Let Me: New Adult Dark Romance (Vengeful Book 1) Page 20

  I nod. “Yes,” I whisper, and I feel Benji press himself into me. “Yes.”

  Caden laughs darkly. “Of course you do, Ry,” he says, and I hear him stepping closer to me. Then his hands come down to the waistband of my shorts. “You’ve always liked two men better than one.”

  His fingers skim over my shorts, then clamp down on my bare thighs.

  I can feel his body heat in front of me, feel Benji pressing his cock into me behind me, his arms still wrapped around me.

  My fingers itch to take off the blindfold, to see them both, to look at Caden. To watch him touch me. But I don’t try to move, I only let Benji hold me in place.

  “What have you done, baby girl,” Caden says, and I know it isn’t really a question. He’s not looking for an answer. His lips are close to my face as he speaks; I smell peppermint and every nerve in my body is on alert. Ready. Waiting.

  “What have you done to us,” he says again, and then his mouth captures mine. It’s not gentle. It’s harsh and possessive, and he moves his hands from my thighs to my chest, and Benji’s hold shifts back to my upper arms. Caden presses me further into Benji, and Benji steps back, until he’s against the wall and I’m in between him and Caden.

  Caden bites my lip and I whimper. He smiles against my mouth and I open my lips for him, letting his tongue in, letting him take what he wants. Benji’s hands go down, cupping my ass, then squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise.

  I press further against him and Caden laughs against my mouth.

  “You like my best friend’s hands all over you?” he asks me, his words dark.

  I nod.

  Caden takes my chin in his hands roughly and tilts my head up. He trails violent kisses down my throat, and behind me, Benji pulls down my shorts until they fall to the floor, landing around my ankles.

  I can’t think clearly. I don’t want to think clearly.

  I don’t want anything but this.

  Caden’s mouth leaves my skin, but he still holds my face in his hand. “Step out of them,” he orders me.

  I obey as he steps back to let me move my feet from around my shorts, and then Benji pulls down my panties too, and I step out of them as well. Benji pulls me back roughly against him and he groans in my ear when I press my ass against his cock.

  Caden’s hand moves from my face to my shoulder, and he skims his fingers over my hot skin, then slips each strap of my tank top down, and pulls the thin fabric to my stomach, so my breasts are exposed to him.

  For a moment though, he doesn’t touch me. All I feel are Benji’s hands down my sides, over my bare hips, and back around to my ass. Then he grabs my thighs, forcing them apart.

  I gasp, but no one says anything, and Caden still isn’t touching me. I think I can feel his eyes on me, burning through me.

  “How such a beautiful girl could do such a bad thing…” he says quietly, and I imagine him shaking his head.

  Then his finger trails down the skin just above my pelvis, and finally, when I feel like I can’t take it anymore, his hand cups my pussy, squeezing me. Another little gasp, and this time, Benji murmurs his approval in my ear.

  Caden’s hand slides up and down my slit.

  “You’re so wet for us, Riley,” he says, “so eager for us to destroy you.”

  He moves his hand from me, and I angle my hips, wanting to feel him between my legs, but he laughs. He’s too far from me for that.

  Then his hand goes to my mouth, and he slides a finger between my lips.

  “Taste yourself, Riley. Taste how much you want us.”

  And I do. Salty and sweet and me. For them.

  “Turn around and undress Benji,” Caden orders me.

  I don’t want to turn around. I like the feel of Benji behind me. And I like Caden in front of me. Seeing me exposed like this.

  Caden’s hand goes to my throat when I don’t do as he says, and he squeezes, gently.

  “Now,” he snarls.

  I nod, and he lets go of me.

  I turn around, aware my bare ass is now exposed to Caden. I can’t see Benji through the blindfold, can’t see anything at all, but he takes my hands and puts them on his belt buckle. I undo it, then fumble for the button.

  “You act like you haven’t done this before, little girl,” he says, amused. “But I know you have.”

  I finally manage to grasp the button and undo his zipper. I tug his jeans down.

