Page 16 of Cursed Beasts

I thought I was running for the front door when I entered a series of hallways that looked to be nowhere near the entrance.

Fuck my life, this was bad.

I heard one of them closing in, so I changed directions, hoping that this was the way out when I heard another one or maybe the same guy close to me. Huge double doors were open, and I hoped they would lead me to somewhere I could sneak out. Once I was in the big dark room I was tackled to the ground. He was nice enough that I landed on him before he rolled us around and he put both of my hands above my head.

It was Lucien, the boyishly handsome one, but I knew it was all a facade. They were all bastards, making me nervous as to why they had dragged me out of my bed.

“Keep bucking up like that and you’re going to get me excited,” Lucien growled, but I saw that flush to his cheek, and I think I felt him thickening between my thighs.

I stopped bucking instantly as I felt my stomach clench in arousal.

Seriously, body? You won’t get wet for Caston but you get wet for this brutish man on top of you who feels a whole lot bigger than Caston.

His eyes glanced down at my chest. My nipples were hard, accentuated by my heavy breathing and the thin fabric that was covering them. He was definitely getting harder.

I tried to glare at him like I was mad, but my body was screaming for a little bit of friction. I tried to scramble away again, but his grip was so hard that it was almost too painful.

“Let me go,” I snapped, pulling on my hands again, hoping he would let me up.

“No.” A voice boomed behind me, causing my head to snap up towards the voice just as the one I hit in the balls came into the room.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I don’t know what it was, but I knew I was going to pay for the shit I had just put them through.

My heart pounded so loud that I heard it in my ears. I pulled my hands one more time, hoping Lucien would have gotten distracted.

“It’s time, Belladonna.” The multicolored eye dude grabbed my hands, dragging me out from underneath Lucien.

Lucien looked at me being dragged away with hunger in his eyes. He slowly got up from the floor in a fluid motion that was sexier than it should’ve been. The one with yellow eyes walked with him. They were shoulder to shoulder, stalking me as I was dragged to a circle on the floor.

Lucien snapped his fingers as dozens of candles came to life. I looked around, the light giving me just enough to see that we were in a library.

Goddess, I wish I had more light so I could appreciate everything.

This shouldn’t be sexy at all, I should be afraid, worried, or even angry, but my body felt hyper aware. He left me in the circle before yellow eyes wrapped rope around my thigh and the lower part of my leg tying them together with a series of knots. Lucien did the same to the other leg. Their warm hands worked quickly, bringing goose bumps to my skin.

This is not erotic. This is not erotic. This is not erotic.

Lucien pulled me up, so I was kneeling as multicolored eyes tied my hands behind my back all the way up past my elbow. Their soft breathing, touching and all their gorgeousness had me squirming not from wanting to be let go but of the ache that was forming between my thighs. They finished, making me wonder how much of this was choreographed.

Lucien looked like he could eat me, yellow eyes looked like he wanted to kill me, and multicolored eyes looked like this was his favorite game. We all stared at each other, the air charged with anticipation that threatened to explode.

“What are you wearing?” Multicolored eyes gripped my chin, making me snap out of my sex daze. It was a gesture Caston did so often that it brought me back to this fucked up situation. “It looks like you forgot the rest of the shirt and what the hell are these?”

He pulled at my shorts, skimming my outfit again with… disgust?

“They are my pajamas,” I snapped, trying to pull my chin out his grasp that was way too firm but failing.

“Is this what women are wearing now?” Lucien looked at my body in hunger. “I think we are missing out, Aeon and Zev.”

“What women now?” I asked, confused.

“One flick or tear and this could come right off.” I think this one was Aeon, I'm pretty sure that’s what Lucien said when he walked me to my room last night. He was looking down at a very clear view of my tits.

“I guess women are now parading as whores,” Zev said. “It seems fitting.”

I laughed, loving that he was trying to make me mad by calling me a whore.

“How original, the broody asshole thinks he can break me by calling me a whore,” I said, as I rolled my eyes. “News flash jerk, I've been called a lot worse mostly by my hu—”

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