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“ Wait, you're giving me one hundred-fifty thousand dollars?” I gasp, the check dangles in front of my eyes, pinched between Cast’s thumb and pointer.

Vincent’s chin rests on my right shoulder, his cheek pressed against mine, and I can feel the smile on his face. “Just for you little devil.”

My fingers twitch with the urge to rip it out of Cast's hands and flee, throwing caution to the wind. I can already feel my heart pounding in my chest at the mere thought of running to save my father from foreclosure. But I know these guys too well.

I glance at Damien, who has made it his life's mission to make my existence a living hell. His piercing gaze sends shivers down my spine, a constant reminder of his power over me. No one ever talks to me without fear or disdain in their eyes. I am constantly bullied and ostracized by everyone around me. My short hair is a result of his girlfriend putting gum in it, and I've been banned from all parties because of him. The saddest part? No boy has ever asked me out because I am deemed untouchable by the entire town.

The Chessmen have always hated me, but right now they offer me my salvation. I know it can’t be out of kindness or pity because they would need a heart for that and I know none of the Chessmen have a heart.

“What’s the catch?” I whisper.

Vincent’s lips graze against my neck as he speaks. “You have to pay it back.”

“With interest!” Cast adds.

My breath catches in my throat, how the hell, when the hell would I ever have the money to pay them back. It may take my entire life, but can I pass up this opportunity? No, when will I ever have this much access to this much money again? How else will I save my father from financial ruin?

My eyes flicker to Cast. “How long will I have to pay you back?”

Vincent’s laughter rumbles along my skin and I feel like I can’t fucking breathe. Cast’s eyes twinkle with need and he shakes his head ‘no’ at me.

“We don’t want your money Chiquita. We want you.” Cast smiles.

“Me?” I gasp, and I can’t help it. My eyes lock with Damien’s across the room. His face is blank besides the fire glistening in his eyes.

Vincent’s lips graze against my shoulder, and Cast pinches my chin drawing my eyes back to his. “You’ll be our little pawn. To use, abuse…fuck.”

Fuck? Fuck. My body shakes, and I feel myself paling under Cast gaze. I can’t give them this part of me. They’ve taken everything good about living away from me. I can’t also give the Chessmen my virginity. Vincent’s laughter rolls across my skin again, as his lips suck on my pulse.

“Her heart is beating so fast.” Vincent mumbles.

Cast’s thumb slides across my bottom lip, a faux pout on his face. “You want to fuck us Chiquita?”

“N-no.” My voice is more breathy than I intend, and Cast painfully grips my chin, pulling me closer to him.

“No?” Cast growls.

“I’m a virgin.” I whisper, my eyes drifting down as my cheeks heat.

“Virgin?” Vincent clicks his tongue. “I don’t believe you.”

“I am.” I choke out, my voice trembling as tears are welling up in my eyes.

My heart races with fear and anger, their leering grins reminding me of all the torment they've put me through. They want to take away my virginity, my first kiss, and they want me to be their pawn. But they can't take away the things I'm saving for someone who truly loves me. Is it worth risking homelessness for someone who genuinely wants me? My father and I may end up on the streets if I do not comply with their demands. I dry swallow, trying to slow down my heart and catch my breath.

“You hear that Damien? She’s a virgin.” Cast sings.

“Do you believe her?” Damien grumbles.

Cast catches my eyes again, looking for something, before he nods slightly. “I believe her.”

“P-please,” I stammer, my hands pinching the circle boxes around my hips. “I beg of you, please... I want to keep... I want to keep my virginity.”

“Aww,” Cast pouts, as Vincent’s hands snake around my waist, resting on my stomach. “Beg louder baby, I like it.”

I inhale sharply, my brows furrowing and spine bone straight. My gaze drifts to Damien, because he hates me so much that he would never want me, especially in a sexual way. Maybe my naked body would disgust him and he would not want me to suffer, but Damien's expression darkens as he steps forward, his gaze cold and unwavering.

“She said she wants to keep her innocence intact,” he states firmly. “You will respect her wishes.”

Vincent and Cast exchange a glance before breaking into mocking laughter. “Oh, how noble of you, Damien,” Vincent sneers, taking a step back. “You’ll stay intact for now little devil, but you still need to be punished.”

I feel a chill run down my spine as their words hang heavy in the air. Damien leans back in his chair, a locked jaw and intense stare on me.

I breathe a sigh of relief, but my heart is still racing from the encounter. Vincent rests his head against my back. His warm breath against my neck makes my skin tingle, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm still affected by his closeness.

Vincent’s voice is deep and commanding. He smells like rain and smoke as he skims his nose up the column of my neck. “I want you to undress for us. Slowly. Let me see every inch of you.”