  “Get on your knees,” Caden says behind me.

  I do so, kneeling before Benji.

  “Look at him.”

  I look up.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I do.

  “Suck his cock like it’s mine, Riley,” Caden whispers, and I’m aware that he’s on his knees, too, because his voice is in my ear. “Suck him like he’s me,” he purrs, his hands tangling in my hair and pulling, making my scalp burn.

  I reach up, my hands finding Benji’s thick cock. Beneath my touch, he groans, and then I put him in my mouth. Just a little, at first, and then I take every inch of him, until the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat and I almost gag.

  Caden has one hand still in my hair, the other playing around my ass, and I clench, Benji still in my mouth.

  Caden leans closer to me, and I feel his chest against my back.

  “Let me,” he whispers, his finger caressing the puckered flesh there. “Let me, Riley. Let me claim all of you.”

  I moan against Benji’s cock, and bob my head up and down, faster and faster as Caden slides his fingers underneath me, coating his fingers with the wetness nearly dripping from my pussy. Then he uses my natural lubricant to slide a finger into my ass.

  I try to relax, feeling his chest rising and falling against my back. Benji’s hands are in my hair now, too. They’re everywhere, all over me, inside of me. Caden works his finger into me and I moan again against Benji in my mouth.

  “Stand up,” Caden says after a moment, his finger still inside of me.

  I take Benji from my mouth, hand still wrapped around his thick shaft, and I stand up.

  “Spread your legs.” Caden again.

  Benji takes my hand off of him, and places both of them against his bare chest. He must have taken his shirt off while I was on my knees.

  I move my legs further apart, and Caden moves out of me. I hear a zipper, and know he’s taking his own pants off.

  Benji’s chest is hot, hard muscle, and I lean closer to him.

  He presses his lips against my forehead, and then his hands move down between my legs, fingers squeezing my clit, then tugging on my lips. I suck in a breath, and his fingers dip lower, putting two inside of me. He scissors them, spreading me apart, and I lay my head against his chest.

  Slowly, he takes his fingers out, and lifts my thigh, holding my leg up.

  I feel his hard cock against my slit, and he brushes the tip up and down the length of me.

  “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

  I nod against him.

  And then he pushes into me, filling me, gripping my leg tighter.

  I clench against him, gasping with his fullness.

  Behind me, Caden chuckles. He’s stopped touching me. But there’s something dark in that laugh. I’m not sure he’s enjoying this anymore as Benji thrusts in and out of me, slow strokes that make me gasp every time he goes back into the hilt. My head is still against his chest, my hands still on his naked body.

  “Fuck, Riley,” Benji groans. To hear him like that, gasping for me, it tightens something in my chest.

  But Caden suddenly twines my hair around his fingers again and pulls my head up.

  “Are you ready to let me claim all of you, Riley? Since you couldn’t wait for me to get into your pussy?” he asks in my ear as Benji’s pace quickens. He picks up my other leg now, and he’s holding me. I thrust with him, little whimpers coming from my throat.

  “Yes,” I manage to gasp out to Caden.

  Benji spreads me wider and slows his pace.

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�Hurry up,” he says through gritted teeth to his best friend. “She feels so fucking good,” he nearly groans.

  Caden says nothing, but I feel his cock pressing against my ass, and I inhale sharply.

  Caden takes his hands from my hair and spreads me wider while Benji bends his knees, giving Caden better access to me.

  It burns.

  I bite my lip, groaning despite myself, my neck arched and Benji going so slowly, letting Caden fill me.

  He goes slow, too, taking his time and whispering in my ear.

  “You’re so tight, baby girl,” he says. “It’ll stop hurting soon,” he promises.

  It doesn’t, but with the pain, it feels so good.

  And finally, finally, he’s all the way in.

  Both of them are filling me up, and we move together, me between them. Benji groans through clenched teeth, and Caden’s arms are under mine, helping Benji hold me up.

  My skin is drenched with sweat, and I feel Caden’s abs against my back.

  The small strip of skin between them is pulled tight, and it hurts so good.

