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KENJI

S he taunted me.

Her glances. Her attempts, though weak at times, to challenge me—to challenge us . That push-pull of obedience and insubordination. Her bold claims.

I’d confessed my raw, unfiltered feelings, yet she still thought the reason I held back was that I didn’t want her.

How na?ve. Or selectively blind, as Nicholas described her. There wasn't a moment I didn't think about her. Not a moment I didn't crave her with every atom of my being.

Violet looked up, eyes wide, lower lip quivering. She’d made that same expression when trying to convince me to join the fun. The memory of her pleas was vivid in the back of my head. Far too much.

“Yeah.” She nodded, then scrunched her face in a frown. “What made you change your mind?”

I moved closer, grasping a lock of dark hair and rubbing it between my fingers. “Because you listened to us. Good girls deserve to be told the truth.”

I saw the jolt shoot through her body. It made her flinch, a pleased yet impatient glimmer lighting her gaze. “I’m listening.”

“You answer my question first.” I walked around her slowly, fingers gliding across her back. The urge to touch her was a void demanding to be constantly fed. “You really think I don’t want to fuck you?”

Her muscles clenched under my touch. She turned her head left, then right, probably seeking support from Nicholas and Quinn. Both were staring in silence from across the room. “I don’t know” she finally replied.

She didn’t know? I couldn’t help but chuckle at her candid confession. “Violet, I told you I love you.”

Still giving me her back, she shrugged. “Love can be platonic” she said, using that defiant tone I somehow loved and despised at the same time. It made me want to bend her over and spank it out of her.

“Platonic” I repeated, closing the distance with a single step. Hands on her waist, I pulled her to me. My cock was stiff against her back, the friction tearing a hiss from my throat. “Does this feel platonic to you?”

She gasped. Her heart was beating hard enough for it to ricochet through my chest, the rhythm of it hypnotizing, intoxicating. “I don’t think so.” Her breath was short. Ragged. Her body, on the other hand, was soft. It seemed to melt into my arms. “But you didn’t… you had sex with me just once. The other two times…” She trailed off.

I raised an eyebrow. “We’ve never had sex.” Were it the case, I’d remember. Oh, I’d remember.

“You know what I mean” she replied, her voice low, with a hint of annoyance in it.

“It’s a good habit to call things by their name.” I let my hand slip down her stomach. “I fingered you.”

The tremble of her body told me she remembered exactly what it had been like. Just like I did. The image of her squirming under me as I made her come was forever burned into my retinas. The sounds she’d made? Still heard them from time to time. It drove me insane.

And she thought I didn’t want to fuck her.

“I held back because I tend to get rough” I confessed, holding her to me like I was afraid to see her disappear. “And I like being in full control.”

She turned her head. A faint blush colored her cheeks pink. “So your normal, usual self?”

Speechless. That’s how she left me. While I usually thought a lot and spoke the bare minimum, now my head was a blank canvas. It took me a moment to get it together. “I need to ask you, Violet” I managed, fingers distractedly playing with her hair. “When did you become such a smartass?”

But it was a pointless question: I knew the answer. She’d always been like that. All she’d gone through had affected the way she moved, spoke, appeared. Her authentic self was only now starting to show, though glimpses of it had always seeped through her shell.

She bit her lower lip, taking a step away from me. “Don’t you like it?”

I inhaled sharply before answering. “I like it far too much.” I closed the distance she’d created with a singular stride and grasped her hips. “It makes me want to discipline you.”

She put on a smart smile. A part of me sighed in relief. She’d been so worried about her friend, so determined to save her, I feared the need to find another route would crush her. We hadn’t lied: the fae wouldn't kill the girl. They'd do other horrible things, quite probably, but plain murder wasn't in their style. We would find another way to take her friend home, and I was glad Violet had trusted us enough to believe it. To joke around in a way I found endearing.

“With a spank or two? Should I call you daddy while we’re at it?”

“I might” I warned her, right thumb rubbing her waist through the t-shirt. “So be careful how you talk to me.”

She hesitated for a moment. I read an unspoken question in her gaze before she looked down. “What if… What if I told you I wanted it?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Wanted what? Getting spanked?” Because I could make that happen. The thought alone sent a rush of heat to my cock. That pale, round ass of hers would redden so fast under my hands.

