapping them around his waist. His mouth finds mine again, his kiss more desperate and eager than before. I hook my ankles together behind him as he grinds against me, but it's not good enough. I reach for the button on his jeans, and he jerks me back with the leash, rolling it around his fist.

I guess he didn't forget it was there.

"I love you," he says.

A strangled gasp escapes me as he pulls at the leash again, a little harder this time, and he holds it there while he kisses me. His lips trail down my jawbone and onto my neck. My head is swimming; I close my eyes, seeing stars behind my lids while my swollen clit pulses between my legs.

But then, he lets go.

"Don't stop," I say as I gasp for air. "You can do it harder."

"Fuck, Noah," he says, running his thumb over my nipple. "You might regret saying that to me."

I shake my head. "No, I won't."

He winds the leash around his fist again and then throws me over his shoulder, carries me out of the bathroom, and lays me down on the bed. I watch as he pulls his hoodie and the shirt beneath it over his head, and then unbuttons his pants.

"Get on all fours," Silas says.

Tate watches from the only chair in the room just a few feet away, holding my eyes while I pull myself up. I watch his handmove to the bulge in his sweatpants, stroking the tip with his thumb.

Silas grabs the leash again, pulling it backward, and not expecting it, I choke loudly on air. He holds it there while he lines the head of his dick up with my entrance, my pussy clenching in anticipation until he pushes his way inside.

"Fuck, that's good," he groans, burying himself to the hilt. He holds it there, stretching me. I can feel it when his dick twitches inside me, and I whimper, a shiver running up my spine.

Then he adjusts his grip on the leash again and begins thrusting in and out of me. He fucks me hard, pulling the leash tightly, just like I asked. Each time his hips slam into my ass, rocking me forward, my collar tightens, and I choke and sputter, whimpering with each tiny, quick breath I take. Drool runs down my chin, but my body feels so good.

"You look like a slut," Tate says. I look over and see him standing at the side of the bed, naked and hard. He climbs onto the bed beside me. "Do you like that, Noah? Getting fucked like a slut? Does it feel good?"

I try to tell him yes, but I can't quite form the word. It comes out as a squeal instead, and I nod.

He shoves two fingers into my mouth, and I choke on those, too, until he pulls them out and trails them down my spine. "What about this?"

And then he pushes those two fingers into my ass.

Silas does the work for him. Every time he thrusts his hips into me and jerks on that leash, Tate's fingers fuck into my ass.

I'm so close to coming now, I'm yelping with every thrust.

"I think that's a yes," Silas groans. "I think she's going to come."

"Sil…Silas…" I manage. "God…"

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