  “Are you enjoying this?” Caden asks, his breathing unsteady.

  I nod, neck still arched, tight moans coming from my lips. I can’t speak, because Caden moved his fingers back to my hair, twining his fist against the strands, pulling and yanking.

  I don’t want him to stop.

  And then Caden pumps harder into me, his fingers tightening even more.

  “Did you do this with my dad, Riley?” he hisses, but doesn’t stop. His thrusts pound against me, pushing me harder into Benji, who pushes harder back. The two of them are filling every inch of me, and although my heart hammers in my chest with Caden’s words, I still don’t want out.

  Not yet.

  “No,” I manage to gasp.

  Caden thrusts into me, all the way in, and I cry out in equal parts pain and pleasure. Benji digs his fingers into my ass, still holding me, soft groans escaping his lips.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he swears.

  “Are you lying to me, Riley?” Caden asks, his breathing shallow.

  Benji is lifting me up and down, my fingers digging into his back as he fucks me.

  “No,” I say, shaking my head, but Caden holds my hair firm, tight. I can’t say anything else, my throat is stretched taut, angled at the ceiling.

  “Do you wish this was him?” Caden asks me. His words are primal, nearly a growl.

  My breath catches. I feel a climax building, my pussy tightening on Benji’s cock, my entire core clenching.

  “Answer him,” Benji says against my ear, and then he bites my neck. Bites hard enough to draw blood.

  I stifle a moan.

  “Who’s fucking you right now, Riley?” Caden asks me. The sound of him pounding against me is louder, and I can hear Benji pumping in and out of me, my slickness amplifying the sounds.

  I try to answer Caden, but I can’t think straight. Everything is pure sensation. Benji dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth, tugging with his teeth.

  “You,” I say to Caden.

  He exhales in my ear, as if he’s relieved. As if he expected a different answer.

  “Who owns you now, Riley?” he asks, his lips brushing against my neck, stinging from Benji’s bite. “Who is ‘you’?” he snarls.

  “You,” I say again. He sinks his teeth into me. “Caden,” I manage to gasp.

  Benji’s mouth finds mine, and I taste my own blood on his lips. This kiss isn’t passionate; it’s desperate.

  “Stop,” Caden snarls, and Benji laughs against my mouth and then pulls away.

  Caden’s fingers leave my hair and he puts his hand on my throat, squeezing softly as he moans in my ear, emptying himself into me.

  “Riley,” he says, “Fuck, Riley…”

  Slowly, carefully, he pulls out of me and I feel empty when he’s gone. But he doesn’t go far. Instead, he and Benji both carry me to the table I saw in the living room, and Benji puts one of my legs over his shoulders as he slides in and out of me, Caden behind me, cradling my head.

  “She’s fucking beautiful,” Benji says to Caden.

  Caden’s fingers tense in my hair.

  “If you come inside of her,” he says, voice low, “I’ll kill you.”

  And that’s it.

  That’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

  I arch my back off the table, and Caden’s hands come over my breasts, cupping them, pinching my nipples, and his mouth is on my neck, and he murmurs in my ear, “Come for him, Riley. Come for Benji,” and I do.

  God, I do.

  And as my pussy tightens and releases against Benji with my orgasm, Benji pulls out, putting his fingers inside of me instead to give me something, and I feel him spill onto my stomach as he groans, low and deep.

  Slowly, Caden pulls the blindfold from my eyes, and I look up, seeing his own ice-blue eyes in the darkness of this house.

  His expression is unreadable, and I’m still in the aftereffects of having both of them inside of me, of climaxing around Benji.

  But Caden bends down, his lips grazing against mine.

  Then he pulls away.

  I see Benji come back into the room with a white towel and realize with a jolt I hadn’t even noticed he’d left. He wipes me clean, his eyes hooded.

  And then he looks up, dark gaze meeting my own.

  “Okay, little girl. It’s time to talk.”

  Thirty-Five

  Present

  I can’t look at Benji without wanting to kill him.

