Four Men Thought I Was Unconscious, Now They Wait for My Yes novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: Not Quite

Dominik works her to the edge while she fakes sleep, then stops on purpose; Vincent stays behind and wishes her happy birthday at her ear.

"Move," Dominik said. "Let me have her."

The mattress dipped at my hip.

I kept my breathing slow and my hands open on the sheet.

Dominik's thumb hooked the edge of my underwear and pulled the cotton aside.

Cool air touched my pussy, and I knew exactly how wet I was.

"Look at that," Florian whispered. "She's ruined the sheet."

"She's twenty-seven and she's asleep," Felix said. "This is enough. Please."

"Then go downstairs," Dominik said.

Felix did not go downstairs.

I heard him stay where he was, at the foot of the bed, breathing hard.

Vincent said nothing at all. He stood by the window, and I could hear him not moving.

Dominik's fingers slid between my lips, and I almost lost the whole act.

He was not gentle. His fingers were thick and rough from years of sanding hulls, and he dragged them up through the wetness and found my clit on the first try.

My stomach tightened. I held it.

"She's burning up," he said.

"Let me see her chest," Florian said.

Fabric rustled. Florian pushed my shirt up over my ribs with one finger, then the other hand, and the night air touched my breasts.

"Her nipples are hard."

He rolled one between his finger and thumb, and it took everything I had not to gasp.

"Florian, don't," Felix said.

"You don't want to? Then watch," Florian said.

"Keep going," Dominik said. His voice had dropped into a growl I had never heard at the breakfast table. "She likes it. Look at her."

He pushed two fingers into me.

I felt them go in to the knuckle, and my whole body wanted to arch off the bed.

I stayed flat. I counted the beams in the ceiling through my closed eyelids and lost count at three.

He drove his fingers in and out in a fast, hard rhythm, and his thumb pressed circles against my clit in time with it.

Every thrust sounded wet in the quiet room.

I wanted to hate it. I wanted to hate every second of it.

My hips moved.

It was a tiny roll upward, and I could not stop it.

"Did you see that?" Florian said.

"She's dreaming about me," Dominik said.

"She's dreaming about all of us."

"Then she'll dream better with this," Dominik said.

Florian bent over me. His mouth closed hot around my nipple, and he sucked until I felt it in my clit.

My toes curled against the sheet, and I forced them flat.

He curled his fingers upward inside me and found a place that made my thighs go tight.

A sound slipped out of my throat before I could swallow it. It was small and low, and it was not a snore.

Nobody spoke.

"Jesus," Florian breathed. "She's going to come."

"She's asleep," Felix said, but his voice cracked in the middle.

I could feel it building, a tight hot weight low in my belly. Dominik's thumb never changed speed, and his fingers never slowed.

I clenched my teeth behind my lips.

I did not want to come for him.

I did not want my body to give him that. I was lying under four men who had put me here, and my body did not care.

I felt it start. My legs shook once, and I locked them down.

Dominik stopped.

His fingers slid out of me, slow and slick, and the sudden emptiness hurt.

I nearly cried out. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper.

"Why did you stop?" Florian asked.

"Because I'm not doing it like this," Dominik said.

I heard him breathing.

"I want her awake for it. I want her looking at me and saying my name."

Wet sounds. I realized he had put his fingers in his mouth.

"God, she tastes like," Florian started.

"Shut up," Dominik said, and I heard him swallow. "Get the lamp."

The bed rose as weight left it.

Somebody pulled my shirt down over my stomach, and somebody smoothed my underwear back into place.

I lay there throbbing, frightened and wet and furious.

They filed out one by one. The key turned and the door opened and shut.

Footsteps went down the attic stairs. I heard Florian laughing quietly, and Dominik telling him to keep his voice down.

I waited a full minute with my eyes closed.

The floorboard by my bed creaked.

One of them had stayed.

Cool fingers tucked the blanket up under my chin. They were gentle, and they did not touch my skin anywhere else.

I knew whose hands they were.

Vincent bent close to my ear, so close I felt his breath, and said in a voice meant only for me:

"Happy birthday, Lena."

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