I'm rattled long after Theo has stormed out, but Danny and Mark seem unperturbed by his abrupt departure. Mark, specifically, looks smug, and I wonder if fucking him in the bathroom had been a bad idea.
"Faith, are you okay?" Danny asks, pulling my attention back to them. The auditorium looks nice finally, but my heart aches for Theo. Had he seen us? Heard us? With his departure, either one seemed possible.
"I'm fine." I take a seat on the stage next to Mark, careful not to bump my injured ankle. He scoots closer to me, and a smoldering fire ignites within me. I try to focus on anything else, but Mark's proximity makes it impossible to concentrate. The heat emanating from him warms my body from head to toe, and I can feel the energy between us growing stronger by the second.
I steal a glance at Danny, taking in the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He's always been just as attractive, but tonight something is different. Maybe it's the dim lighting, or maybe it's the way he's looking at me, but I can't deny the pull I feel towards him. My heart races as Mark leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he whispers, and I shiver in response.
"I'm fine," I say again, but the words are barely a whisper. Without warning, Mark leans in and captures my lips with his. The kiss is electric, sending shockwaves through my body. I respond eagerly, my hands tangling in his hair as we deepen the kiss. The world fades away, but I can sense Danny watching us. We break apart only when we're both gasping for air, our eyes locked in a heated stare. Just as I'm about to say something, apologize maybe for making out with Mark in front of Danny, Danny joins me on the other side, takes my chin between his fingers, and he kisses me, too.
As Danny's lips meet mine, I feel a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. I forget about Mark and the world around us, my entire focus on the sensation of Danny's soft lips against mine. His kiss is different from Mark's—it's gentle and tender, but just as intense. My hands instinctively reach up to hold Danny's face, pulling him closer to me. There is no longer a concern for right or wrong. There is only this—this moment.
Suddenly, I feel Mark's hand on my back, and I break away from Danny's kiss. My breaths come in ragged gasps as I look up at Mark, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What's going on?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mark gives me a small smile. "Nothing," he says, running his thumb over my cheekbone. "Danny just wanted to be a part of this, too." Danny nods in agreement, his expression softening.
"We all want to be together," he says, his voice low and husky. "Don't we, love?"
I swallow hard, feeling my body respond to the intensity of their combined attention.
"See, here's the thing," Mark breathes, his voice laced with a mix of confidence and desire. "We don't mind sharing you, Faith."
My heart races, pounding against my chest as his words echo in my ears. I try to process the weight of his proposition, the implications of what he's suggesting. A thousand thoughts race through my mind, each one fighting for dominance over the others. I glance at Danny, his voice barely above a whisper as he adds, "We also don't mind sharing each other."
His words send a jolt of electricity down my spine, awakening a side of me I never thought would surface. My cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. It's as if they're peering into the depths of my unspoken desires, exposing a secret part of me that I've kept hidden for so long. Mark's gaze meets mine, and I see a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. His voice is a whisper, a plea for understanding.
"Faith, we care about you. This isn't about possession or objectification. It's about exploring something deeper together if you're open to it." His words resonate within me, striking a chord of trust and connection that we've built over the weeks. There's an honesty in his expression, a genuine desire to transcend societal norms and explore the boundaries of pleasure without judgment. A whirlwind of emotions swirls within me. Fear and anticipation, longing and uncertainty. My mind races, grappling with questions that have no easy answers. Can I let go of my inhibitions? Can I trust these men with my deepest desires and vulnerabilities? Can I break free from the shackles of conventionality and embrace the chaos that awaits?
"Yes," I say, my voice barely audible. "Yes, I want that too."
Mark's smile is contagious. I feel my own lips curl upwards. He leans in to kiss me again, this time more possessively than before. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him as he covers my mouth with his. His tongue probes my lips, the taste and smell of him overwhelming me. I feel Danny's hand on my other side, his lips tracing a path of fire down my neck. His fingers unbutton the top of my dress, exposing my lace-covered breasts. I breathe heavily as he slowly brushes his fingers across the top of my cleavage and cups my left breast in his hand. His touch is gentle, but the air surrounding us is electric. Mark presses his lips against mine again, his hands tracing the outline of my body. I feel exposed before them, my nerves jangling as he glances down to examine me.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispers.
"Stunning," agrees Danny, and before things can get any further, I clamber to my feet, putting some distance between me and them.
"Cock tease," says Mark, and I grin wickedly, feeling pleased with this newfound dynamic.
"As much as I want to let you guys go to town, I think we should practice the dance," I say, placing my hands on my hips. "Can you show me some moves that won't screw up my ankle too much more?"
