Page 48 of Trust in the Fallen

“We asked you a question, angel,” Wyatt reminds me.

“No.” I shake my head. “It was part of the agreement my parents made with Jason’s father.” Just saying his name while they touch me like this feels wrong, but not in the way you would think. I don’t want to taint this moment with thoughts of him. I don’t want him to have anything to do with the time I spend with these men.

Wyatt looks over my shoulder, and they seem to communicate silently for a few seconds before all their attention returns to me.

“You’ve been such a good girl for us,” Wyatt praises. His fingers pump harder inside of me and he adds pressure to my clit until I can barely breathe.

“Wasn’t that easy, little one?” Elias presses a kiss to the crook of my neck as he pinches my nipples with just the right amount of pressure until I’m dancing across the tightrope of pleasure and pain.

I nod against his chest, the soft fabric of his t-shirt the only thing between us. Why isn’t he naked?

A few more flicks of my nipples and a little more pressure on my clit, and I’m right there, so close my body instinctively clenches in preparation. But again it’s torn away, and this time tears prick at my eyes. Irrational tears that have no place in this room or with these men, but I can’t help but let them fall against my cheeks.

I expect them to be mad at me, or to stop what they’re doing, but the sight of my tears makes them double their efforts and when I’m at the edge again they don’t withdraw, they don’t pull me back, they allow my body the release it craves.

“That’s it, angel, come for us,” Wyatt’s eyes are red hot with desire as he coaxes my body through wave after wave of pleasure.

When I sag against Elias, and he wraps me in the blanket Wyatt hands to him, I feel lighter than I have in years, like somehow the release of my own emotions and my body’s release were all I needed to be able to breathe.

CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE

ELIAS

Istare down at Leighton’s sleeping form in my arms in awe.

I never liked cuddling. Not when I was a teenager, not with my ex-wife, and not with any of my subs. If I were in a position where I had to provide aftercare, of course I would, but it wasn’t something I enjoyed.

But this? This is everything.

She feels tiny in my arms, so fragile and vulnerable that all I want to do is put my body in front of hers against anything that could ever hurt her, but she’s proven how fucking strong she is, too.

I’m sure she doesn’t see it that way, the dejection in her voice as she admitted why she didn’t feel like she could leave was proof enough of that, but when I look at our girl, I see a fighter, a woman I want to give the whole fucking world to.

Wyatt pads back in with a bottle of water and a bag of crackers for when she wakes up. She’s probably still full from dinner, but I’d feel better if she ate something after what we just did. She needed that release. She needed to cry and let out all the emotions she’s been holding on to, and the evidence of that is how peacefully she sleeps in my arms.

He climbs onto the bed beside me and peeks at her over my shoulder. “You were right,” he says.

“When am I not?” I smirk, pushing some of the hair from her eyes. “But what in particular this evening?”

“About the punishment. I thought you were fucking crazy when you suggested it, that she wouldn’t be able to handle it after all she’s been through.”

I nod. “She needed the outlet.”

“I went to see Jason today. Told him if he comes near her I’ll kill him.”

“We’re going to kill him anyway.”

He laughs. “Yeah, but he doesn’t need to know that.”

I can’t say I’m surprised he went to see the asshole. I’ve been considering it myself, but I can’t bring myself to leave Leighton yet. Everyone sees Wyatt as the nice one, the soft one even, but he’s the loose cannon. He doesn’t have the same control I do, and that’s what makes him fucking lethal in a fight. But it has also got him in trouble over the years, which is why I wish he’d spoken to me about it before he went.

“There’s a part of the story she’s not telling us,” I muse, looking down at the sleeping angel in my arms. It’s an apt nickname for her, one that so accurately describes her. But it’s not lost on me how much she doesn’t belong in this world. We’re going to ruin her. She’s too soft for our hardness, too innocent for our deviance.

But we wouldn’t be the villains of the story if we let her go.

Wyatt nods. “I picked that up, too.”

The question is, why? She has nothing to lose and everything to gain by telling us the truth. By now she should realize she’s safe, and we’re not going to let anything happen to her. But she’s still holding something back.

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