  I know it’s why we came here. We discussed it beforehand. If she didn’t resist, if she didn’t say no, we were going to devour her. And we did. Now, we need to figure out who the fuck is in that video.

  We scared her. I know that much. But she liked it. I know that too.

  But for some reason, even after everything she’s done, even after Jack, I can’t bring myself to yell at her. I can’t bring myself to leave, either. Because if I do, if I go now, I’m not coming back. She’s bad for me. She’s horrible for me. I have a company to run, a life to live, women to fuck.

  But she’s my weakness. She’s always been my weakness. Ever since my brother started dating her, ever since I saw her fight back against him. Ever since I jumped between them every chance I got, not for her sake, but for mine.

  And then the night of that stupid fucking party.

  I wanted her. I’ve always wanted her.

  The night in the hotel room, that wasn’t the beginning.

  It was what should have been the end.

  But when I look at her now, across the couch from me, Benji standing behind her, his fingers curled against the back of the couch, all I want is her, still.

  I hate it.

  She’s poison.

  She’s wearing her shorts and tank top again, as if we weren’t both just inside of her. As if we didn’t see every inch of her, feel every inch of her. Thankfully, Benji has his clothes back on—I would have killed him if he didn’t, being that close to her—and so do I.

  The tension in the room is nearly palpable, and I’d much rather punch Benji in the face than talk about this, because even though I know I should hate her, I don’t.

  But I can’t let her off the hook this easily.

  “You’ve fucked my entire family, Riley,” I finally say through clenched teeth. Because it tastes so bitter in my mouth. I don’t want to think about it. But I have to. We have to.

  Benji runs a hand through his hair, stepping away from the couch. Something has changed in him, toward Riley. I don’t know if I like it.

  “I don’t understand.” I shake my head, put a fist to my mouth. “Why?” My hand falls to my side, and the anger abates, just a little, turning into something worse. Something that pulls at me, something I’ve been trying to avoid: Grief.

  “I…” her voice trails off and I see her swallow, because how can she explain it? There’s nothing she can say that will make this go away. I fucking wish there was. G
od, I wish there was. I wish there was anything to pull us from this darkness. But there’s no saving this.

  “You what?” I ask, brows furrowed.

  She glances at her hands in her lap, her legs tucked up under her. Benji is pacing behind her.

  And I don’t know why that bothers me. His nearness to her.

  But I do know why.

  And there’s nothing I can do about it. She’s not mine. She can never be mine again. She never was.

  “I’m so sorry, Caden, I—”

  I shake my head, cutting her off with a glare. I stand up, walking around the table, and squat down close to her. I grab her arm, squeezing her, eyes narrowed.

  “You’re sorry?” I hiss, my voice low even to my own ears. I stand up, lean in closer, until my brow is pressed against hers and I’m looking down at her. For a second, I see her with my father, and I see her with that guy in the video, and I can’t stand the sight of her. But my grip on her arm tightens, and my vision clears.

  “Get your fucking hands off of me.” Her entire demeanor changes. I blink. I let go of her, but I don’t move.

  She’s pissed now.

  Good. Maybe she can feel a fraction of what I feel.

  “My brother put a bullet in his head because of you and you’re going to act like the victim?”

  Her eyes narrow on mine. I remember Benji was all the way down her throat, just moments ago. “Caden, it isn’t what you think. I didn’t send the video.”

  This kills me.

  I groan, and stand to my feet, my fists clenched. I can’t look at her. Not right now. I look to Benji. He’s watching me as if I’m a caged animal.

  Maybe I am.

  The question that haunts me most, the one I don’t want to think about too long:

  Would I have done anything differently, if I could go back?

  No.

  The fucking answer is no, and I hate that. I hate it, because I should have been at home, instead of at that party. I should have been with Jack, helping him get over this monstrous girl. I would bring him back to life if I could. I would make him stay here. I would make him live. But I wouldn’t take it back, the time I had with her. Even with what she did.

  It’s fucked up.

  We’re all a little fucked up in here.