Page 46 of Retaliation
Levi’s gaze hovered on Sara for another minute, and I cleared my throat.
He turned toward me with a smirk. “He’s showering.”
I nodded toward the stairs. “You should do the same. You stink and it’s ruining my coffee. I’ll stay with her until you both return.”
Levi grinned, then winked at Sara before whistling a tune as he left the room. Dev watched him go, his eyes meeting mine with questions, and I shook my head. No need to frighten the little lamb in the lion’s den just yet. I wanted to see how long she’d play out her innocence before I had to question her more forcefully. Perhaps I would let Ty take her to his playroom afterall. The thought made me ache, and my dick pulse with need. I just needed to get laid. Since Sara Braun bumped into me that first day, I wasn’t able to fuck anyone else. I tried with another student—Audrey or something—after that first class, but the sex was dull, and I practically threw the girl out of my office. Then Levi went and had Sara squirting all over my fucking desk. I closed my eyes, remembering that moment when I was teaching and the cameras registered movement in my office. I pulled the feed to find Levi stripping Sara and feasting on her pussy like it was his last meal. It took all the willpower I possessed not to run out of the room to join them. I had to stand behind the podium for the rest of class to hide my raging erection.
When I did finally make it back, they were gone. The scent of her delicious cunt lingered on my desk all day. It was a beautiful agony I willingly endured.
“So, will I be spending my day strapped to this chair then, or…?”
Sara’s sultry voice cut into my thoughts, and I turned my gaze back to her. She still wore the worn T-shirt from the night before, her tits squeezed between the ropes, and I forced my eyes to her face.
I sipped my coffee, studying her. “I rather like seeing you tied up. Don’t you, Devon?”
He grimaced, but his face flushed, and I smirked knowingly. “I do believe he does. Haven’t tried that yet, have you? Sweet, vanilla Devon Parrish.”
“Fuck off, Andras,” Devon growled as he stood to leave, only stopping when Sara spoke.
She straightened her shoulders, forcing her chin higher as she gifted us with a devilish smile. “Dev fucked me in my dressing room while I was dressed like Marilyn. And I came on his tongue right before your little club meeting. We’ll get to the bondage soon enough.”
Dev chuckled, about to sit back down. My dick twitched, and I nearly groaned at the vision of her as Marilyn, until something Sara said registered in my brain.
“And what club meeting might that be, angel?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sara
Well suck me sideways, I fucked that up. Andras’s voice was low and deadly when he realized my slip. He stood, walking slowly toward me, and my heart was about to jump into my throat. Oh fuck. How did I manage to fuck this all up already?
Andras stopped in front of me and rested his muscular arms on the edge of the table. “Well, sweetheart?”
“The phone was on speaker, Andras,” Dev cut in, saving my gods-damned life. “When you and Levi called. I, uh, put the phone on speaker while she—”
“While his fingers were curled inside my tight, greedy pussy,” I finished for him, recovering fast. I winked at Dev before turning back to Andras with an easy smirk on my face. “It was difficult to keep my moans quiet while you talked. I remember your voice.”
Andras eyed me for an endless minute, his dark eyes boring into mine as he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “If you were laid out before me, with my fingers buried deep in your wet cunt, you wouldn’t be hiding soft little moans. You’d be screaming my name straight down to the depths of hell.”
I sucked in a breath and clamped my thighs as much as I could with my fucking ankles tied to the legs of the chair. His words made me ache, and blood rushed to my clit like a fucking volcanic eruption. I swallowed, breaking his stare and refusing to look at Dev. His outburst trying to help me was confusing. He was so mad before but now seemed to be softening toward me. Dev was so hot and cold, he was going to give me whiplash.
Andras smirked as I squirmed and he inhaled my scent. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”
Fuck this, I decided another headbutt was in order. One for each prick in this house. I snapped my eyes to his, but before I could even move, his hand was wrapped around my throat. His fingers squeezed, and I gasped. My lungs begged for air, but I refused to be afraid of this particular monster.
“Not this time, Sara,” Andras whispered, his tone sending a shudder through me. “Look at me.”
I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t help it. The command in his voice was so intense, I’d probably be kneeling if I wasn’t tied to this fucking chair. My eyes slid up to his as his fingers squeezed my throat further. His eyes bore into mine, and I sucked in a breath. Something about the way he looked at me was unsettling. Like he knew something about me that even I didn’t understand yet.
“As of this moment, you belong to us. Until I’ve decided otherwise, you’ll remain here.” His fingers loosened, and I sucked in a breath, looking away from his ridiculously perfect face.
“You can’t fucking do that,” I spat, the words hoarse as I sucked in oxygen.
Andras stood back, crossing his arms. “Actually, I can.”
Levi and Ty chose that moment to return, stopping in the doorway when they noticed the tension.
Ty’s eyes moved to my neck, noting the red handprint. “Starting the fun without us, Andras?”
