The Pain Of The Pleasure

TWENTY-EIGHT - RYTH

I SURFACED, my breaths easing...a snore trapped in the back of my throat as I opened my eyes. I blinked and shifted, then let out a moan at the brutal thumping in my head.

What...the...fuck...happened? My mouth tasted bitter and strange. The corners of my lips were tender as I licked them. I shifted in the bed, trying to remember. An ache pulsed between my thighs, not painful...just there. Then it all came flooding back. The dress, the alcohol.

Oh God, the stripclub. And Lazarus Rossi burning neon bright in my head. I know what you did. My own savage tone drifted from that throbbing inside my head. God, I couldn't believe I'd said that...and to him, of all people. But that wasn't the only thing I'd done, was it? That nagging tenderness between my thighs pulled me toward the truth.

I closed my eyes, trying my best to back away from the realization of what I'd done last night. Memories flickered. Tobias...Nick...Caleb with his hand fisted in my hair. Good girl, that's the way, fuck him. "Noooo," I moaned, and shook my head as faint sounds of movement came from somewhere downstairs in the house. This wasn't happening.

That hadn't happened. But I didn't need to dig too deep to know it had...I'd fucked my soon-to-be stepbrothers, all three of them. The ache between my thighs turned into something else, something sick and not quite normal. I didn't need to touch myself to know I was wet with the memory. Pull out, Tobias. My pussy throbbed as Nick's voice came roaring to the surface.

Pull the fuck out, T. I could still feel his cock inside me, that dark, merciless gaze fixed on me as he thrust deeper, harder, and growled, No. He came inside me...Oh God...my own stepbrother came inside me. I reached down, my lips plump and swollen, sending an ache deeper as I slipped my finger inside. Gio comes near you now, little sister, and I'll fucking end him, Tobias reminded me. You understand that? I bit my lip, the ache giving away to that sick desire inside me. You belong to us now. You... are...mine.

I danced my fingers around my clit, slow circles dancing around that oh-so-sensitive flesh. I ached, and hurt, and fucking came alive. My orgasm hit me hard, flooding through me like a tsunami of molten desire. I shuddered, slid my fingers free, and clamped my thighs together, riding that wave of euphoria until I crashed back down.

Would they hate me now? Tobias' rage was seared fresh in my memory. He'd be meaner, maybe more than he'd been before. God, what the fuck have I done? My bladder ached, reminding me I had to get out of bed. My bed... I'd been in Tobias'...so how had I gotten here? The answer was a blur of darkness as I pushed up, climbed out of bed, and looked down. I was wearing Tobias' t-shirt...and his boxers. I winced and pulled the shirt over my head, not knowing how to feel about that.

He just wanted you out of his room...that's all, that nagging whisper said. Don't read anything into it. I shoved the boxers down, grabbed them both, and waded them up tight. I'd leave them in the hamper in the bathroom, no one would know. I hurried, slipping on panties and a pair of cutoff sweats, before pulling on a bra and t-shirt and left my room with Tobias' clothes in my hand. I couldn't stop my gaze from traveling to his door, and my body clenched in response. The low hiss from the automatic coffee machine came from the kitchen downstairs, drawing me back to the night mom and I had arrived. It seemed like forever ago now. Forever since I'd been here, trapped in this hell with three men who wouldn't leave me alone.

I stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me, then marched to the hamper and tossed Tobias' dirty clothes in. "Getting rid of the evidence, I see." I flinched and spun, coming face to face with Tobias as he closed the door quietly behind himself and hit the lock. "You need to be careful now, Ryth. Don't you know, locking the bathroom door is a must when you live on the same floor with three insatiable men." He came closer, gripping a small white bottle in his hand.