Chapter 14

SCARLET

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Ihid in my room after my shower, nursing my wounded vagina as I watched a show with the little tabby nestled into my side. I tried to allow myself to fall into the fantasy world of my show as I stroked my new friend, his soft purrs helping relax me.

A part of me wondered if I chose to stop showering and became filthy, not brushing my teeth, would they leave me alone? With my luck, I'd probably wind up with some kind of damn infection or UTI though, so I ruled it out. At least the walk-in closet had some men's clothes that I'd thrown on after my shower, and I'd found a brand new toothbrush and box of toothpaste under the sink that I'd helped myself to.

I was getting hungry though, but I was unsure about leaving my room. Without my phone, I had no way of knowing what time it was, and the TV didn't have it.

The grumbling of my stomach became too much, and I slid out of bed.

"Guess I need to brave it, I'm hungry," I murmured to my little friend, and he just gazed at me through hooded eyes. I padded over to the door and pressed my ear against it, holding my breath. I couldn't hear voices, a TV, or any sound of life outside my room.

"You coming with me?" I asked quietly as I looked back at the tabby, but he'd already closed his eyes again.

Guess I was on my own.

I sucked in a breath as I straightened my spine and turned the handle. I pulled it open, glancing out into the hall, finding all the rooms closed. Cristian had gone out, if I was to believe him, and I didn't want to think of what crimes he was currently committing. As for the other two, I had no clue if they were here, and I padded out as quietly as I could, my socks silent on the black marble flooring on this level. I reached the staircase and peeked over, finding the living area empty, and no movement in the part of the kitchen I could see.

I continued creeping along, as quiet as possible, my senses on high alert for the wretched men of this place.

When I reached the kitchen, I relaxed slightly, accepting that they were either busy in their rooms or out for the day.

Either way, I could see if I could round up some food.

I paused in the kitchen as I opened the pantry, my gaze sliding to the elevator.

Was it possible…?

I abandoned my current task, slinking over to it and checking for a button.

Nope, no button, only that wretched key-card pad.

Had I really thought I could get away?

I let my shoulders sag, but a grumble from my stomach had me returning to the kitchen and digging through the pantry.

I found a cool bag, and I loaded it up with everything I thought I might want. Some crackers, chips, jerky, fruit. I found some soda cans in the fridge that I tossed in, along with a glass for water. I threw all sorts into the cool bag until it was full, and then I retreated back to my room, as quiet as a mouse.

If I didn't have to leave my room and risk running into them, then I'd do just that. Maybe they'd forget all about me and leave me alone.

I scoffed softly, knowing that was unlikely. But a girl could dream.

I dug into some of the chips and popped a can of soda as I shoved my haul into my bedside table, sliding the half-full cooler under the bed as well.

"We got this, just drown it all out," I muttered as I turned my show back on, snuggling in beside my furry companion.

All I had to do was survive. I'd figure everything else out later.

I shot up straight, pausing my show at the sound of movement outside my door. My pulse quickened, and I gritted my teeth, awaiting whatever happened.

Sure enough, the door swung open, and Tyrone's imposing frame filled the space. He eyed my companion before returning his gaze to me.

"There's dinner downstairs."

"I'm good," I said, surprised that he hadn't strode in here like he owned the place. Well, he did, but still.

"It wasn't an invitation. Get downstairs." His dark eyes glossed over me, moving to my soda can and bag of open chips on the bedside table.

I slid off the bed, knowing there was no point arguing or trying to defy him. It was only going to bite me in the ass somehow.

So I begrudgingly went downstairs, with him two steps behind me like a wolf waiting for me to falter. It was unnerving, and I could feel his intimidating form behind me, closing in and almost suffocating me.

Downstairs, Julian and Cristian were already seated at the marble-topped table with what looked like some fancy steak meals with roast veggies. Had someone cooked? Or had they bought it?

Not that I cared. I just wanted to return to my room and stay as far away from them as possible, even if the food looked enticing.

