Their Bratty Girl

Chapter Four

Jackson

I watch Nalia as she eats. I didn't expect Felix to put his hands on her so quick but honestly her attitude was getting to all of us.

Every single one of us wanted to be the one to pull her hair and make her shut up for a moment.

It's kinda cute that a little rough treatment made her rethink her decision to be a brat. The way her hand shook as she grabbed her fork was the cutest thing ever and the way her cheeks were flushed, he pupils dilated.

Ugh. I wanna fuck her so bad. But mostly I wanna tease her over and over and over again till tears are streaming down her face and she begging me for some type of release, any type of release.

I watched the way her body stilled at the command in Ethan's voice when he told her to stop. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

I think she won't admit it to herself so we might have to do some persuading.

Dark thoughts begin to enter my mind as I watch her get up, place her plate in the sink after rinsing it and leave the kitchen.

And oh I definitely didn't miss the full body shiver she gave when Felix called her a good girl for eating her good and putting up her plate.

We are gonna have so much fun.

Nalia

What. The. Fuck. Was. That?

Omg. Omg. Omg. Omg.

That was so much hotter than it needed to be. Him grasping a handful of my hair and ripping my head back. Ohhh, the thought makes me want to lay out on my bed with a vibrator between my legs.

But that would mean they win right?

This is a game right?

What if it's not?

The moment I get up stairs I run to my room, throw my door open and closed then fall onto my bed, my slippers falling off.

I can't believe that just happened!

His hand felt so amazing in my hair. All I can think about is what it would feel like in different places, maybe his hand around my throat or between my legs getting me off.

"Ugh," I groan into the pillow. If I was a dude I would be hard as a rock right now.

I turn around till I'm laying on my back and let my hands trail over my body. My fingers glide over my nipples, a sigh tumbling from my mouth. I pinch them softly, wetness pooling in between my legs.

I have a feeling my panties are soaked. I was already feeling as if I was dripping in the kitchen earlier. And now that I finally touching myself I feel slick and slippery.

I pull my shirt till my tits are exposed to the cold air of my bedroom. My nipples harden further.

I already feel like I'm going to combust. That's not normal. This has never happened to me but as I touch myself I imagine the four men downstairs. I imagine their hands on me. I imagine their cocks in me. Before I know it my hand is in my shorts and I'm slowly moving my index finger across my slick clit.

A breathy moan escapes my lips and I bite my lip to quiet myself.

I really don't want the men downstairs to hear me.

My fingers trail down my slit till I'm at my entrance. I slowly circle the wet hole and slip my fingers in. I slowly fuck myself for a moment before going back to my clit. My hands movements have quickened and soon I'm whimpering, drawing blood form my lip.