Page 3 of The Preachers' Promise
When he leaves my room, I place my fingertips against the bruise marks on my upper arm. I press down, relishing the small ache. It makes me smile for the first time since I saw my parents in the dean’s office. I like having their mark on me. I think Roman did this when he grabbed me, if I recall. It was all a bit of a blur of insanity and heightened feelings, and it’s like it was a dream now I’m back home.
Needing to reassure myself it was real, I stand and close my door, shutting that damned guard out.
I lie back on the bed, close my eyes, and slip my fingers inside my panties.
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OPHELIA
I like feelinghow sore I am there. It meanstheyreally happened. Those three gorgeous men claimed me as their Pet, for real. I close my eyes and rub my clit, as memories of that night in the woods—and all the heady, intense nights since—assault me. One time that stands out in my mind was the way Cain and Malachi lifted me over Roman and held me as they impaled me on him; it was so erotic. God, I wish I was with them right now.
I never thought I’d had a voyeuristic streak, but I love how they’d simply watch as one of the others fucked me, their gazes hungry as they waited their turn. Other times, they’d play with themselves, fisting their massive cocks, and coming all over me. I liked it best when they were all touching me at once.
I slide my fingers over my slippery clit. I’m already wet and needy at the thought of them. As I replay the images of what we did, like a movie reel in my mind, I speed up my movements. Soon, I’m strumming my clit frantically, chasing that feeling only they can give me. The release, the shattering, wonderful moment, when I lose myself, and find myself at the same time.
When it comes, it’s with Cain’s arms wrapped around me, Roman’s gaze holding me trapped in its intensity, and Malachi’svoice whispering filthy nothings to me. I slam my free hand over my mouth and push two fingers inside myself as I come hard around them. I pump them in and out, trying to replicate the sensation of their cocks in me.
The noises my fingers make are loud enough to make me blush, and I pray the guard can’t hear, but it’s too late to stop. I can’t do anything but keep fucking myself until I’m sated.
Once it’s over, I sag back against the pillows. The ecstasy fades away, leaving me hollow and empty.Sad… I realize that I’m unbearably sad.
Resting my head on my pillow, I close my eyes and let the exhaustion steal over me. Maybe if I sleep, I’ll wake a little less despondent and be able to think more clearly.
Filthy whore. Dirty, bad girl.
My eyes shoot open, and I sit up with a strangled scream.
No, no, no. He can’t be back. My worst nightmare was that this would happen, but I’d thought it wouldn’t be until more time had passed, as my memories of them faded, and their power to stop him wore off. This soon?
I tell myself I imagined it. He’s not in my head, it’s just me, making myself crazy.
You’re an abomination.
Okay, that wasn’t me. That’s him. Back. Once more.
My gaze ricochets wildly around the room, as if I’ll find him hiding in here, watching me for real. I think that might be less horrific than him being in my head. Living in my mind, haunting me, and making me crazy.
“Ophelia?” Mom bursts through the door, her face taut, eyes wide. “What is it? You screamed like you were being murdered.” She puts her hand to her chest in a self-soothing gesture. “My word, you scared me.”
I stand and pace, raking my fingers through my hair. “You have to let me go back”
“You can’t. Your father doesn’t think it’s safe.”
They are a pair, what with her blaming him, and him blaming her. They sent me away, and when they got scared, they dragged me back again.
I laugh, bitterly. “Oh, I’m not safe—not whenhe’shere. You brought me back to him.”
Her brow wrinkles, and she glances around the room anxiously as though she expects to see someone. “Who’s here? Darling, no one is here.”
I push her—an act that surprises even me—and she staggers back, her mouth falling open in shock.
“He is! He is here.” I tap my fingers viciously against my head.
I squeeze my eyes shut and tears spill out between my closed lids, streaking down my cheeks.
“I’ll never be free now,” I cry. Opening my eyes, I fix my mom with an angry glare. “Youdid this. Youbothdid this.”
Father appears in the doorway, the security guard standing close behind him. His gaze flicks between me and Mom. “What’s going on here?” he demands.
