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They’re all large men, their athletic bodies thick with muscle. They’re confident, and they have connections and money.
    But with Romeo, there’s a certain tenderness there, deep down, and I don’t think Hawthorne is capable of that. Not for real. I’m sure he can pretend to be anything for short periods of time, but how could I ever truly feel safe in the arms of a man whose tongue is as likely to cut me as to bring me to the heights of orgasmic bliss?
    Acknowledging that we provoke each other, that it’s mutual, doesn’t change the reality of our dynamic.
    “Try being brave,” he says, and I can see his patience is beginning to wear thin.
    Well, mine is, too.
    “You can’t give me what I want,” I say evenly. “So I think you’d better fuck me.”
    He looks stunned for a moment, then his mouth curls into a tight-lipped smile. He grabs the back of my head as he gets off the sofa, and he brings my face down onto his cock.
    Hard.
    He knows how to wield his erection like a weapon, and he does.
    Growling quietly, he fucks my mouth, holding me steady while he jackhammers down my throat.
    My gagging doesn’t stop him. My whimpers and moans don’t slow him down. Only my safe gesture could save me, and I refuse to use it.
    My legs are twisted underneath me, and my fingers endeavor, in vain, to burrow into the upholstery, to find some stability.
    Hawthorne hasn’t been this intense since the first night the four of us played together. Back then he didn’t like me, didn’t want anything to do with me, and he did his best to chase me away.
    Right now I’m being punished for what I said, and I know my words were cruel. But what he said earlier about how easy it is to provoke me… It goes both ways.
    One step forward, two steps back. Thank goodness I don’t have unhealthy interactions with Romeo or Slade.
    My face gets hot as Hawthorne uses his cock to choke me.
    My pussy gets wet, so very wet.
    Fuck me , I think. Put us both out of our misery.
    His fingers tangled in my hair, he yanks me off of his shaft.
    “Say something honest,” he pants.
    I use the back of my hand to wipe slobber from my mouth and chin while I catch my breath. “Why? The last time I did, you rammed your cock down my throat.” Tremors of excitement shake through my body. “You’re a selfish lover, just looking for any excuse to punish me,” I say.
    Trembling, I look up at him. His face is strangely blank.
    I feel my own face go pale. “Aren’t you going to spank me?” I ask, adding a smile.
    “No,” he says. “That’s not what you need right now, and you know it. If you’re not going to take this seriously, well, I have work to do.”
    He walks to the desk and violently pulls out the chair.
    His anger would make a more frightening image if his huge cock wasn’t sticking out of his pants, and I fight a giggle.
    I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like I’m skating on a thin edge of something, and I don’t just mean by antagonizing Hawthorne for no good reason. Maybe it’s because I’m a prisoner here for two weeks. I should hate my bosses for that… but I don’t.
    Or maybe it’s because after years of self-sufficiency, I’m now dependent on these three powerful men to save me, to fix the messes that I couldn’t… but it’s a relief to know I have help.
    There’s another possibility, and the twisting in my gut tells me that it’s the real reason.
    At some point today—or maybe tomorrow, if I’m lucky—I’m going to have to tell my bosses the rest of the details about my grandfather and what happened the night I ran away.
    To make a plan that doesn’t destroy my sister’s life, my bosses need to know the truth. All of it, and not the sanitized version I tell myself so I can sleep at night.
    I don’t deserve comfort.
    And I know what I need. Distraction.
    “Let me suck you,” I say as Hawthorne lowers himself into his chair.
    He makes a sound that suggests he’s not interested, but then he surprises