“It’s my fault,” I murmur, finally breaking my silence. “This is all my fault.”
“No,” Michael replies abruptly, spinning me around to face him, gripping me hard. “That’s not true.”
“You guys went there to get revenge for me,” I point out, gazing up at his cold, blank mask. “If it wasn’t for me, then we never would have gone there. Then, maybe the police wouldn’t have assumed that we somehow started the fire. I mean, that’s why they tried stopping us from leaving, right? Because they thought it was us?”
He remains silent.
Frowning, I gawk at him in horror. “Was it us?” I question.
Still, he remains silent.
“I just hope everyone got out in time,” I say, more to myself than to him.
Without warning, he removes his mask, and for the first time tonight, I’m seeing his face. And he’s so, brutally handsome. Strikingly handsome, with sharp, masculine features. Brown eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes that turn me to mush, along with blond, messy hair that’s loosely tied back.
He steps forward, towering over my small frame, forcing me backward until I’m trapped against the wall. “You’re safe,” he whispers, sending me in a trance. “Breathe.”
Inhaling a shaky breath through my nose, my body finally begins to relax.
“That’s it,” he urges, taking my hand, and placing it onto my chest. “Breathe.”
Again, I inhale a long breath, before slowly releasing it. The entire time, our eyes are locked in a captivating stare. There’s just something about the monotone, yet soft sound of his voice, and the way he soothes me.
There’s an endless depth behind his gaze, except he’s unreadable.
Empty.
Yet, I’m hypnotized. Locked in place. Unable to move.
To think.
“Good girl,” he praises, leaning into me. “Again, Quinn. Breathe.”
My heart rate slows, and I allow my eyes to shut, giving in to the comforting sensations that consume me as his voice silences my intrusive thoughts. Time passes by, and then out of nowhere, the sound of the front door crashing open brings me back.
Ghost and Jason enter the house, unmasked, covered in blood, and I run to them. Relief consumes me as they pull me into a strong embrace, and I silently scold myself for caring so much. For feeling so much for them, so quickly.
Although, instead of questioning everything, and hating myself for letting them in, I chose to do the opposite.
I give in to the inevitable bliss of being theirs for the rest of the night.
Pressing myself against Ghost, I lift my hand to the back of his neck, guiding him down to me. He leans forward, pressing his lips firmly against mine. Breathing me in deeply, feverishly. Quietly groaning under his breath. Running his hands through my hair, pulling tight on the strands, the back of my skull throbbing with pain.
I can’t seem to get enough.
After breaking our heated kiss, I turn to Jason, and he knows.
He kisses me hard, longingly. So much lust. Passion.
Michael spins me around, taking my jaw in a firm grasp. He presses his full lips to mine, aggressively gripping my hips, as he brings me against him. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he fights for control, and he wins.
Melting into him, he lifts me from the floor and tosses me over his shoulder. He walks us into a room, Ghost and Jason trailing close behind us, and then he lowers me onto the bed. Grabbing my ankles, he flips me onto my stomach, tearing open the buttons at my crotch.
Fisting the sheets, the weight of his bare body leans against my backside, and he rubs the smooth tip of his cock up and down my wet slit. Michael enters me hard, and I take him all at once, stifling a cry into the mattress.
Barely giving me the chance to adjust to his invasion, he slams into me aggressively. Gripping the back of my neck, he pins me down, keeping me still. Stretching me wide, he plunges himself as deep as I can take him, breathing shallow with each forceful thrust.
“Fuck,” he grunts, wrapping my hair around his wrist, and pulling tight.
Flipping me onto my back, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, and my legs spread for him on their own accord. He enters me slowly, before slamming into me hard. Over and over. Without mercy. Gripping my thighs, he digs his fingers into my skin.
Jason climbs onto the bed, working his thickness with his hand, before grazing the rosy head of his cock against my lips. Prying open my mouth with his thumb, he pushes himself into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around him. Cradling his shaft with my tongue, he fucks my mouth, fingers clasped tight around my throat.