13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Noelle

“Fuck,” a voice groans. “Who knew jerking off to a sleeping girl would be so damn satisfying?”

I scrunch my eyes closed, shielding them from the sudden flood of light. My head feels muddled and incoherent thoughts form.

Two figures stand before me; one bent over, his hands gripping the quilt draped over the foot of the bed. With blurred eyes, I watch as his body jolts back and forth in fast movements. The other is behind him. I can’t make out their faces as they’re wearing masks. All I see are firm hands holding the bent figure by the shoulders.

Sticky liquid falls on my face. I try to open my mouth but fail. My lips are glued together. No, not glued. Tape of some sort. My mouth is sealed shut. I tug at my arms, but they’re bound, along with my feet.

Another shadowy figure crosses my vision, arms crossed—a spectator.

The last thing I remember is Peter handing me a drink. I don’t usually take drinks from strangers, but since he was so intent on impressing my father, I figured I would be safe. I’m so fucking stupid.

“I’m going to remove the tape, but if you scream, I’ll shove my cock down your throat and choke you with it.”

My blood runs cold. They’re going to rape me. It’s not just Peter who’s going to violate me. It seems he’s invited a group of friends to participate.

His hands are shockingly gentle. He pulls the tape slowly from one corner of my mouth, confusing me with his tenderness. I assumed that any man who wanted to rape me would rip it off, unconcerned about the damage they would leave in their wake.

“My dad can pay you.” I sob. “We’ve got money. You don’t need to do this.”

The one above clears his throat. “Your dad can’t give us what we want.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

“I’m not an object.”

Warm hands grip my bare thighs. I look down and find that I’m completely naked. My legs are tied up, and my vagina is exposed to the masked man’s eyes. All I see is the haunted gray of his irises.

“We know you’re not an object,” he groans. “You’re Madonna and the whore. The sun and the moon. Paradise and Hell. Salvation and damnation. You’re the meaning of life.”

His words hit me like a fist. They’re shocking, deranged, and oddly sweet. I’m confused about how I can find anything sweet in a situation like this, where I’m tied up and my life could very well hang in the balance.

I look at the man above me and freeze. My eyes have finally adjusted, and even though they’re all wearing black ski masks, those dark green eyes can’t be shrouded. “Lorne?”

Large hands move to the bottom of the mask, lifting it slowly above his head. “Hey, there, pretty Snow.”

Snow. He called me that from the moment he first saw me. He’s taken my last name and added his twist. I assumed he was mocking me, but I know that’s not the case when he looks at me like he’s beholding something majestic.

“What are you doing, Lorne?” I look at the two figures at the foot of the bed. “I’m guessing you’re Cas and Declan.”

“At your service, Sunshine,” the man groans as he holds the other’s head aggressively on the bed. “Fuck, if looking at your cunt makes me come like this, I’m curious to see what fucking it will do.”

I’m confused. I’m tied up and wet. So wet that I think I could come from just his words. I turn to Lorne, and he smirks. The little shit knows I’m wet.

“What do you want, Snow?”

“I want you to let me go.”

His finger moves along the cum on my face, trailing it over my skin like a child moving finger paint on paper. He carries it to my lips and glides the cum along them. “You don’t want that, Snow. No, you want us to fuck you like animals. You want to know what it’s like to be railed so hard that you can’t walk straight.”

My tongue darts out, and I get a small taste of his salty-sweet flavor. My eyes close of their own accord as my mind wages war with itself. This isn’t me. I’m the good girl. The sweet girl. I’m the girl who does everything she’s supposed to. “You shall not eat it, nor shall you touch it, lest you die.”

“What did you say?” Declan asks.

“I’m contemplating the dangers of giving in to men like you.”

Declan shoves Cas onto the bed and leaves the room without a word, slamming the door behind him.

Sadness tugs at my heart over his reaction. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, he’s fucked up. We’re all fucked up.” Lorne turns to Cas and nods.

“I can’t believe I have to deal with him while you get to stare at her,” Cas grumbles.

He says something under his breath, but I can’t make it out. I can only focus on his massive erection as he stalks to the door after Declan.

A warm breath along my ear. “It’s impressive, isn’t it?”

“What is?” I feign ignorance because that man’s penis is like a damn elephant in a China shop. He gives a new meaning to the word anaconda.

Lorne raises an eyebrow, “Snow, you can cut the act. You’re practically drooling.”

My eyes catch his. “You’re no slouch, but Jesus, that’s a horse’s cock.”

A warm, boisterous chuckle fills the room. “Don’t I know it.” He’s silent for a moment, then adds in a soft, deductive tone, “He knows how to use it too. I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

Briar’s voice crashes into my mind. “Fuck them. Fuck, if you don’t want to do it, call me, and I’ll ride them until they call uncle.”

I thrash my bound arms, irrationally angry at the idea of her going anywhere near them. But also, I hate that I don’t have Briar’s confidence. If she were here, she’d bend herself up like a pretzel and have the time of her life.

For Briar, sex is easy and fun. It’s no strings attached. For me, sex is traumatic. I wasn’t sure I wanted it that first time. My vagina sure wasn’t wet. Jimmy didn’t seem to care about checking in on me, either. He shoved it in, and after two pumps, he rolled over and asked me if I came as hard as him. The experience was so horrible that I’d rather use my wand than look at a man.

“Where’d you go?”

Lorne’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. “To the past.”

Lorne shakes his head, his hair flopping over his emerald eyes. “The past is never a good place. You try to outrun it, but it always seems to be there, lingering.”

“For a psycho, you’re profound.”

He sits beside me, pulling a cigarette out of the pack and lighting it. “Profound isn’t always a good thing. Usually, it means you’ve lived too much of life.”

“What are you going to do to me if I say no? If I don’t want to be a part of your merry little band.”

“Let you go.”

“That’s it? I say no, and you let me go on my merry way to live peacefully, far from your prying eyes?”

Lorne takes a drag of his cigarette, a lopsided smirk on his full, kissable lips. “I never said we’d let you live peacefully.” He turns to me, wiping the cum off my face with a clean cloth. “You’re kerosene, Snow, and we’re the flames. Once the two have been introduced, there’s no going back. The explosion has to happen. But as fucked up as we are, we could never harm you.” He takes another hit of the cigarette, inhaling deeply. “Besides, you help him, and no one has ever been able to help him.”

“Help who?”

“Declan.”

“Declan? The guy who stormed out of here like I killed his mother?”

“The same. He’s got issues. You triggered him, but trust me, Snow; you’re the key.”

I stare up at the ceiling. “Is that a noose up there?”

Lorne peers up and laughs. “Never said Declan was the only one with issues.”

I take in the thick brown rope hanging from the ceiling. What kind of fucked up shit are these three into? I should run, tell them to fuck off, and move to a different continent. But Lorne’s lost expression and sad smile make me say something I fear I may regret in the worst way. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. Untie my arms and legs and get the other two nutjobs back in here. If I’m going to do this, we need ground rules.”