Page 12 of Bound By You

Once we have our drinks, Abby drags us to the little dance floor they have installed as “Die for You” by the Weeknd plays. Oliver grabs my hip and grinds against my ass. I can feel his erection, and yet, nothing; my lady bits don't even fucking flutter. I groan in frustration, and he grinds harder, misinterpreting my noise. Abby sees how uncomfortable I look and grabs my hand, pulling me to her as “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus plays. Oliver states he's going to get us more drinks, refusing to dance to this one, making us chuckle and nod. We sing and dance to about two songs when I look around for Oliver and notice he hasn't returned with our drinks, so I grab Abby's hand and drag her toward the bar.

"What's up?" She asks as I look around the bar, not seeing him anywhere. Ginny is currently serving people, so James must be on break. I frown at Abby. "Ollie was supposed to bring us drinks two songs ago, and I'm parched. Where is he?" She furrows her brows and looks around, too, then starts to drag me toward the bathrooms. "Let's check down here; maybe he's gone to the bathroom." I nod, and we head down to the right of the bar.

As we get to the men’s bathroom at the end of the hall, we hear a grunting noise around the corner where the fire exit is. We look at each other and smirk, then tiptoe to have a look, giggling quietly.

As we turn the corner, we stop dead in our tracks, completely shocked and, honestly, a little sick. The bastard kissed me with that mouth only an hour ago.

Oliver is currently on his knees with James's cock in his mouth, deep-throating him while moaning, and his finger is deep in James's ass.What the fuck!

I look at Abby, and she looks back at me. She sighs, disappointed in this outcome, then crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the wall to enjoy the show.

I shake my head and turn to watch, too; another one bites the dust.

Men are fucking pigs, so maybe I should try women instead. I take out my phone and record them, knowing insurance is always good. Abby smirks at me, and I just shrug.

"Fuck, that's it, Ol. Suck my big meaty cock." James groans, and I bite my lip to stop laughing out loud while Abby puts her fist in her mouth, biting it. "Fuck, I need you in me, baby." James quickly removes his dick from Oliver’s mouth, then turns around, sticking his ass out and shaking it, while my whole body shakes with silent laughter. I struggle to keep my phone still.

Oliver grabs a hold of Jame’s hips and shoves his tongue deep into his ass, shooting bile into my throat. That tongue wasin my mouthan hour ago.

Fuck, I feel sick.

Abby grabs my arm and squeezes it, knowing where my mind is drifting. I've basically tongued James's ass. The thought sticks in my head, and I gag, making Abby snort. Oliver, who is completely unaware that we're here and that I'm about to vomit, gets up and bends over James, sticking his tongue out, licking around James's earlobe while he undoes his jeans, shucking them down a little, and taking his cock out.

Huh.

It's a lot smaller than I thought it was. I tilt my head to the side as Abby's body starts to shake with silent laughter, also noticing how small he is. I mean, would that even reach my hymen?

Oliver places his cock at James's asshole and rubs it over, bringing me out of my head as James states, "Fuck baby, don't tease me; shove it in. I want to feel you so badly." And he does what he's asked, thrusting his cock, hard, into James's ass, making him groan loudly. Oliver reaches around and grabs James's dick and starts jacking him off hard and fast, his hips thrusting faster in James's ass at the same time, and within four minutes and thirty-eight seconds—yes, I timed it—they both come. After James's cum spills in his hand, Oliver lifts it and runs his tongue through the cum, and this time I really do swallow my own vomit. He grabs James's dick again and slowly strokes it while I stop the recording and put my phone away, knowing I've got enough.

Oliver murmurs, "Fuck baby, I missed you in my ass; a week is too long to go without you." James sighs as he leans back against Oliver, who gently kisses his neck, and I lift a brow. Now, why has he been withmeif he feels this way?

I'm about to open my mouth and ask because I would never stand between love, whether it's with the same sex or not, but he shocks the shit out of me.

"Not long to go, babe; tonight's the night I'll finally fuck her, then she should trust me to give me the details of where her grandmother's money is. Then, we can leave together."

James nods, tilting his head upward to find Oliver's mouth, and they start to make out. Oliver thrusts slowly, probably trying to get himself hard again. His hand is playing with James's cock, and they’re both moaning.

I look at Abby, and her face is red with anger as well. This is why she's one of the only ones in this world I trust now; she has my back just like I have hers.

Heaving a dramatic sigh, I step forward. "Well, so much for losing my virginity tonight." I state just low enough that the two thieving lovebirds don't hear.

Abby responds, "And there goes my good dicking." We look at each other and laugh, causing both men's heads to shoot our way, gasping at the sight of us.

Oliver quickly pulls out of James, and they both pull their jeans up. "Phoebe, baby, it's not what it looks like, I?—"

I cut him off. "So, you weren't fucking James's ass, declaring you wanted my money to run away together?" He shuts up and pales while I chuckle.

"How do you know about my grandmother's money, Oliver? Only my close family knows about it, so how on earth do you?" I inquire coldly, and he looks at James, who nods.

"Look, a man named Christian Baciu approached me four months ago and told me to get close to you. Someone tried selling you for $5 million, but he saw you and thought you were no longer pure or whatever, and offered us the $5 million if we got you to tell us the location of the $100 million." I freeze momentarily. I know that name; that's the Romanianmafia head. For a while now, I've known that my uncle tried to sell me, and instead of telling me, my father decided to keep me in the dark. It looks like someone else wants me gone, too. Probably Selene, which wouldn't surprise me; she and that slutdidmention me getting picked up by them.

Oliver starts to walk over to me, taking my silence as permission when, really, I'm more dangerous than the Romanian he's been in contact with; he just doesn't know it yet. Only Abby, Juan, and my old guard, Colin, who is currently my spy in my family, know my true self. It looks like things are about to be different, and everyone will know.

I think it's time I come out of hiding.

As he walks toward me slowly, he states, "Maybe, you giveusthe $5 million now, then I can tell Christian that your sister has the money. Yeah, that sounds better, doesn't it? It's a win-win situation." He goes to put his hand, which still has cum over it, on my shoulder, and I quickly bend down, grabbing the knife that's strapped to my leg under my dress. I twist it so the length of the blunt side of the blade is against my arm while the sharp end goes to his throat, and he stops still, hands going up in surrender, swallowing hard.

I smirk. "Did you know there are over one hundred ways I could break your bones in your body without you dying?" He swallows again, and I can hear James's breath pick up.