8. Angel

Alekos keeps moving his fingers inside of me. “It’s only Stefan and Reyes.” he says to me. To them, he says, “Lock the door.”

If Stefan and Reyes are here, and Florence is gone, then whatever Alekos has on his mind is about to happen. And it looks like I have to get ready for more pain. I don’t think they will be gentle in any way.

The sound of the door closing and then locking reaches my ears, and my eyes jerk towards the movement. Two handsome men—one blonde with brown eyes, and the other with a green gaze and black hair—are looking at me. More at Alekos than at me.

They are the ones that I have seen in the photos next to Alekos. Or some gorgeous woman.

I am not beautiful in any way. If anything, I am average at best. On a scale from one to ten, I would guess I am a four or five—if I am being generous. So the possibility of Stefan or Reyes accepting me as their woman is nonexistent. They will probably laugh in Alekos’ face, for even proposing something like this.

Alekos stops moving his fingers. If not for the desk blocking the view, they would have a full view of what is happening.

The blonde guy notices my panties next to Alekos’ computer. While I am mortified, he seems amused. “I thought you called us for something important.”

Alekos moves the office chair from behind the desk, exposing me to Stefan and Reyes. I am really starting to regret asking Alekos to help me.

“This is important,” Alekos says. His thumb rubs my clit, making me forget the pain I felt before. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”

Did he just say ‘gorgeous’? Is he making fun of me?

“Just another whore to be used by men. Nothing special,” the one with green eyes says, and my back stiffens. He is not wrong. I am whoring myself. His gaze is fixed on Alekos’s hand between my legs.

“She is not a whore!” Alekos growls. “This is Angel.”

“Nice to meet you, Angel. I am Stefan,” the blonde one says.

The other one, I assume, is Reyes.

Alekos curls his fingers inside of me, stroking a place that makes me lose my mind. His thumb circles my clit, making me feel pleasure, as I never have before. My breath hitches, and I bite back a moan. Alekos knows how to use his fingers, to produce both pain and pleasure. Right now, he is making me feel so good, the pain fades away.

Stefan studies my face, while Reyes still stares at what Alekos is doing to me. It is filthy and kinky, and I should not like it so much, but the more they look, the wetter I get, my juices running down Alekos’ hand.

“You like to be watched, don’t you?” Alekos groans in my ear.

Two armchairs are close to the desk, and Stefan sits in one of them, to better look at me. Reyes remains close to the door.

“No,” I deny.

“Such a little liar you are. And you know what happens to girls that lie?”

Alekos slaps my pussy hard, before pushing his fingers back inside me.

“They are punished?” The assault of his fingers is painful, and I let out a yelp from the intrusion.

He runs his nose up and down the left side of my neck. “Bingo.”

Reyes crosses his arms over his chest. “If you only called me here to watch you make this bitch cum, then I will be on my way.”

Being called a bitch doesn’t sit well with me, but in a way, Reyes is right.

Alekos slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me, pleasure shooting through me. “I already said she is not a whore, nor a bitch. I think she is ‘the one’.”

I try to understand what he means by ‘the one,’ but the tingles of an orgasm rise, making it difficult to not only breathe but to think as well. My eyes close, trying to fight it, not wanting to cum in front of an audience.

“The one?” Reyes repeats.

“Our woman. Our Lady,” Alekos replies.

I want to say something, to protest, but Alekos’ fingers touch me like he is playing a guitar, and I can no longer keep quiet. Something unintelligible comes out of my mouth, making Stefan chuckle.

“I thought we were making this decision together.” Reyes sounds angry.

I was right to think Reyes and Stefan wouldn’t agree to whatever madness Alekos is proposing. At least they are out. I will have to play nice and do whatever Alekos wants for a while, then…disappear. Once I am in a safe place, I can put behind everything that happened today. I can survive this.

Alekos slows his movements enough to keep me on the edge with the orgasm. “That’s why I called you here, to have you two look at her and tell me what you think.”

Reyes doesn’t take his time to say, “Get rid of her. We can’t have someone we don’t know anything about to be our woman. Where did you find her? On the streets?”

“I know perfectly well who she is. I went to the same high school as her. She is perfect for us. Look at her,” Alekos orders one of the guys. Or both of them.

“I already did. Not interested.”

While Reyes is vocal about his disinterest, Stefan is quiet.

Alekos continues to edge me, driving me crazy. “Not at her pussy, but into her eyes.”

“That is a bit hard, when she has them closed,” Reyes clips.

Alekos stills for a moment. “Open your eyes,” he snarls, before he continues to finger me, with all the intention of making me go over the edge. I try to fight it, but good God, Alekos is making me feel so good, driving me crazy.

My eyes flutter open, and I first notice Stefan, who, despite looking at me, seems uninterested. Good. At least he won’t be fucking me.

Knowing that Reyes doesn’t want me as his woman, I force my eyes to meet his. His green gaze locks on my face, and an expression I can’t read encompasses him. He goes rigid, before his eyes flash red, and he growls something in a low voice. Something I don’t hear.

I might have asked what he said, if not for Alekos making me cum right at that moment. My eyes are still locked with those of Reyes, and I cry out, as my pussy clamps down on those two thick digits inside me that keep teasing me.