I took the spot beside Julian, where a plate was already served up. Cristian was on the other side of the table, and Tyrone took his seat at the head.

"Eat," Tyrone's tone was low, but I didn't dare think for a second that it wasn't an order.

I clenched my teeth as I stared down at my meal, feeling all eyes on me. The clothes I'd gotten out of the closet were not flattering, but I didn't care. If I could dissuade them from coming after me in any possible way, I was doing it.

"You should be grateful, Scarlet," Tyrone stated as he leaned back in his seat, fixing those dark eyes on me with distaste.

"Grateful? I'm a sex slave, I'm getting raped here," I hissed, and his lip quirked unhappily.

"You're getting a room with amenities, food, and you're only required to serve your term with us," he said as he rested his hand on the table.

I noted the gold ring on his middle finger, the chunky ring looking like it was some sort of crest. A family crest, perhaps?

"So the room and food makes it all the more better?" I scoffed, and Cristian smirked while Julian scoffed.

"You're not chained up. You have free range here, which I see you've used to help yourself to food. It could be a hell of a lot worse."

"Just because my pile of shit isn't as big as someone else's, doesn't mean it isn't still shit," I muttered, and Julian barked out a wry laugh as Cristian snorted.

"You need to learn your place and have some respect," Tyrone said as he lifted his head higher, looking down at me like I was beneath him. It really rubbed me the wrong way, and I knew my expression matched how I felt.

"Perhaps I should show her what it'd be like to be a true sex slave? Chain her up, naked, in my room?" Cristian suggested, and I scrunched my face up at the despicable thought. He just arched a brow at me, still wearing that shit-eating grin.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he dropped on the head as a damn baby?

"No, she needs to learn to behave," Tyrone said, before directing his words at me. "You owe us, we did you a favor, a big one at that. You could be in jail, possibly for life for attempted manslaughter if the jury saw fit. A month of servitude how we please isn't that much of a trade for a life sentence, now is it?"

I swallowed, glaring daggers at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and my stomach tightened as his jaw ticked.

"Get undressed," he ordered. "Try to defy me, and I'll cut off your fingers one by one."

A chill swept down my spine at the threat, and I knew he wouldn't hesitate to see it through after what he'd done to Ray.

"Is Ray okay?" I asked, having been worried about him far too much.

"He's fine, in recovery. He'll be back at work in a few days," Tyrone answered as he clasped his hands before him and rested his chin on them. "Now, get undressed. I won't ask again."

My skin crawled as I rose, the sickness swimming in my gut as all three sets of eyes bored into me.

Maybe I should burn the entire apartment down and slit my wrists. Free myself and take them out all at once.

I shoved the thought aside, knowing Noms would be devastated. We'd made a pact years ago that if things ever got bad in our heads like that, we'd choose to live for one another and reach out. We were all we both had.

I stripped down unhappily, yanking my clothing off angrily before jutting my chin out. Maybe I had a damn death wish, but Tyrone's mouth quirked ever so slightly.

"Was that so hard, pet?"

His condescending tone made me stiffen, and then he slid his chair back and beckoned me over.

"Come."

I hesitated for only a moment before stepping past Julian, who didn't try to hide his wandering gaze.

For Noms and Ray. I had to do this for them.

That would be my damn mantra until this whole thing was over.

"Good, now undo my belt."

I scowled at him, and he just arched a brow and nodded down at his slacks. He was wearing a gray undershirt that did little hide his muscular frame, the fabric pulled tight over that hard expanse of his chest.

I locked eyes with him, wishing the wretched man would just spontaneously combust right before me, and began undoing his belt.

He held my gaze, the rich scent of cigars and whiskey touching my nose as I made quick work of his belt, doing my best to not let my hand graze his oddly stiff cock. Was he getting aroused by ordering me around? Talk about a power complex.

"Done," I muttered as I dropped his belt to the side with begrudging compliance.

