Bind Me - Page 107

Noah’s hand brushes my knee under my skirt, and I jump at the contact. He arches an eyebrow at my reaction and then gives me a grin that on most men would creep me out, but this is Noah. I don’t relax though. I use that bundle of anticipation energy and shoot to my feet.

“Just going to bed. Maybe reading a book.” I take my plate into the kitchen. Noah rises and follows me. His heat closing in on my back.

He traps me against the counter, and I press against his chest to move him away. He leans in and I hold my breath, but he moves away again. I’m not naive enough to believe I could move him. If he wants me, he can take me. That thought excites me. Knowing he could, but he wouldn’t. But tonight, we’ll be pretending.

I bend over to load the dishes, swaying my hips slightly.

Coop crosses to the kitchen and grabs my hips, drawing my ass against his hard cock. “Do we have a cocktease?”

I straighten, but before I can answer, Noah grabs my jaw and presses me between the two of them. “She’s been a naughty girl. Spending nights in other men’s beds but not wanting to give it up to me when I treat her so nice.”

My eyes widen. I jerk away from Noah’s hold. Hmm, maybe I don’t want to pretend this. But I’ll go with it for now.

“Maybe I want someone who will treat me better than a whore.” I’m not sure where that came from, but the glint in Noah’s eyes tells me he likes it.

Tsking at me, he trails his finger down my neck to the top of my dress. I yank away from both of them and back around the island.

“If you act like a whore, sweetheart, that’s what you’ll be treated like.” Coop and Noah move together. One rounds the island to the left and the other to the right.

I back away from them as they stalk me. My heart flutters in my chest, desperate to get free. My panties are damp in anticipation of being caught. “Maybe you should find someone who’s willing to fuck you.”

“Oh, you’re willing.” Noah closes in as I stumble against the couch. He grabs my hair to keep me there. Tight enough to hold me, but not tight enough to hurt.

“Always so willing with everyone else. What’s two more cocks, sweetheart?” Coop closes in, and I’m trapped between them.

“I’m not a whore.” I jerk a little to free myself but Noah laughs.

“Maybe not yet, but by the end of tonight, you’ll be our whore.”

My hand whips out and I smack him. I gasp, and he looks a little surprised before he turns menacing. What did I just do? Coop grabs my arms.

I shake my head, dropping the act. “I didn’t mean?—‍”

“To slap me?” Noah rubs his cheek. A cruel smile curves his lips. “It certainly felt like you meant it.” His laugh is dark, and when Coop’s laugh joins his, a rush of fear flows through me.

“Don’t worry, kitten, when we’re done with you, your ass will be as red as my cheek.” Noah jerks his head toward his bedroom, and Coop lifts me off my feet.

Suddenly, Noah’s bedroom is the last place I want to be. I struggle against Coop’s hold and then remember to go limp. It must surprise him because I fall to the ground and scurry away, running on my bare feet to my bedroom where I can lock them out. I can’t let them catch me that fast.

Chapter 33

Captive Audience

Madison

My hand is on the doorknob. I hesitate for just a second, then I’m lifted off my feet.

“No!” I yell. “Wait!”

Some of the panic in my voice is real, but I know that I just have to call out yellow and they’ll give me a time-out. If I want this to end, I only need to yell red. But once I’m in that room, there isn’t a way to tap out if Noah has me gagged and tied up. Will he even give me an out?

Noah isn’t checking in with me like he normally does, but this isn’t Noah. This is a persona who doesn’t give a shit what I want as long as he can take me any way he wants. I struggle in his arms.

Coop closes in on my front and lifts my feet, holding my ankles tight as I try to kick at him. “Now, sweetheart, is that any way to treat two guys who are going to give you the time of your life?”

“Let me go.” I twist and turn, but they hold fast to me.

Noah kicks open his door, and they toss me on the bed. I land in a tangle with my dress’s skirt around my legs. Before I can scramble up, the lock clicks into place. Warily, I slide off the edge of the bed as they contemplate me.