Page 82 of Twisted Play

“Yes, he does,” Cole muttered, and shame suffused every inch of my body.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, lowering my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see the hurt on Tristan’s face. “But if I didn’t?—”

Cole snapped his hips, and I couldn’t finish the goddamned thought as his cock hit that perfect spot and bliss ricocheted through me.

Tristan’s eyes left mine to look at Cole’s. “So you’re fucking her?”

“I’m keeping her secret in exchange for her obedience,” he said.

“And if I don’t feel like keeping her secret?”

“Tristan, no,” I begged. “You can’t tell, please.”

Cole slowed his fucking, resting deep inside me. I was full and stretched and god, it felt so fucking good.

“Make him the same offer you made me, sparrow.”

No. I liked Tristan. I liked the way he treated me. I liked what a good man he was. I liked—it didn’t matter. I didn’t deserve him. I deserved this, to be treated like a whore, to be used and discarded, because that’s what happened to women like me who lied and cheated and ruined everything they touched.

“I’ll do anything,” I whispered, closing my eyes, unable to stem the tide of tears that streamed down my face as my heart broke. “Please don’t tell. I’ll lose everything.”

Cole twitched his hips, and I moaned as pleasure coursed through me.

Tristan pressed his lips together in a grim line. “Is this what you want? Is this what you think you deserve?”

What I want? No. What I deserve? Yes.

Cole spanked my ass and moaned, “Fuck yes, sparrow. Clench that pussy and strangle my cock.”

This was exactly what I deserved, for being a liar and a spy and for making Tristan think there was a possibility there could be anything between us.

“I would have given you everything,” Tristan growled. “I wanted to treat you like a princess because I thought that’s how you deserved to be treated. And every time I did, it was like no one had ever done that for you before.”

“Because that’s not what she deserves,” Cole ground out. “This is.”

Tristan’s face tightened in anger, and he gripped my cheeks, pressing his fingers into my face. “Is that true, kitten? Blackmail, punishment, rough sex—is that what you deserve?”

I sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Tristan.” Lies upon lies upon lies—a hole so deep, I’d never dig my way out. Yes, I deserved whatever these boys were going to do to me, and I’d take it if it meant keeping my father alive. If it kept Jedediah Carter away from us and saving my own life.

Tristan released my face and stood, the anger on his face transforming to blankness, and somehow, that hurt more than anything else.

“Yeah, okay, kitten. I’ll give you what you deserve.”

He shoved his sweatpants down over his hips, revealing the cock I’d only felt through layers of fabric at this point. It was girthy and veiny, with two rows of silver studs up the bottom.

Tristan smacked me in the cheek with it, the bead of precum oozing out the trip leaving a smear on my face.

“A whore for Cole, and now, a whore for me. Open your mouth.”

My tears never stopped, but I turned my face away from him, refusing this final humiliation. Cole spanked me, and while I whimpered, I kept my mouth shut.

Tristan reached underneath me to cup my breasts. “I’d have fucking worshipped you, Eva,” he rasped. “Made you come until you begged me to stop. Invited you to sit on my face and never fucking leave.”

He kneaded my breasts.

“Slap one,” Cole murmured. “She likes it.”

Tristan did. When my mouth opened with surprise at the pain, he shoved his cock between my lips, his piercings clacking as they hit my teeth.