"Good, now let me see how that mouth works, pet." The accentuation for his name for me made me want to sock him in the face. Too bad I knew I'd probably lose my hand for it.

Instead, I ground my teeth together and dropped to my knees, my fingers working his slacks undone and freeing his junk.

The cock that burst forth made me swallow uneasily. He had girth, and the sudden realization that I might graze him with my teeth despite my best efforts made my stomach knot. Would he punish me for it?

"Staring at it isn't sucking it," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion, like this was just a normal part of his day.

I'd just have to pray I could do it.

I moved forward, taking him into my mouth.

The only knowledge that he felt any sort of pleasure from my mouth wrapped around his dick was the slightest inhale as I began to bob my head. His hands remained on his knees as I worked his length, putting far too much care into not grazing his thick cock.

Did some twisted part of me wonder what it'd feel like? Yes, since he was larger than any guy I'd ever been with before. But I was not about to entertain that thought.

I'd barely been at it for a few minutes when his hand moved to my hair, yanking my face back so I was looking up at him.

I hated this, the way he was looking down at me, one brow slightly raised like he was selecting a piece of meat to cook. I hated how some twisted part of me found the strangest pleasure in the way the edge of his mouth pulled up slightly, like he was struggling to keep his expression neutral. Those dark eyes were blank though, emotionless, and he exhaled heavily as he angled my head even further up.

"You're mine for the month, pet, and if you do as you're told, you'll survive this without any issues. Understand?"

If looks could kill, he'd have been a pile of ash by now.

I clenched my jaw, and his hand tightened painfully in my hair.

"Do you understand, Scarlet?"

Why did him saying my name send a strange shiver coursing down my spine? It was so raw and gravelly, and it made me feel something I really shouldn't have felt right now.

"Yes," I said, maybe a little too forcefully.

"Good, now sit on it."

I blinked and frowned, taking a moment to process exactly what he'd said. He just sighed like he was talking to a damn toddler as he tugged my hair, coaxing me to my feet.

"Sit on my dick, pet," he commanded as he held me in my bent over position by my hair.

So I'd been correct in my assumption.

"Now. And face the table." His tone was growing tired, and I feared he'd forcefully yank me down onto that painful length if I didn't obey.

So I turned, grateful I'd gotten a bit messy with my blow-job so that I'd have some lubrication.

I eased myself on his length, grinding my teeth to keep from showing any expression as Julian and Cristian watched me with delight.

His cock stretched my walls, the girth on him slightly painful. It took me a solid thirty seconds to finally slide right down to his hilt, and the involuntary quiver I made as he reached around me, his cock moving, made him inhale sharply.

"Good girl," he breathed, his warm breath washing over my ear and sending a bizarre tingle through me. He had no right to be making me feel like this, and his other hand rested against my waist, making me tremble again.

He made no other sound or notion to show how he felt with me perched on his dick, and I didn't know how to feel. Was he just going to sit here, his dick buried in me?

He beckoned for my plate, and Julian slid it over so that it was beside his. His giant form pressed against my back, his thick arms wrapping around me as he began cutting up his steak.

What the actual fuck?

"Eat."

I stared at my plate, hyper aware of his dick still hard as rock inside me, his body flush against my back as he cut up his food. When he lifted a forkful of steak and ate it over my shoulder, his chin resting on it, some part of me wanted to scream, while the other part was feeling sinful things.

"Eat, or I'll make you eat," he said once he'd swallowed, no emotion to his tone, although I knew it wasn't an idle threat.

So I did, although it was hard to focus on anything but his dick buried inside me.

This was messed up, the four of us eating like I wasn't in some weird sex act. Was it even considered one? What was this?

Tyrone finished his meal in record time, while I was struggling. He sipped his glass of whiskey over my shoulder, his warm breath washing over my neck as he breathed.

All eyes focused on me as I tried to finish my meal, refusing to look away from the food as my stomach somersaulted repeatedly.

