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But when the guys lock eyes and Christian asks him, “Do you want to taste her?” I’m not prepared for what happens next.

Instead of Christian turning me so Zeke can kiss me, they kiss each other in a hot, open-mouthed exchange beforebothof their mouths find my flesh. Zeke kisses and sucks up the side of my neck while Christian nibbles and sucks my opposite jaw. And I’m pretty sure I’ve blasted off into outer fucking space. A throbbing explodes between my legs as I throw my head back and moan out, letting them taste and tease until we’re all panting.

Christian takes his mouth away from me, making me whimper, before he grabs my chin and forces me to look him dead in the eyes. “You’re going to be ours, Billie. We all know it. Come to the dark side now and we’ll make it easy on you, but make us work for it…?”

“And we’ll make this fucking hard, baby,” Zeke rasps against my throat, finishing Christian’s words.

Swallowing, I picture where they would actually be hard, not at all caring what they might do to me to make my situationhard.I don’t think there will be a single thing they can do to “punish” me, but I could be wrong. Actually, the perfect punishment would be them not touching or kissing me anymore. Nowthatwould be a fucking brutal punishment.

“I never take the easy way out,” I whisper, pulling my gaze from Christian’s as I stare down at his plump bottom lip. He tastes so damn good, and I want to taste him again.

Christian chuckles, shaking his head. “Little hellfire, you havenoidea what’s coming for you.”

No, I clearly don’t, but that’s what’s going to be fun about all of this. I need a good distraction from the shit show called my life. And if the distraction is from the two hottest guys on campus, I’ll happily accept it.

“I should probably be taken home now, right?” I ask when Christian releases my chin.

But he shakes his head. “Oh no, baby, we’re not done with you yet.”

My nerves spike through me when Christian steps back and nods at Zeke. I’m moving before I know what’s happening, being led to Christian’s bed. No, no, no! I haven’t agreed to anything!

“Don’t worry—we won’t hurt you,” Zeke whispers as he helps me kneel on the bed.

He captures my arms behind me, arching my back and making my tits stick out. I’m not wearing a bra and my nipples are hard as fuck right now. There’s no way they can’t see how turned on I am.

Zeke crawls onto the bed behind me, keeping my arms captive while Christian grabs his phone and walks toward us. When I think he’s about to record us, he smirks down at the screen before pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.

“This is what you do to me, little hellfire,” Christian rasps as he steps up to the end of the bed, right in my space, as Zeke holds me there.

I tear my gaze from his, feeling my chest heave as I stare down at the screen. My pussy tightens as a full body flush envelopes me. Christian’s pierced, thick cock is front and center on the video, and he’s stroking himself slow and hard. I’m panting, wanting to rip my shirt off because the material is rubbing against my nipples in the wrong way.

“When Zeke told me how you kissed him back, this is what I did. I couldn’t help myself, Billie,” he whispers the last part.

I lock my gaze on the screen, watching him stroke himself until a bead of pre-cum coats the head. Knowing that my kink is cock praise, I’m dying a little inside to know I can’t touch him like that yet. It’s so hard not to give in and accept their offer. But this is exactly why they’re doing this right now—they’re trying to make me so weak, I have no choice but to accept.

Pulling my gaze from Christian’s thick, pulsing cock, I stare right into his eyes and smile. “You gotta do better than that.”

He lets out a single laugh, tossing his phone onto the bed beside me. My eyes betray me and slide down his shirtless torso, admiring all the inked artwork littering his flesh. I’m trying really hard not to think about my fingers digging into his ink as he fucks me, pushing me over the edge.

“We’re just getting to know one another on a more personal level, little hellfire,” Christian murmurs as he reaches down and hooks his thumbs in the top of his jeans. “But don’t worry, there will be plenty of time to understand what we all like. For now, I’m going to punish you for letting another guy touch you.”

Punish me for letting another guy touch me? Who touched—oh… Shit, I forgot about CJ and our interrupted date at the pool hall. But I’m going to fight him on this, too.

“Listen, as much as you think I’m going to enjoy being punished, you have no right to do—”

My words are cut short the second Christian roughly grabs my jaw and pulls me to him. His forehead connects with mine, and I swallow nervously when his hard gaze challenges me.

“When someone who isn’t me or Zeke touches you, I have every fucking right to unalive them and then remind you who you belong to,” he says in a deep, tight voice.

I lick my lips again, fighting the dryness in my mouth when I try to say, “But I don’t belong—”

“Then go.”

Christian steps completely away from me, challenging me again, but this time he looks completely pissed the fuck off. He’s tired of me fighting him and it’s only been a few days. Stepping up to his door, he holds it open and nods his head out.

“Fucking go, Billie.”

My heart drops into my stomach when Zeke releases my arms and moves away from me. And the look in Christian’s eyes is final. They’re done with me already?

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