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CHAPTER

THIRTY-FOUR

SARAH

His cock fills me completely. He isn’t like Max, or any of the guys from high school I’ve slept with.

He’s an animal. Fucking him taps into my raw, primal instincts.

He isn’t full of false bravado, like my ex-boyfriend, who wanted constant praise.

This psychopath doesn’t need any compliments.

There’s no pretense. He takes what he wants, and it’s fucking exhilarating.

Usually, I don’t spread my legs until the third date but, for them, I’ll make an exception.

I come hard, gushing all over him, while his friends watch.

Knowing they’re watching only makes me moan louder.

The guys must be more than a little unstable to be in Sunnycrest, but they’re not stupid.

They sneak around under my father’s nose undetected, which proves their intelligence, and hey, I’m a sucker for a rule breaker.

After all, if I did what I was told, I wouldn’t be here now.

He, their brooding leader, lowers me to the floor. His cum drips down my inner thighs. I slide my panties back into place casually, acting as if he hasn’t just fucked my brains out.

I turn my attention to the silent brooder.

He’s hot with an intense look that hides a dangerous side.

I reach for his face. He doesn’t speak as I stroke his cheekbone and wipe a strand of his fair hair away.

Suddenly, he catches my wrist, shocking me with the strength of his grip.

If I twist at the wrong angle, he’ll break it.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he warns in his Southern drawl, conjuring an image of him in a cowboy hat in my head. His voice is deep and hearty, with a warmness that makes my skin tingle, but it has a sharp edge, adding an ominous air. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Yes, I do,” I reply indignantly, then bat my eyelashes. “And don’t call me sweetheart. I’m no fucking sweetheart.”

He chuckles, dropping my wrist. “I see that.”

“Just fuck her already,” the smart-ass British guy says, rolling his eyes. “She’s already Aiden’s sloppy seconds.”

“You shouldn’t have said my name in front of her,” the man who was inside me seconds before growls.

“Don’t worry, Aiden ,” I say, flashing him a big smile and winking. “I won’t tell, if you don’t.” I wag my finger at the obnoxious Brit. “What’s your problem? Are you jealous because you didn’t get to have me first?”

The guy flicks open a Zippo and waves it from side to side.

The flame dances in the darkness. So far, he’s lurked in the shadows, but he steps out of them now.

The fire illuminates scars on the side of his face, and his eyebrows lower in fury because of my teasing.

He clearly has a massive ego, which will make annoying him more fun.

“Watch that pretty mouth of yours,” the scarred, dark-haired monster purrs. “Or we’ll cut your body into little pieces and send it to your mother in gift-wrapped boxes.”

I snort, holding back a laugh. Maybe I’m being reckless. He could be an actual murderer—he wouldn’t be the first killer to stay in this asylum—and this might be a real threat. However, it’s refreshing to be around a person who says what’s on their mind with zero bullshit.

“Unless you put my limbs in Cartier boxes, my mom won’t be interested,” I say.

The cowboy snickers and extends his hand. “I’m Eli.” He nods his head at my British nemesis. “That’s Lex.”

“It’s a pleasure.” I shake Eli’s hand. His giant palm dwarves mine. Rough calluses cover his fingers, but his grasp is surprisingly soft. He raises my hand to his lips and kisses it, making Aiden bristle at my side.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Eli says.

“Please,” Lex scoffs. “You only want to get your dick wet.”

I whirl around to face Lex. He leans against the wall leisurely, exuding an alluring arrogance. He’s gorgeous with angular features, and his scars only make him more interesting. I’m tired of normal boys. Lex has obviously been through serious shit, and that draws me in.

Lex arches one eyebrow. “Like what you see, sweetheart ?”

“And here I thought British guys were supposed to have manners,” I say. “Obviously, I was wrong.”

“And here I thought the daughter of a famous psychiatrist would have class,” he mocks. He’d be more infuriating if he didn’t have a face that begs to be sat on. “Do you fuck anyone as soon as you meet them, or is it just us who have that honor?”

“I never said I’d fuck you,” I say, despite my pussy tingling with anticipation.

Fucking guys isn’t something I have a problem with, but wanting to fuck them a second time? Well, that rarely happens, but these men? They’re different. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff and they’re daring me to jump, and I want to. Oh God, how I want to…

“Let’s not pretend,” Lex says, continuing to wave his lighter around. I approach and whip my hand quickly through the flame, fast enough not to burn myself but slow enough to register the heat. Lex’s eyes light up. “You like games, huh?”

