Page 5 of Sinful Desires

“W-why am I here?” I forced out once I was done taking in my surroundings.

Myles took a step forward, his fingertips brushing across the nape of my neck as he pushed my black hair behind my shoulder.

Heat surrounded me as Maverick and Ethan moved to join us so that I was completely surrounded.

“Like Ethan said earlier,” Myles whispered. “We just want to play.”

“Play what?”

Ethan rested his hands on my hips, causing my breath to hitch. With all three boys surrounding me, realization slowly started setting in. My head started moving of its own accord as it shook back and forth furiously.

I opened my mouth, ready to scream, but Myles was quick to lunge forward, smashing his mouth against mine. My body trembled as his hot breath fanned against my lips, and he moved his hand to the front of my neck where he applied a small amount of pressure. With his free hand, he started to unbutton his jeans, and I jerked backwards, breaking the kiss, only to be thrown into Ethan who still stood behind me.

Ethan’s hands were still pressed firmly against my hips and his grip tightened as I backed into him trying to get away from Myles.

“Please,” I choked out. “Y-you don’t have to do this.”

He let out a low animalistic growl as he stepped towards me again—this time, without any pants on. “I love it when you beg.”

“We ‘want’ to do this,” Ethan said, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot behind my ear, causing me to shudder once again. He pressed his erection into my back to show me how much he wanted this.

My eyes burned as tears forced their way out, and a sob got launched in my throat. Myles got to work, forcing my pants down my legs. I kicked and flailed, but that only made him laugh as he watched my useless attempt at trying to fight him off.

His eyes lit up excitedly when he took in the assortment of self-inflicted cuts and scars etched into my skin. He knelt to the floor, pressing a wet kiss to my thigh.

The way his breath brushed across my leg had me trembling. As if sensing my discomfort, Ethan brought his hands up to my chest where he began kneading my breasts through my shirt,

“A-are you going to hurt me?” I asked softly.

“Yes, little dove. We’re going to hurt you a lot.”

I jerked myself out of the memory, not wanting to relive any of that right now. When night fell, my demons would haunt me and I’d have no choice, but that was a worry for later.

They had taken turns stripping me of my innocence and filling me in places I’d never even thought of using before. That was the day I realized that guys would always take what they wanted no matter what. I stared the devil in the face that day—three of them to be exact—and it changed me. Despite all the marks on my body backing up my claim, Connie and Trent believed their son over me.

Myles told me that if I ever snitched, he’d kill me. But I did anyway.

From that moment on, I was done. The last of my humanity died within that house, and there was no getting it back.

Chapter 2

Foster

Beads of sweat coated my skin as the drug coursed through my body. My heart beat erratically as it struggled to keep up with the rest of my organs and a stupid grin worked its way onto my face as the high took over.

“It’s some good shit, huh?” Hunter questioned from the chair beside me as he took a hit of the glass rose resting between his fingers. The smoke swirled within the ball before he sucked it back up and released it into the air.

I scrunched up my nose, trying to avoid the wretched smell and nodded. Meth wasn’t much of a party drug, but it felt good as shit. We mostly avoided it, and only smoked it every once in a while, for obvious reasons.

“Where are the others?” I inquired; my tongue heavy in my mouth.

Hunter’s brows furrowed and he glanced down at his phone screen. “They should be here any minute.” I nodded, satisfied by his response.

My gaze drifted over to the bedside table where a bottle of water sat. Reaching out, I grabbed the beverage and twisted off the cap before guzzling half of it. The cool liquid coated my throat and traveled through my body like a cold tsunami. But it was quickly snuffed out by the raging inferno inside me. Hunter stretched out his arm, offering me the pipe, but I shook my head, knowing that the others would flip shit if we didn’t leave enough for them.

I placed the water bottle back down and sucked in a few shallow breaths. My heart pounded to a deadly rhythm, making it almost physically unbearable.

“You good?” he asked with a laugh, pushing his hands through his chocolate-colored hair in an attempt to smooth it out of his brown eyes. He put the pipe down on the tray, and then fished out his pack of Marlboros.

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