I swallow hard, my mouth dry as I obey, knowing this is my only shot of saving myself and my father. My hands shake slightly as I reach for the edges of the cereal boxes, pulling at the tape holding it against my breast.

“Look at me Chiquita.” Cast growls and my eyes lock on his as I rip the tape off my skin, my nerves too high to feel the sting of the tape ripping off of my chest and let the boxes fall to the floor.

Cast’s eyes darken, and my skin feels like a thousand sparks of electricity run across my skin.

“Good girl,” Vincent murmurs, stepping closer. His fingers brushing against the side of my breast, my nipples harden painfully at his touch, but I don’t dare make a noise and I keep my eyes locked on Cast.

“Bottoms next.” Cast challenges and I suck my dry lip back into my mouth.

His words send a thrill down my spine and I betray myself whimpering softly. The heat between my legs builds, and I press them closer together. Vincent’s fingertips brush along the edge of the cereal box on my right hip, his voice rolls into my ear like thick molasses.

“You heard him, little devil. Bottoms off.” Vincent encourages me.

I refuse to let my mind wander, knowing that if I do, I will run away and never return. But then I see Damien, his dark eyes fixed on me as he leans forward with his elbows planted firmly on his knees. Without hesitation, I grab the cardboard between my fingers and tear it apart, dropping the box to the ground without a second thought.

"?Dios mío!" Cast mutters under his breath, and my eyes shoot back to Cast’s face as his eyes trace the curve of my silhouette.His intense gaze roams over my exposed skin, and I can feel all three sets of their eyes lingering on every curve, every freckle, every scar on my body.

“It’s even better than I've imagined.” Vincent praises, his hands leaving a cold gust around my waist. “Spin for us.”

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I try to maintain my composure, masking the discomfort that bubbles beneath the surface. With a forced smile, I oblige, twirling slowly in front of them, feeling their stares like a physical touch upon my skin.

Vincent watches with a hunger in his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips and arms crossed casually over his chest.

The room feels suffocating, the air thick with tension and unspoken desires. As I turn back to face Cast, he steps forward, his hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind my ear. His touch ignites a fire within me that I try desperately to suppress. “On your knees, Pawn.”

My chest tightens and I almost ask where the nickname Chaquita went and why he is now calling me Pawn, but instead I sink to my knees, eyes locked on his. Vincent follows me down, spreading his knees so my ass is pressed against the tented bubble wrap.

He cups my breasts in his hands, his thumbs teasing the sensitive skin around my nipples. I gasp, arching into his touch. “Feel how much I want you, Willow,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Every part of you is mine. I won’t ever let you go now.”

My lips part, a small gasp leaving my lips, and Cast gives me a knowing smile. “She’s so eager,” he says, low and approving as his thumb slides across my bottom lip.

Vincent smiles against my jaw, his finger lightly pinching my nipples into little tents. “Now, I want you to touch yourself. Show me how wet you are for me.”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment, as I bite my lip and look away. There is no way he knows how tight the coil of desire is in my belly. How would he know how his touch makes my brain foggy and all I want is to release whatever tension that’s building in me. I have never touched myself, never had a reason to, but having their eyes on me makes my thighs slick with want.

I lift my hand to my chest, squeezing my breast gently the same way Vincent did when I first dropped my top. I pinch my nipple between my fingers, rolling it until I gasp. Cast’s thumb slides deeper into my mouth, he tastes crisps like grapes and I have to force myself to keep my mouth open to suck on his thumb.

Vincent’s hand wraps around mine guiding it lower. “No, not like that,” he instructs. “Use your other hand. Touch your pussy. Make yourself moan for me.”

My breath hitches as I move my hand from my breast to my pussy, feeling the slick heat already pooling there. Vincent chuckles again as my hand stays hovering over my pussy, not knowing where to touch, or what to do, but thanking the heavens that Jasmine insists on getting waxes together even if she is the only one sexually active until now.

“Slide your fingers into your wetness.” He moans. “I know your fucking soaked for us.”

He’s not wrong; the minute I slide my fingers between my pussy lips I feel practically an ocean between them, and I close my eyes, involuntarily moaning as I explore.

“From the way she looks, I don’t think she really wants to be a pure little virgin. She wants to be our little slut.” Cast taunts me, and despite me knowing I should bite his thumb for calling me a slut, desire rolls through my stomach and I want him to say it again.

Damien growls at his words and my eyes open to see him white-knuckle gripping his knees across the room. Cast chuckles. “Eyes on me, Pawn. He can join at any time he wants, and don’t worry—Vinny and I will keep our word—no deflowering.”