I lean in close, and whisper, “You have no idea.”

He stares straight into my soul when I pull away.

“Why are you here, Sarah Acacia?” he asks.

“Because my father can’t control me,” I reply. “No matter how hard he tries.”

Eli nods. “She’s like us.”

“No,” Aiden says with a scowl. “She’s not. She’ll never understand.”

“Can you swim, Sarah?” Lex asks, stroking my collarbone.

“Because I think you’re trying to stay afloat.

You’re kicking your legs, bobbing above the surface, but every so often, you’re dragged down.

You keep kicking, hoping no one notices that you’re secretly drowning.

You’re drowning because you’re afraid you’ll never know what true happiness is.

Drowning because you’re worried you don’t know how to feel at all.

Drowning because no one sees you until you’re splashing, causing a scene, gasping for air.

By then, it’s too late. Until then, they don’t see what’s happening underneath… but I do.”

I gulp, swallowing hard.

Maybe this is a mistake.

Sex is one thing. It’s easy to separate my body from my mind, but Lex has managed to pinpoint how I feel, even though I struggle to articulate it myself. If a crazy psychopath from Sunnycrest understands, what does that say about me?

“Am I right?” Lex prompts.

I don’t answer.

“We understand you,” Lex says, brushing my lips with his thumb to make them part. He slides a finger into my mouth, and I lock my lips around it. “Mmm. I see right through you like you’re a ghost. You want revenge, don’t you?”

I suck his finger, pretending it’s his cock, without breaking eye contact. Lex’s erection twitches in his pants.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Lex says.

Eli creeps up behind me and sweeps my hair around to the front. He licks along the curve of my shoulder from behind, making me moan while sandwiching me between him and Lex.

“We’re going to make you ours,” Eli murmurs.

“Yes,” I whisper, basking in the longing for them. “Fuck… yes…”

I don’t hesitate, despite having never been with more than one man at once before. Being pressed between them makes me crave more. A desperate need blooms inside me, growing stronger the longer I’m wedged between their bodies.

Lex pulls the edge of my thong away from my skin, then holds his lighter to it, setting the thin string alight. I don’t wince, my desire overshadowing any fear of being licked by flames.

“Careful,” Lex says. “Or you’ll get burned.”

The smell of singed fabric fills the air as the side of my panties falls away. He moves the flame to the other side, watching my reaction like this is some kind of test. Again, I don’t move.

My burned underwear drops to the floor.

“There’s no going back now,” Eli whispers, leaving me completely naked.

Aiden watches from the side of the room, crossing his muscular arms. I meet his gaze, and he grins.

“We see right through you,” Aiden says. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

I run my hands through Lex’s black hair, then kiss him passionately. I open one eye to look at Aiden as if to say, Does this look like the face of a person who doesn’t know what she’s doing?

I groan as Eli’s fingers slip between my legs. I gasp into Lex’s mouth as Eli circles my wet entrance, then he slides two fingers inside me, covering himself in my wetness and Aiden’s cum.

“Who’s going first, Eli?” Lex asks like I’m invisible.

“I’m not a sex toy,” I hiss. “And for that comment, you’re going last.”

I spin to face Eli and trail a finger down his chest. He’s ripped; his abs feel like they’re carved from stone. He’s hotter than any player on the hockey team and makes Max look weedy in comparison.

“Careful,” Eli drawls in his delicious accent. Him riding on horseback will be my fantasy the next time I’m touching myself alone. “Lex doesn’t like being told what to do.”

I pout, and say, “Neither do—” Fuck! I yelp. Lex grabs my hips and yanks me back to his impatiently waiting cock. “You bastard!”

“A bastard you’re wet for,” Lex mocks, rubbing his hardness between my ass cheeks.

“You can save the best for last,” Eli says, stroking my hair. “But while I wait…”

Eli wraps my blonde hair around his fist like a boxer taping his hands before a fight.

He tugs hard to force my head lower while unsheathing his cock with his other hand.

He’s big and girthy, twitching from arousal.

Above it, his defined V-line muscles are surrounded by scars that I get a brief flash of as he pushes me down until I’m head-to-head with the tip of his dick.

Lex takes advantage of the opportunity, entering me from behind in a slick movement with a grunt. I gasp in surprise, and Eli seizes the chance to force my mouth onto his velvety shaft.