Drake pulled something from his blazer jacket and handed it to Hail. Fallon shot me an apologetic look.
I stared horrified as Hail looked down at my birth control pills in his hand.
“Hail.” I licked my lips, fearing roiling in my guts.
“Why do you lie to me, Bianca?” He locked gazes with me.
“I’m scared. That’s all. I-I want more time—”
“Well, guess what? Time’s up. Boys, have fun.” Hail walked to the door.
“Hail!” I rushed over to him, my fear cranked up to high. I grabbed his arm, terror flooding my body. “Please. Don’t leave me with them. I’m sorry. OK? I was afraid you’d make me when I wasn’t ready.”
Hail glanced from my hand on his arm to my eyes. He reached out and cradled my face. “Let this be a lesson.”
“No. No!” I clung to him and did the only thing I could think of. I pressed my mouth to his.
He stiffened against me as I raked my fingers through his hair, his lips unmoving beneath mine. Defeat loomed nearby.
“Please,” I whispered against his lips before kissing him again.
It took a moment before his mouth began moving against mine. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pushed me against the door, his lips never lifting from mine, his hands all over me.
I squeezed my eyes closed so I wouldn’t have to see Tate, Drake, and Fallon watching us from the bed. When Hail’s fingers moved beneath my skirt, I didn’t stop him. I let him test me, seeing where I’d draw the line. Dreading what would happen if I did, I kept kissing him as he ushered me back to the bed, his lips still on mine.
My breath caught in my chest as he moved his fingers beneath my lace panties and skimmed my center.
“You going to get wet for me?” he murmured breathlessly against my lips.
“I-yes,” I answered back, still clinging to him.
“Mmm,” he breathed out.
I trembled as he pushed through my folds to find the tight bundle of nerves. I’d never been touched there before. He rubbed his fingers against it, his breathing heavy.
“Tate,” Hail called out, slowing his work between my legs.
I tensed, wondering if he’d unleash them on me. Tate was just as cruel as Hail.
Warm arms snaked around my waist as Hail smiled down at me, the darkness oozing from him.
“If you really mean it, if you really want me, then you’ll do this.”
“Hail, don’t. Don’t.”
He nodded to Tate who hauled me away, my heart thrashing wildly behind my ribs. I let out a squeak as he shoved me to my knees.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to suck a lot of fucking cock tonight, rat. If you do good, I won’t take what I want. If you do bad, well, it may not be a good night for you because we’ll all take turns fucking you. So remember this moment next time you want to fucking lie to me.”
“You piece of shit,” I snarled at him.
His hand caught my cheek, knocking me to the floor. I bucked and kicked as he came down over me and pinned me down, his cock out.
“Stop! Stop!” I shouted as he tugged at my panties and tore them. They gave way, allowing his warm, thick cock to tease my entrance. I squirmed and clawed at him, desperate to get away as he pressed his hand over my mouth and forced my head painfully against the floor.
As much as I didn’t want to cry, a tear slid out of my eye as he ground against me breathless.
“Fuck,” he growled, breathing hard as he continued his bruising assault. He buried his face in my neck as he grunted against me, dangerously close to doing what I was desperate for him to not do.