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Confusion flooded through me. Why would he agree to that? Especially without talking to us about it first.
Before I could think on that too long, a snort slipped past Foster’s lips, dragging my attention to him. “Of course not,” he retorted. “We’re way past any of that now.”
Before she could say anything else, he was pouring the liquid on her body once more, making her cry out—the sound going straight to my throbbing cock.
At some point, Hunter walked off, but I was too focused on Aspen to care about anything else. When he returned, he had a water jug in each hand. Placing one of them down at the foot of the stone table, he moved to stand beside Aspen’s hand, on the opposite side of Foster.
Hunter gave Foster a look as they communicated with each other silently until Foster nodded, his lips tilting ever-so-slightly.
Hunter popped off the cap to the water and flicked it to the floor. His eyes met Foster’s one last time before they both poured in synchronization. The alcohol hit her wounds, forcing her mouth to open as she screamed, but the water drenching her made the sound come out gargled. Hunter poured the water at a steady speed, making her struggle under the bindings.
As the water trickled down between the valley of her breasts, she coughed and spat as she struggled to breathe. Her hair was drenched, matted to her shoulders, neck, and forehead.
Her eyes were wide as she looked between the three of us—almost like she was truly seeing us for the first time.
Unfortunately for her, this was just the beginning.
Chapter 25
Aspen
I wasn’t sure when my body decided to give out, but at some point, I must have passed out. My skull throbbed and when I cracked my eyes open, a pair of blue ones stared back at me. My entire body ached, yearning for a nice warm bath to sate my muscles.
“Morning,” Myles purred, brushing his fingers through my hair and pushing the still damp strands from my face.
I winced from the pounding in my head and squinted, attempting to see through the dim lighting. My eyes struggled to adjust but when they did, they zeroed in on the guy hovering over me. His neck tattoo poked out of the collar of his leather jacket and wit him this close to me, it looked like part of a spider web.
My body felt numb as the hard stone pressed into my skin. The cool air had goosebumps erupting all over me and a shiver shook me. My pussy and ass burned from the intrusion last night and the burns on my skin hurt just as much.
Wetting my lips, I parted them in an attempt to speak, but nothing came out. Nothing coherent anyways. My throat screamed, yearning for a drop of water or something equivalent.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if seeing me like this brought him pleasure. There was something severely wrong with him. All of them. Hell, after some of the things I’ve done, maybe there was something really wrong with me too.
“Here,” he said, grabbing the jug of water and popping the top off.
Images of last night invaded my mind. They poured alcohol and water all over me. I thought I was going to drown. If that wasn’t bad enough, they also sexually assaulted me and… I think I liked it.
Paring my lips, I tilted my head back. He was quick to oblige, tilting the jug and pouring the cool, refreshing liquid into my mouth. The water coated my tongue and throat making me moan out in approval.
“I have to piss,” was all I said, leaning back against the table.
“Then let’s get you out of these bindings.”
I was too weak to question why he was letting me go. All of this was happening because of him. He undid the straps around my arms and legs, allowing me to pull my limbs free. As soon as I did, relief seeped into my muscles. Rolling my wrists, I massaged each one, trying to get them used to moving again.
“Did you stay in here all night?” I choked out. The thought unsettled me, but I wanted to know.
“No.” He offered me his hand, but I’d be damned if I let him touch me while I was naked.
Using the remainder of my strength, I shoved myself into a sitting position, my head spinning in protest. He dropped his arm, staring at me with an arched eyebrow as if to make fun of my stubbornness. I dropped my feet to the floor and stood, using the table to hold on to for support. My legs wobbled uncontrollably before buckling and causing a frustrated sigh to flit past my lips.
Offering me his hand again, a smug look captured his features. Gritting my teeth, I slapped my hand in his, ignoring the sting of pain that slithered through my wrist.
Even with his support, my legs still threatened to give out. My feet dragged slowly as we moved through the room when suddenly, my ankle bent at an awkward angle, and caused me to nearly fall. Myles was quick to act, tightening his grip on my arm and making sure I didn’t fall on my ass.
“Fuck this shit,” I hissed, frustration rippling through me.
Dropping my hand, Myles slid his arm around my waist, his fingers brushing against my ribcage right under my breast as he helped to support me. Another round of shame coursed through me from how close his hand was to my breast—despite him literally putting his fingers down my pants the other day.