“No deflowering tonight,” Vincent moans. “But don’t worry, I am going to be the one to pop that little cherry of yours. Now run your finger up to where you are pulsing with need.”

I run my two fingers up to the bundle of nerves, and my body jolts, forcing Cast’s thumb deeper into my mouth.

“She found her clit boys.” Vincent mocks me and I flick my tongue out along Cast’s thumb, needing to do something with my mouth.

He moans lightly, cursing under his breath. “Mierda!’

I know that word. It means shit, and from the way his green eyes look almost like the dark green of a forest after a rainstorm, I know I am doing something right. I flick it again and his lips curl into a dangerous smile as he pushes his thumb deeper down my throat. I cough, and then moan as the nerves around my center flutter like butterfly wings.

“You like that, Pawn?” Vincent groans in my ear, pushing his growing cock into the curve of my ass. “You like when Cast forces you to take it?”

I moan, nodding my head yes as my body is on fire. The pleasure too intense. I rub slow circles around the nerves that Vincent called my clit, whatever that is. and push harder on it making me jerk my body against my fingers as I chase the high, the sparks across my flesh, the building need growing in my belly.

Casts grabs a fistful of my hair, massaging the scalp with bruising force as he exchanges his thumb for two fingers and plunges them down my throat.“Suck it,” Cast commands, and like a good Pawn I obey.

The force of his fingers and the prickle of pain from his grip in my hair makes me groan, the pain mingling with pleasure, making me even wetter. I rock against my hands, as Vincent cups my left breast with one hand and draws lines up my inner right thigh with the other.

“That’s it,” Vincent groans, his hand leaving my breast and gripping my hip, pushing me to grind on my fingers harder and take Casts fingers deeper. “Take it, and make yourself cum.”

I shudder, my legs shaking with need as the pressure grows. I suck Casts fingers like a popsicle on a hot day. “Fuck, you’re good at that,” he mutters. His eyes shining so bright I feel almost honored to be on my knees for him. “You're missing out Damien. Our girl is a perfect little slut.”

Fuck, there goes that word again. My body shutters slightly a little and my clit is throbbing to the point where I don’t think I should touch it anymore. I go to move my hand away and Vincent grips my wrist.

“Don’t you dare stop touching my clit. Keep fucking going.” He growls and every hair on my body stands at attention as I pout, moving my fingers back to the nerves and torturing myself with slow circles. “Faster, little devil.”

I speed up, my fingers still working my clit furiously. One of Vincent’s hands leaves me and I hear a cacophony of bubble wrap popping before feeling something warm and fleshy is pressing against my entrance. My eyes shoot open and I lock my eyes with Cast.

Damien’s voice growls from across the room. “Vincent.”

Vincent positions himself so that the hard member sits right below my clit and my finger brushes against it with every circle I make around my clit. “Don’t worry, I’m just showing Pawn something.”

He grinds against me, and my body feels like it is seconds from burning to ash. I suck on Cast’s finger harder. The combination of my sensitivity, the taste of Cast’s fingers, Vincent’s cock rubbing against me and Damien’s eyes makes me feel out of breath, like I am at the top of a roller coaster about to tip over.

Vincent continues to grind against me. His fingers are pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry. “Feel how much I want to claim you,” he whispers. “How badly I want to fuck those tight walls.”

Jeez. Vincent talks so freaking dirty. My vision blurs with tears and the pressure is building in my core; the tension reaches a fever pitch. I open my eyes, Cast’s head is thrown back, his grip so tight on my head I know there will be strands of pink and black in his fists. Vincent’s groans in my ear make me grind on him faster, but when my eyes lock with Damien a crescendo happens.

His dark, hungry eyes are locked on my body and in that moment, everything clicks into place. I fall over the cliff, the energy rushing through me feels like euphoria, like something clicked and now every ounce of tension has disappeared. My heart beats harder than it ever has in my chest and I feel like it’s going to pop. Vincent groans in my ear, followed by stickiness coating my inner thighs. I think he reached that pitch too.

“Shit.” Cast groans, pulling his fingers out of my mouth. “You made me cum in my fucking pants.”

My eyes widen and I think Cast is going to punish me for causing him to cum in his tin foil pants, but instead he leans down in my face, pinching my chin with his wet fingers. “Next time I will make you clean it up.”

I dry swallow, and Vincent laughs like this is the best day of his life. I look up, and relax into his warm embrace, then I hear Vincent’s door slam shut, and then both Vincent and Cast break into laughter.

“W-what’s funny?” I whisper, looking between the two, my body feeling like there is a continuous crackling across my skin.

Vincent’s lips press against my shoulder, as Cast walks away towards a side door, where I assume the bathroom is.

“Don’t worry little devil. Just know, you’re ours now.”

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