“I could try and see if I like it” she murmured. “And what you said earlier, too. About being rough and in control.”

“You don’t like being told what to do.”

She glanced at me quickly through wet eyelashes. “I… Well, I happen to like it in specific, controlled situations.”

Something lit up inside me, but I didn’t let it show. I just tilted my head to the side. “Such as?” Truthfully, I knew where this was going. I just wanted her to say it out loud.

“Sex” she admitted, that earlier flush extending all the way to her throat. “I like the way you give orders.”

My pants were growing tight around the crotch. I had to ignore the urge to readjust. “Do you?”

I knew she did. I could tell.

She nodded, clear expectation on her face. Still, I hesitated. Her open dislike for being bossed around wasn't the only reason I held back. She'd been through years of physical and psychological abuse. The last thing I wanted was to scare or hurt her.

“Would you two just fuck and get it over with?” Nicholas huffed from the couch. “It’s getting old.”

Quinn, sitting next to him, had a diabolical smile on his face. “We wouldn’t complain.”

No shit. Watching them fuck her had been a dreamlike experience. I knew for a fact it would be the same if the roles were reversed.

“So you…” Violet looked back at them, then turned to face me again. “It doesn’t bother you at all? Really?”

There was a moment of silence, of common understanding, before I answered for the three of us. “Really.”

She slowly nodded; her eyes were lowered in a focused expression. “But if it were another guy…”

She trailed off, and I was grateful about it. I doubted I would’ve been able to tolerate the rest of that sentence.

“Who?” Nicholas barked, as always too immersed in his chaotic feelings to understand the situation was hypothetical.

I clicked my tongue. “We wouldn’t be happy about it.”

“Of course, love, you aren’t forbidden from…” Quinn tightened his lips. “From meeting others, if it’s what you wish for.”

I clenched my jaw. None of us had missed the absence of a proper answer after our confessions. I knew she felt something, but it was hard to establish precisely what. She needed time, I was aware of that, but I couldn't stand that silence. It was killing me.

“Yeah, you go ahead” Nicholas added. “Just keep in mind they might turn up dead.”

A tiny smile appeared on her lips, but she didn’t say anything.

Quinn rolled his eyes with too much emphasis. “Enough with the death threats. Why don’t we go back to what we were discussing a moment ago? Far more interesting, in my humble opinion.”

Violet turned in my direction, eyes wide and curious. “Yeah. Why don’t we?”

"Violet." I closed my eyes and inhaled. She was making it hard to fulfill the promise I'd made to myself. Right now, all I wanted to do was tear her clothes off and screw her until she was an incoherent, shaking mess. "We should leave. We've been gone too long."

She placed a hand on my stomach, preventing me from turning. “I don’t get it. It sure seems like… like you don’t want it. Like you don’t want me.”

If she only knew the kind of battle I was fighting not to give in.

“I told you I like it when you get bossy in intimate situations” she went on, entirely oblivious. “It’s okay if you’re not in the mood right now, but it seems like you don’t want it at all. I just want to understand.”

Quinn and Nicholas’s snickers pissed me off. They thought I was acting stupid. I gave them a warning look before shifting my gaze toward Violet. “I told you. I get rough and controlling.”

Her hand moved up, gentle. “And I told you it’s okay.”

“It isn’t.”

“Maybe I like it” she replied, a trace of annoyance in her voice. “How would you know? You refuse to have sex with me. And not because you don’t want to. That, I would understand and respect. You refuse… I don’t even know why, honestly. Having a tendency to get rough isn’t much of an explanation since I’ve been telling you—”

“You don’t understand” I cut her off with a hiss, locking her wrist in a tight grip to stop her climb. “They hurt you for years. I saw the wounds, Violet. I saw the bruises. I see the way you still flinch when someone raises their voice or makes a sudden movement.” I shook my head, the memory of what those scumbags had done to her making me wish we’d been harder on them. “I won’t make things worse for you” I concluded, lowering my voice.

“Oh.” She blinked, expressionless, staring into the void. When she looked up at me, there was something soft in her gaze. “You wouldn’t” she murmured. “Nothing you do, all three of you, could make things worse for me. I trust you. And I… I feel safe when we’re together” she concluded, looking down.

