Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(29)

I nodded, catching my bottom lip between my teeth.

“When I punish you with them?”

My head kept bobbing. Drake smiled in such a deviant way, I almost wanted to faint.

“Then I shall endeavour to make you happy by giving you what you need, little wisp.”

He released me and I was about to protest, but he walked around the sofa and sat down next to me. Then he was pulling me closer and running his hands all over my torso, squeezing them around my sides and my breasts. I choked on a moan. All three of them touching me had my body feeling over-sensitised and drove me closer to the edge, especially when Drake slapped me across my breast, making it sting.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Do it again.”

He did. The pain made me crazy in the best way possible. My hand went to his cock, stroking it. I needed to feel him as he touched me. He grunted but didn’t tell me to stop.

“I see you all started the fun without me,” came a voice from behind us.

I knew exactly who it was.

“Then you better make up for lost time,” I replied, not even looking over my shoulder.

And the moment I heard West’s chuckle, I knew I was in for another mind-blowing experience with these four men.





Thirteen


Scarlett





I felt him before I saw him as West approached our little gang of four. He sat down on the other side of me from Drake, his amber eyes glinting with mischief. He stroked my shoulder and gave me a smile.

“I’m sure these three can satisfy your urges, little Scar,” he murmured and didn’t move to join in.

My attention was stolen by Drake squeezing my breast and running his thumb over the nipple. And then I cried out because Prescott entered me from behind without warning. It didn’t hurt, as he’d prepared me, but I hadn’t been ready for it. My hand tightened around Drake’s cock, the other squeezing Francis’ shoulder.

“That’s it, little lamb,” Prescott said. “Such a good girl.”

I preened at his praise, rubbing myself against his chest as his arm came around me and he thrust deeper. Being filled by both him and Francis was my heaven. Having any of them this way was. It helped me from spiralling out of control. My thoughts were a demon I could only escape when I was with them this way. When they fucked me with brutality and the only thing I could see was them.

The very thought of this being taken away from me had me trying not to choke. Stuart had already stolen me from them once. Mason had tried to again. They couldn’t keep us away from each other forever. Fate wanted us together. It demanded the five of us remain by each other’s sides. And we couldn’t escape it. Nor did I want to.

“I’ve missed you all so much,” I blurted out, my voice sounding all small and helpless. “Please… don’t let anyone take me away from you again.”

All of them stopped moving. My words hung in the air, making us all tense. I didn’t blame them for what happened to me ten years ago. I didn’t think placing it on anyone would get us very far. It was what it was. We couldn’t go back and change it. The future was important, not the past.

Francis was the first to move, sitting up slightly and pulling me into his arms. Then I had Prescott embrace me from behind. The next thing I knew, Drake and West joined in, all of us holding on to each other like we never wanted to let go.

“Never again, little Scar,” West whispered against my hair. “And even if it does happen, we’ll find you. We’ll bring you home every single time.”

A little sob erupted from my lips. I couldn’t help it. The weight of being kidnapped by Mason, killing him, and the very real threat Stuart posed to us came crashing down on me. The past week had been awful without them. Now I was with them, I was safe, I couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer.

“Shh, little lamb, we’ve got you,” Prescott murmured.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I told them. “I tried so hard to be brave when he took me, but I was so afraid.”

One of them stroked my hair, soothing me with their gentle touch. Prescott shifted, pulling out of me, and moving my hips, so Francis slipped free too. Clearly, he knew I needed to get whatever was going on in my head out and sex was the last thing on my mind now.

“He was going to keep me in that place like his little pet. He planned it all. Bought the house, did it up and furnished it the way he knew I liked. But it wasn’t nice. It was super fucking creepy. And… and the night before you came for me, he slept next to me. I thought he was going to force himself on me.”

I choked back tears, not wanting to cry over it.

“He didn’t, but I spent the whole night awake. I was fucking terrified he would. I knew you’d come for me. I really did, but it didn’t stop me from worrying about what he’d do. A part of me knew I might have to save myself before you came for me… before… before he made me do something I didn’t want to.”

The whole week I’d been on high alert. Now I was home and rested, I felt safe again. I could fall apart and show them my vulnerabilities because they were mine and I was theirs. It didn’t make me weak, just human. A woman who’d been through an ordeal and her men who’d tear apart the world for her. Maybe I was fucked up for wanting the four of them after everything they’d done to me. After everything we’d been through. I didn’t care. We were a family and we loved each other.