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CHAPTER FIVE

SASHA

ABOUT SIX MONTHS AGO

“Your drink, Sir.” I place Shawn’s freshly poured vodka and tonic beside him. It’s the fifth very heavy pour I’ve filled for him in a couple of hours, and he’s already quite drunk. Placing the other two glasses before Isaac, I inform him, “And your two doubles of tequila on the rocks.”

Isaac looks at the glasses and back at me as he wraps his fingers around one. His eyes not leaving mine, he slowly slides it across the table toward me. “That’s for you, beautiful. I loved watching you suck him off, but I would prefer your mouth didn’t taste like Shawn’s cum when I stick my tongue in it.”

Shawn has always enjoyed sharing me, but he has never shared me with any of his friends this frequently. In the beginning, Isaac visited from New York every couple of weeks, but lately, I see him at least twice a week. This trip was unexpected, and the first time that Isaac has stayed for more than a night. The two of them have passed me between them, at Isaac’s behest, for the past three days.

Something happened between them— something I’m not privy to —but Shawn is clearly not in charge anymore. The man who used to fuck me every morning and night has barely touched me for the past three days. And he only does when Isaac tells him to.

Not enjoying a sloppy fuck, Shawn has kept me sober the entire time he’s owned me. I glance at him as I lift the glass from the table, but he doesn’t so much as blink when I press it to my lips. Parting them, I swallow a mouthful of the clear liquid. It burns as it slides down my throat. “Finish it.” Isaac’s hand envelops mine, and he tips the glass, forcing me to finish the remaining shot in the glass.

“She seems to listen for me,” Isaac snarks as he roughly pulls me into his lap. His lips crash against mine, and he aggressively pushes his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me hard as his hands roam my body with the same forceful need. Retreating from our kiss, Isaac holds my lower lips firmly between his teeth. It’s teasingly light. Playful. And very not like Isaac. I whimper into his mouth as nips at my lower lip. My mewl quickly grows into a pained cry when he slowly bites through the thin flesh until my mouth fills with the bitter taste of copper. He sucks at the painful bite, soothing my discomfort and drawing my blood into his mouth with a groan of delight.

There’s the Isaac I know.

“It’s a shame you’re all the way up here in Connecticut.” Isaac pulls my camisole over my head and haphazardly tosses it in Shawn’s direction. He leaves a trail of painful bite marks on my shoulder and down to my bare breasts as he shares, “I’d prefer to have you locked up in my penthouse in Manhattan, where I could enjoy you like this whenever I wanted.”

He grabs his glass of tequila from the table and takes both shots into his mouth before pulling me back into him. Squeezing my jaw, the tequila burns over the fresh wound in my lip as he spits the contents of his mouth into mine. He holds my face up, forcing me to swallow back the mouthful of tequila. A wicked smile spreads across his face and he praises, “That’s a good girl.”

Fuck, I love that! Shawn never tells me what a good girl I am for him. Actually, he never praises me. He tells me how to be good for him and then lets me know how I’m not doing well enough.

Isaac slides me from his lap to my suddenly unsteady feet. After not having had a drop of alcohol in almost a year, the shots he had me drink a few minutes ago hit me much harder and faster than I expected them to. I hold the table beside me for balance as he undoes the button to my shorts and pushes them down my legs with my panties. After spinning me around, he quickly bends me over the table. I hit it with such force it rattles the glasses on it. Isaac presses himself against my entrance and shoves the entirety of him into my unprepared pussy, causing me to cry out as he painfully enters me.

“That’s it. Let Shawn know how much you prefer my cock,” he croons, thrusting into me. Turning his attention to Shawn, he condescends through the repeated drive of his hips, “I never hear her cry for you like this.”

His fingers slip into my hair and he tightens a fist, yanking my gaze up to Shawn. His chest is heaving, and his nostrils flare slightly, watching Isaac fuck me, but he says nothing.

“Fucking pussy,” Isaac spits at Shawn as his savage thrusts repeatedly drive my hips into the rough edge of the table. “No wonder she’d rather be with me.”

Wait?

Tightening his hold on my hair with his left hand, Isaac’s right firmly connects with my ass. It hits with such force that I bite through my already tattered and bloody lip. When I open my mouth to speak, the only sound that passes my lips is a yelp as his hand strikes me again. “Tell him, beautiful,” Isaac demands, “Tell him you want to be mine.”

What?

Intoxicated and confused, I try to understand what the fuck is happening right now. Isaac’s hips grind against the heated flesh of my backside as he bends over me and whispers in my ear, “If he really wanted you, he never would’ve shared you with me. I don’t let other men fuck my property.”

Isaac pulls from me, rolls me onto my back and slams into me again. He buries himself to the hilt before lifting me to meet him. Using my hair to force me to hold his gaze, he gruffs, “No one wants you like I do.”

“You want me?” I breathlessly try to clear my confusion through his thrusts. No one ever wants me.

Nodding his answer, Isaac drives me to the brink. His teeth sink into my neck, and the pain pushes me over the edge, causing me to cry out my release. The room spins, and my vision goes blurry, leaving me unsure if it’s the alcohol or my euphoric high. With his fingers laced tightly around my throat, Isaac snarls, “Now, tell Shawn who this tight, quivering pussy belongs to.”

Is this what it’s like to be truly wanted?

“You,” I slur when he loosens his hold on my neck to allow my answer.

In my next moment of brief clarity, I find myself on my stomach and unsure of where I am. When did we move to the bedroom? Isaac continues to slam his hips against the searing pain that is my ass and thighs, driving me into the softness of a mattress with every brutal thrust. Blackness creeps in and out of my vision, and I repeatedly wake to find myself in different positions as Isaac enjoys all of me.

With my legs on his shoulders, Isaac slides into me with long, deep strokes. He quickens his pace and empties himself into me before collapsing against my chest, whispering, “Now that you’re mine, I can and will enjoy you like that every night, beautiful.”

Yours? He hasn’t just been coming to fuck me. Unlike Shawn, Isaac really wants me.

He places a rough, dry kiss against my lips and slides from me before rolling to the other side of the bed. As he pulls the covers over himself, he instructs, “You can sleep here, but you need to go clean yourself up. I don’t want to wake up with my cum all over me.”