She trusted us. She felt safe. Getting an “I love you” back would be great, but this would do, too. For the time being. Still, I shook my head. “Something might trigger you. Scare you.”

“If that happens, I’ll let you know.” She wrapped her free arm around me, pulling me closer. “I’m starting to learn the power of communication. Useful tool, really.”

I held back a smile. “Took you long enough.”

“I trust you” she went on, determination on her face. “Fully. I know you’d stop immediately if something weren’t okay with me.”

Damn right I would. I still wasn’t convinced, though. “I don’t want you to regret it.” To hate me , I added silently. To be scared of me .

“I could never” she whispered and freed her hand to trace long lines down my abdomen. “Besides, I owe you… I owe you something.”

Her soft touch was sending me over the edge. Those glances, too—curious, pleading, alluring. “You owe me something?”

She nodded, hand going down and down. “An… you know. An orgasm.”

A moment before she reached my crotch, I seized her wrist again. "You owe me multiple orgasms. Not mine, though. Yours.”

The last brick of the wall of self-control I’d built with great effort fell as I lifted her off the ground, mouth devouring hers with the thirst of a man who’d denied himself basic human necessities for far too long.

She wrapped her legs around me, heat engulfing my body, and whispered something along the lines of finally . I shared the feeling, and I wasn’t the only one: I walked to the closest bed, followed by Quinn’s cheering and Nicholas’s annoyed about time .

I settled her on the mattress and took a moment to look. Just look. Her flushed skin. The wide eyes glinting with expectation. The short breath coming through her parted lips. The way her chest rose and fell. The hair fanned out around her head.

One by one, I peeled her clothes off. Sweatshirt, jeans, tank top. I tugged her up to unhook the bra and take it off, baring her chest. Her dark pink nipples were hard, her breasts small, soft-looking.

“God” I muttered, sliding my fingers under the elastic band of her panties. There was a wet patch on the fabric. “You will be my undoing, Violet.”

She gasped as I pulled her underwear down, revealing her wet, glistening cunt. Clear, thick drops leaked out of her small hole. “You’re positive I can’t eat you out?”

Violet locked her knees and tried to sit up, but I pushed her back down on the mattress. “Please don’t.”

What a waste. And all because of an imbecile kid incapable of giving head. Eventually, I told myself. I just needed to be patient. “Relax. I won’t if you don’t want it.”

She whispered a shaky thank you , knees parting just a tad.

“Nicholas, Quinn” I called out, still staring at her. “Here.” And then, addressing her: “You’re okay with being restrained?”

She blinked, licking her lower lip. God. Was she doing it on purpose? Was she aware of the effect she had on me? “We can try” she murmured, eyes bouncing from Quinn to Nicholas, standing at both sides of the bed. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like it.”

“Good girl. Hold her wrists” I instructed, taking my shirt off. Pants and boxers were next. I needed to feel her skin against mine. “If something doesn’t feel right, you tell me. Immediately.”

Violet nodded as Nicholas and Quinn caught a wrist each, holding her arms spread wide and locked against the bed. Her gaze was between my legs, a hungry note lighting it up.

“Violet.” I placed my hands on her inner thighs, soft and smooth under my rough skin, and I leaned forward. “Focus.”

Blinking, she moved her gaze up to my face. Shudders coursed through her as Quinn caressed her hip and Nicholas rubbed a nipple. “I’ll tell you. Promise.”

My hands glided to the back of her thighs, and I pressed them down against her bust. She let out a trembling sigh as I shifted my weight on top of her, careful not to squish her to the point of discomfort. “Calves on my shoulders” I instructed, pulling my hips back. I couldn’t resist: I wrapped a hand around my cock and dragged the tip across Violet’s cunt, her slickness making it glide blissfully.

She gasped and arched her back, but Quinn and Nicholas kept her still. “Are you done teasing me?”

“Why?” I rubbed her with my cock once more, enjoying the sight of her eyes rolling back. “You don’t like it?”

A moan escaped her mouth, and I leaned some more to devour the last remnants of it. Her lips quivered under mine.

“Please” she begged, squirming under me. “Please, Kenji.”

I told myself I was merely accommodating her pleas by giving in so soon, but it was a lie. I was on the edge of insanity. I couldn’t sink into her soon enough.