I finally finished it, and Tyrone set his now empty whiskey glass down.

Was he going to allow me to scurry back to my room? What now?

I stiffened as his hand moved to my arm, sliding along it to my shoulder. My heart hammered, and my skin rippled as his dick twinged inside me.

His hand moved to my collarbone, his fingers trailing down to my left breast, where he teased the nipple as I stared at the whiskey glass, feeling his brothers watching me intently.

No one said a word as Tyrone continued to slide his hand down my front, dancing it over my pubic area and making me twitch.

My breaths were coming sharper now, my emotions a chaotic, confused mix. And then his hand moved down, his fingers finding my clit and swirling over it.

I fought the urge to drop my head back on his shoulder, cursing my body for reacting as I involuntarily arched into his hand.

"Don't move, pet," he breathed against my ear, his lips brushing my neck ever so-slightly. I wasn't sure if he'd meant to do it or not, but it made the flesh there tingle.

He worked my clit as his other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. He didn't move or thrust, and some wretched part of me wanted to shift my body, to bounce just the slightest bit now that the pleasure was clouding my mind.

Fuck, he was good with his hands, and no matter how much I wanted to hate it, I couldn't.

There was something so wicked and sinful about this, the air charged as his brothers watched him toy with me. My arms trembled as I held onto the edge of the table, and then what I'd prayed wouldn't happen, happened.

A wretched whimper escaped my lips, and his arm tightened around my waist.

He never said anything about being quiet.

He stilled, and I clenched my jaw as he sucked in a heavy breath.

I gasped as he suddenly lurched forward, swiping our plates and glasses off the table, sending them crashing to the floor as he bent me over.

I cried out as he drove into me with a vengeance, so raw and primal, his grunts wrapping around me as his hand fisted in my hair.

He yanked my head back, holding me as he fucked me relentlessly like a goddamn animal. I'd been hate fucked before, but this was something else, this was something powerful, and my gaze swayed between the two brothers watching me. Cristian was licking his lips, a wicked look in his eye, while Julian looked entranced, unable to look away from us.

His dick was far too good as he drove into me at this angle, hitting the right spots and stealing another whimper from me.

I hated how the bliss was coiling up inside me against my will, defying me. Tyrone did ease off, keeping his pace steady as he fucked me raw, the whole table jerking with each thrust, the cutlery clinking and Julian's glass tipping over. He didn't even notice, his attention glued to me.

"Don't you forget who you're indebted to, Scarlet. We own you now, we own this pussy. You are ours. Ours to punish, ours to fuck. Got it?" He grunted the words out with deep thrusts that jarred my body.

Oh God. This wasn't about to happen.

"Fuck," I hissed out, the orgasm tearing through me as I trembled, my entire being coursing with the wicked pleasure, my body having betrayed me in the greatest sin.

Tyrone grunted, spearing into me deep before yanking out.

Hot cum splattered across my ass as Tyrone cursed under his breath, and he released my hair, allowing me to rest my flushed cheek on the cool marble.

I stared out the window at the cityscape, not wanting to look at Cristian even though I could see him in my peripheral.

What the fuck had just happened? Why had that happened?

Silence wrapped around me like a heavy blanket, unsettling me as no one said a word.

"Shit," Julian finally mumbled, and I heard him shuffling on the other side of me.

"I'm not the only one who came a little from that, huh?" Cristian scoffed, and Julian cursed him as his chair scraped away from the table.

"Go clean yourself up, pet. You've got a call to make," Tyrone muttered, although his tone seemed slightly off.

I wasn't the only one reeling from what the hell had just happened.

I slid off the table, turning to face him. He'd already tucked his dick away, and he watched me with dark eyes, his face expressionless. I glared at him as I snatched up my clothes from the floor, hating what had just transpired. Hating that my own body had betrayed me the way it had.

I spun on my heel storming to the stairs, ignoring the burning gazes in my back from Cristian and Julian.

This was fucked up.

I was fucked up.