Page 12 of A Dangerous Game

Huffing, I walk into the bathroom behind him. He turns the shower on for me and pulls some towels out of a small linen closet.

“I’ll grab you some spare clothes,” he says as he walks out of the bathroom. “Just toss your clothes by the shower so I can wash them.”

“Wait.” He pauses by the door and gives me an irritated look. “I want my own clothes.”

“They’re gone,” he says harshly. “You’re only allowed to wear what we give you.”

A flash of anger flows through me. “What did you do with my suitcase?”

He doesn’t say anything as he turns back around and walks out of the bathroom.

Letting out a frustrated huff, I undress by the door and leave my clothes there, far away from the shower. I don’t want him anywhere near me while I’m naked.

It’s not as if he hasn’t seen me nude already, but still.

The water is almost scalding, but it’s just what I need to make myself feel clean after everything I’ve endured the past few hours. As I let the water run through my hair, I try to ignore the way Micah’s hands felt on my body, the way he tugged and teased my sensitive nipples. I want to rid myself of the memory of Judas’s mouth on me, the way his fingers slid inside me and pressed on that spot I’d never been able to find myself.

For some reason, I don’t want the two of them to know I’m a virgin, and I hope he didn’t notice the way I reacted when he fingered me.

I don’t want him to know that I want him to do it again.

What the hell is wrong with me? Is this a normal reaction to being kidnapped? I feel like I should be kicking and screaming and tearing this house apart, looking for a way out.

Of course, Iwantto do all those things, but some part of me—deep, deep down in the dark recesses of my mind—wants to know what other ways these men can make me feel good.

I’ve heard that orgasms help get rid of headaches…

Eyes closed, my hand slides down my body until it reaches between my legs to my throbbing clit. I imagine it’s Judas touching me there, the same way he did last night. When I run my other hand over my breasts, I imagine it’s Micah’s.

A pleased sigh escapes my mouth, and I almost wonder if it was too loud, but I don’t care because it feels so good. This time, I have the memory of my captors to make me come.

Leaning against the wall, I rest my foot on the side of the shower to give myself better access to my clit. My finger strokes in a furious circle, desperately chasing my orgasm. I try to be quiet, but it’s hard when all I want is to feel their hands on me.

Chapter 13

JUDAS

Raine’ssweet moans fill the bathroom. She doesn’t notice Micah and me standing in the doorway, watching her with ferocity. Her shape is just barely visible behind the fogged-up glass of the shower, but she’s leaning against the wall with one hand playing with her nipple, the other between her thighs rubbing in circles.

I groan softly and start rubbing myself through my jeans. I want to rip that shower open and fuck her senseless.

“Just give her a minute,” Micah murmurs low enough that she doesn’t hear. “Let her finish first.”

I close my eyes and swallow hard; not being able to touch her right now is killing me.

We weren’t banking on just how intrigued we’d be by her. She was all we could think about last night, all we talked about until the sun started to come up. We’d had plans for her today, plans to break her, but I drugged her so much she slept all day.

She’s different from the others. Tiny, fragile,breakable. We’ll have a lot of fun bending her to our will.

Her license said she just turned eighteen last month. When I did some digging, I found out that her father is Denver Ford, former president of Terra Industries. There were no shortagesof news headlines stating his addiction to alcohol had led to his departure from the company. He must have kept a low profile ever since because I couldn’t find anything else on him from the last seven years.

“Fuck,” Raine whimpers pathetically, and her body arches as she orgasms. She doesn’t care how loud she is now because she’s screaming at the top of her lungs and grinding on her hand until she slowly falls to the floor in a breathless heap.

“I can’t wait anymore, Micah,” I grit under my breath, undoing my belt. She still hasn’t noticed us.

My cock hardens when she suddenly looks up and stares at us through the shower door. She doesn’t make any attempt to move, but she doesn’t make us go away, either.

“What’s wrong, little doe?” Micah taunts. “Embarrassed?”

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