Drenched, hot flesh swallowed my cock as soon as I pushed, walls squeezing me tight. I couldn’t tell if the shaking of our bodies was my fault or hers. Maybe both of us were responsible.

She whimpered, the back of her thighs twitching against my abdomen. She was trying to move despite being almost immobilized.

“Please” she said again, her breath ragged.

“Eyes open” I ordered, pulling my hips back. The slick friction almost made me groan. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a liquid gaze filled with lust and yearning. “Yes, sir.”

That alone almost made me come on the spot. I squeezed my eyes shut and filled my lungs with oxygen a couple of times before deeming it appropriate to continue. “Say it again, and I might lose what little control I have left.”

She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, I slipped back into her with a quick, strong thrust. She could only whine in something that seemed both desperation and pleasure at the same time.

Soaking wet flesh sucked me in as I started pounding into her, my pace fast, controlled. I leaned in closer to bite her lower lip, to suck on it, hips still rocking back and forth as I repeatedly impaled her cunt. “Talk to me” I murmured, kissing her flushed cheek. “Are you okay?”

“More than… than okay” she replied, voice breaking. “Keep… Please, keep going. Don’t hold back.”

Part of the apprehension I felt melted away, leaving me with the unrestrained, primal need to fuck her until she screamed out my name.

She rolled her head back, and I licked her throat, where Nicholas's purple love bites were still visible. He and Quinn were still tightly holding her wrists, attentively watching the scene. I felt their stares, heavy on us.

“Like that” she whimpered, trembling below me. “God, it feels good.”

I quickened the rhythm of my thrusts, each more brutal than the last. Heat was gathering at the base of my cock, pulsing, tingling, the sensation amplified by Violet’s slit, shrinking in irregular spasms. It blinded me with the need for more. More of her to invade, to mark, to claim as mine.

Instinctively, I bent my neck and bit her shoulder hard, teeth sinking into her soft flesh without resistance.

A cry vibrated from her throat, summoning a wave of fear that had me stop dead in my tracks. What the hell was I thinking? “I’m sorry. God, I’m—Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

“It’s okay” she panted. “I’m okay. I like it. Just… Just don’t stop, okay?”

“Violet…”

“Please” she begged in a whine, squirming under my weight. “You can do anything you want to me. But if you stop now, you’ll kill me.”

I curled my fingers against the mattress at the sides of her bust, inhaling sharply. Didn’t she realize? She was the one killing me.

I plunged back into her, rocking my pelvis in small, circular motions, my lips kissing the patch of skin I’d just bitten into.

“Don’t hold back” she breathed against my temple. “I need it. I need you .”

Her pleas were all it took. My thrusts grew faster and faster, the wet sounds of Violet’s cunt getting pounded the perfect background to her moaning. I reached down with a hand, supporting my weight with just one arm, and squeezed her hip hard. I pressed my fingers deep into her flesh, short fingernails digging and scratching. The urge to leave marks that told the world who she belonged to was overpowering.

“Bite me again” she moaned, sobbing breaths getting caught in her throat. She squirmed and thrashed, but both my weight and Nicholas and Quinn’s hold kept her down. “Do whatever you want. I’m so…”

The rest of her sentence turned into an incoherent whimper as I reached back, squeezed a perfectly exposed butt cheek, and then spanked it hard, skin soft and buttery under my hand. The clap sound echoed loudly in the room, followed by Violet’s whiny sob.

God. I’d been craving that for far too long.

Another spank, harder this time. Her skin was warming up fast and, without a doubt, also turning red.

Quickening the pace of my pounding, I leaned in once more to kiss her throat and bite it and lick it, feral with need. I felt the orgasm building up at the base of my cock, tingling and scorching hot, but I pushed it back. Violet would come first.

A few more thrusts were sufficient. Her cunt started pulsing rhythmically, strangling my cock, swallowing it, and she climaxed with a choked whimper that managed to send me over the edge as well. Heat and tingles expanded in waves along my length, traveling fast toward the tip like a bubble ready to explode. I pulled out at the very last moment: a second later, I was spurting uncontrollably on the back of her thighs, muscles locking up as the last remnants of my orgasms coursed through me like electric shocks.

They were right, I thought, setting her legs free and collapsing on her warm, limp body.

She did feel heavenly.