Page 159 of Restitution

She does look ridiculous, desperately trying to stand up and failing, her lungs filling with water as she thrashes.

“She’s not really trying anymore,” Base says, tutting. “Right, let’s get her back inside. She’s making me cringe.”

I shake my head, and we both grab an arm each, then he pulls her dress down over her bony ass. We drag her all the way into the building, the dogs following, then down into the basement before shoving her into the cage for her to shiver.

There’s no heating down here, and she’s soaked from the river.

“He belongs to me,” she whispers to Base, her eyes going in all directions. “He w-was mine all those n-n-nights we spent together. You were n-never enough for him, Sebastian.”

He scoffs. “Are you for real? Who the fuck was the one getting him off when you failed to?”

I roll my eyes, but he’s not wrong.

“You tried and failed to ruin our friendship. He is mine. He’s my best friend and the brother I never knew I needed. The only thing that’s yours is your shame and your disgusting life – what little is left of it anyway.”

Despite the pain and alcohol in her system, she laughs. “You have no idea what he needs.”

Base turns to look at me. “I think even if I sucked you off in front of her, she’d still think the same.”

I nod once and look away from him, staring at the sad excuse for a woman before us. She narrows her eyes at me. “Tell him I w-was enough. You… you don’t need that whore either.”

I grit my teeth. “Her name is—”

I glance up when I hear the door open. The beautiful womanin question is standing there in her PJs, her hair wet. “Oh, sorry. I was just seeing if you were down here.”

I kick off the wall and approach my girl, turning to Bernie as I pull Stacey to my side. “You see how beautiful she is? I need her more than I need fucking air.”

Base hums. “Did you know she thinks she’s enough for him, Stacey?”

Stacey glances between us. “How silly.”

My friend grabs Stacey’s hand and places it right over my cock. “I think we should prove just how wrong she is,” he says, and despite it being both their hands on me, my dick reacts. “We should prove that we’re both enough for him.”

46

STACEY

My heart stutters in my chest as Kade’s gaze clashes with mine, but he doesn’t move our hands. Neither do I.

Hesitation flashes across Kade’s face then, his eyes flicking to his friend then back to me. As if he’s silently asking if this is something we should really be doing. Probably not, but Bernadette forced these two together on so many occasions, and I think this is Base’s way of battling his inner demons more than anything else. Because, as his fingers curl over mine, tightening our hold on Kade’s thickness, he uses his body to back Kade into the wall, taking me with them.

“Tell him, Rhodes,” Base says, his chest rising and falling as he starts moving our hands together, stroking, squeezing, watching asKade looks down at our hands then at us. Base presses his forehead to Kade’s shoulder and continues, “Tell him who he belongs to.”

“Us,” I reply. Then I reach up and grab Kade’s jaw, making him look at me. “You belong to me. Not her.” I glance over my shoulder as Bernadette slouches against the cage, barely conscious. “She’s an irritant.”

When I turn back, Kade’s staring at me, his hand lifting so he can brush his fingertips through my hair, his thumb pressing to my bottom lip. His pupils are expanding, the black taking over the pale blue as Base and I stroke him.

When he draws my lips to his, Base lets out a deep, choked gasp as Kade snatches his throat, holding him back but not removing his hand from his cock.

His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, and I give him everything I can as I kiss him back, sucking on his bottom lip then grabbing his wrist and pulling his other hand to my throat.

He’s not strangling me the way he’s strangling Base, but he’s showing dominance with the hold – showing that if he really wanted to, he could snap my neck without trying.

Not that he ever would.

Kade pulls his mouth away from mine, the back of his head hitting the wall as his cock throbs in our palms. He pulls Base to him and presses his forehead to his. “I know you need this, but I fucking can’t.”

Base fingers falter around mine, his movements slowing.