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“Oh shit—is that you, Elliot?”
“What’s in the drawer?
“Yeah, what’s she got?”
Archer points the remote at the TV again, clicking at the volume.
Oh. My. God.No.
The buzzing from my little bullet vibrator meets our collective ears.
Fuck this.I ram my elbows into Archer’s and Cannon’s ribs to get them to let go so I can get up, but it backfires. They each bring their free hand across their body to clamp down on my biceps, almost as if they’d orchestrated it. I’m trapped.
I watch the screen in silent horror as I pull my T-shirt over my head and then kick my underwear off. I’m on this huge screen in front of us, completely naked. “You have fucking cameras in my room.” The words that leave my lips don’t even sound like me. It’s like I’m hearing them through a tunnel or something. Because this can’t really be happening. This isn’t real. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“This is stellar.” Alec snorts. “We knew Elliot could dance, but who knew she was a little exhibitionist?”
My stomach lurches as I watch myself crawl to the end of my bed, boobs swinging, then arrange myself on my back so my legs are cranked wide open, heels digging into the edge. Just like I’d been with the guys. I’d wanted to recreate the sensation of being with them, wanted to better be able to imagine it, wanted to get off like that as afuck youto them for trying to control me.
And they recorded the whole damn thing.
I shut my eyes, my ears buzzing like I’m going to pass out or throw up or something. Kingston’s fingers dig into my skin. “Open your eyes and watch, initiate. Watch yourself disobey a direct command from the head of Hawthorne House.”
I wrench my eyes open, my body shaking in the grasp of these guys who have me pinned to the couch. On screen, I touch the vibrator to my clit, and my back arches in response. We all listen as I audibly gasp and moan my pleasure.
Humiliation rocks through my entire being. My face is so overheated, I swear it’s going to catch fire. I think there’s a very good possibility I’ll embarrass myself further by throwing up.
And then the comments begin in earnest.
“You think she’s getting wet watching herself? Because my dick’s hard. Sorry, guys.”
“Fuuuck. This is hot.”
“Oh, goddamn, I wish it weren’t so dark in there.”
“Yeah, but you can still see her. She’s playing with her tits and grinding against that thing.”
“I can totally make out her pussy. Look at that tight little hole.”
“So fuckin’ hot.”
“Can I get a copy of this for personal use?”
My eyes are trained on the screen, so I don’t have to pay attention to which of the guys says what. I don’t care. It’s one lewd comment after another. I need to get out of here. “Let me up,” I gasp, the words tearing like razor blades from my throat. I thrash in Kingston’s hold, but he’s got my shoulders on lock, and Cannon and Archer are applying enough pressure to my thighs and holding my arms so tightly, there’s nothing to be done.
The fuck.
“No, Elliot. You’ll watch until you see your transgression for yourself,” Kingston murmurs. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t take you long to get there. Watch. Your legs are already shaking. You’re really into it.”
Archer leans close. “Did you think he was playing around when he told you that you weren’t allowed to come? Because Kingston’s kinda a stickler for the rules. He told you that. You had to be aware of what you were doing. You did it as a bigfuck you.”
On my other side, Cannon grips my thigh harder until I turn to look at him. His blue eyes burn hot as he stares at me before he glances at the screen to watch as my mouth falls open, and I very obviously fall apart. And as I do, I cry out, “Kingston!” Cannon’s fingers clutch at my inner thigh, and when I dare to look him in the face, his jaw is tight and he’s breathing hard.
Kingston leans in and whispers, “At least we all know whose dick you wanted between your legs,” right before he kisses my cheek.
With the video reaching its end, my face burns with all the eyes now on me instead of on the screen. My heart thunders. This may be the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me. “I’d like to go to my room, please,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Gonna put on another show for us?” Joel snickers aloud.
