Page 29 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

Cameron must see the way my emotions play across my face because a triumphant smile lifts his lips. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look more beautiful.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm down my racing heart along with quieting the realization that his confession has turned me on. I’m getting wet as I think about him taking advantage of me after he drugged me. Or am I wet because I’m leaking his cum? I have no doubt he left it inside of me on purpose.

When I groan and drop my head into my hands, the empty bottle lands on the bed, but I don’t give a single fuck. “What is wrong with me?”

Cameron scoots closer as Aiden and Brooks wrap their arms around my shoulders. Cam’s voice is soft, as if he’s trying to lull me into something. “Are you asking because you’re turned on by the knowledge that I took advantage of you?”

I nod mutely, cringing as I try and fold into myself even more. Aiden and Brooks won’t let me, they hold me steady and I’m not sure what to think about that either.

“What about how you can feel my cum dripping from you, knowing I took you, again, unprotected?” His voice drops an octave, deep, dark and alluring, “We might have bred you already.”

Aiden and Brooks stiffen and let out matching groans, approval radiating in the sound. My heart is flipping in my chest. It can’t be natural to have this kind of reaction to these men, to what they do to me, to how they make me feel.

Whore.

Slut.

Pet.

Ours.

We might have bred you already.

“I don’t know if I even want kids,” I whisper. “I’d make a horrible mom. Not with the things I’ve let you all do to me. I should never be allowed to give birth to a child. It isn’t right.”

Cameron moves fast, gripping my ankle and tugging me until I’m flat on my back and he’s looming over me, a frown on his face and fire in his eyes. “Jessa,” he snarls, “I don’t ever want you to say something like that again.”

“He’s right, pet,” Brooks’ voice is deep and laced with pain, but I can’t look at him.

All I can see are the icy blue eyes of the man above me. He makes me feel like prey. He makes me feel like I’ve already been caught.

“You’d make an amazing mom, Jessa,” Aiden’s voice is full of something which has me pulling my eyebrows together as I try and place it.

Love? Adoration? Admiration? All three and more?

I shake my head, needing them to understand. My voice is soft with a desperate edge, “That’s not true. I would endanger them. I would make them defective, abnormal, an outcast. The things inside of me are dark and it would seep into them.”

I want to squeeze my eyes closed instead of taking in the way Cameron is looking at me. As he studies me, he shifts his weight and Brooks moves down the bed, pulling my leggings off, leggings I don’t remember putting on because Cameron knocked me out, fucked me and then brought me here. I shiver at the thought.

Fuck.

Aiden grips the hem of my shirt and shimmies it up and off until I’m naked. I’m on display for them to see, for them to pick apart, for them to…worship.

Reverence is what I see in Cameron’s eyes. It’s what I can taste on the air. It’s what I feel when Aiden and Brooks start to touch my skin.

“You would teach them that it’s okay to be who they are,” Cameron’s voice is imploring.

“You would love them with your whole heart. The way you love us,” Aiden’s voice is a coo.

My head snaps to the side, my eyes wide. “What?”

“We would help you. We would help to show them it’s okay to be themselves, whoever they might be, to love however they want as long as they’re safe.” Brooks buries his face in my neck and kisses my skin before he pulls back, grips my chin, and turns my head towards him. “We would love them the same way we love you.”

My voice, filled with emotion, breaks, “What?”

“We love you,” this time it’s Cameron.

I don’t even realize that I’m crying until Aiden shushes me and wipes my tears away. “There’s nothing wrong with you. So what if you like your sex rough and questionable. We’ll always keep you safe as we explore, as we indulge.” Brooks lets go of my chin and I look at Aiden, still trying to absorb their words. What the fuck is going on right now? “We would treat you like a fucking queen while you’re pregnant too.” Aiden winks at me, his voice light, “Our queen slut.”

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