My two partners stand up, their eyes burning with lust. I feel my pussy getting warm again, the thrill of seduction making me feel a little light-headed. I can't believe I'm acting this way with two guys at once, but I'm loving every moment. I can see a glint of desire in both of their eyes, and I feel like a queen.
I turn my back to them in order to start practicing my routine again. I hear their shoes scraping the floor as they each take a step closer to me. They seem to have choreographed their movements, and both of them are aware of what they are doing. They both place their hands on my hips, pulling me into them slightly. I spin around and place my hands on their shoulders, swaying my hips from side to side as I dance. I feel their lips and tongues on my shoulder blades, and the sensation of their touch sends a shiver of pleasure across my whole body. I grind my body against theirs, feeling their hard cocks pressing against my stomach.
Danny's hands find their way to the hem of my shirt, and he gathers the fabric of it in his hands, pulling it up and over my head until I'm standing in front of them in my bra. I feel almost naked, being topless in front of them. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Good girl," says Mark, tracing his fingers across my chest. "Now turn around and face us."
I turn around, my body tense with anticipation. They take my hands and place them on their chests, and I let my hands explore their bodies by themselves. The feel of their tight muscles sends a shiver of pleasure through my body, and I feel my pussy grow warm as desire courses through me.
I bend forward slightly and begin to dance once more, letting my hands slide to Danny's belt. I undo the clasp with ease and let it fall to the floor, then do the same with Mark. I can see his torso, and I marvel at his chiseled physique. His erection presses against the fabric of his pants, and I find my pussy growing wet. But just as I'm about to fall to my knees and take things further, Danny's phone rings, shattering the moment like a hammer on ice. I flinch and step back, and both men look down at Danny's phone as he pulls it from the jacket pocket on the floor.
"Theo?" he says into the mic, but the expression on his face darkens. "Xander? Why the fuck do you have Theo's phone? What have you done?"
Mark glances at me and then focuses on Danny as he switches it to speakerphone so we both can hear.
"We have your buddy," Xander says, and I cringe at the sound of his voice. The scumbag still leaves me feeling dirty—and not in a good way. "I promise not to break any more bones in his body if the four of you promise me that you'll pull out of the competition."
"Fuck you, Xander," Mark spits. Danny raises a finger to shush him, and I rest my hand on his lower arm, squeezing it gently with reassurance.
"We'll talk about it when you get here," Xander says. "I'll text you the address. I'm done fucking around, boys."
The line goes dead. For a moment, a long, silent moment, Mark and Danny stare at each other. I can't read their expressions, but the sudden nauseous feeling in my stomach only grows.
"Faith," Danny says finally, his gaze shifting from Mark to me. "We're going to take you back to your dorm, okay?"
"Shouldn't I come with you?"
"No," Mark cuts in swiftly. "I don't want that fucking prick to have any leverage over us. You—you're too important to gamble with, Faith. Let Danny and me take care of this."
I open my mouth to argue, but Danny holds up a finger again, shaking his head slowly. They've said their piece, and arguing with them won't do any good.
Danny and Mark walk me back to my dorm, and each of them gives me a quick kiss before departing. With the sound of my guys' footsteps getting further away, I hurry into my dorm room and shut the door behind me. Standing in the corner, near the window, is a girl I don't recognize, and yet, somehow, I know exactly who she is.
"Sasha, right?"
At first, I hadn't noticed her presence, but as she steps forward, I feel a weight descend upon me. It's like a deep pressure building up around my head.
"What are you doing here?" I demand, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I hope you know your boyfriend has your brother."
"I came to warn you," she says, ignoring my statement. "You need to leave the dance team now, while you still can." She looks around cautiously, her gaze darting from one corner of the room to another. It's clear she doesn't want to be here, so I wonder why she is.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, my heart racing with fear.
She looks at me with a sad smile. "I had a nice little conversation with your stepmom earlier. She intends to bring you home."
"What?" I can feel the blood draining from my face as realization dawns on me. I don't even know this girl, yet she's doing Xander's dirty work. They're out to get me—to get us.
Sasha moves closer to me and places a hand on my shoulder. I flinch, still reeling from the news.
"I'm sorry," she says softly. "I didn't know what else to do to protect you—and my brother."
I shake my head, trying to process everything. "Why are you helping me?"
She hesitates for a moment before answering. "Because I know what it's like to be trapped in a situation you can't escape from."
Her words hit me hard, and suddenly I recognized the pain in her eyes. She's been through something similar, something that's left its mark on her.
"I can't just leave the team," I say, desperation creeping into my voice. "They're my family now."
Sasha nods. "I get it. But you have to think about your own safety. And theirs too. Xander won't stop until he has what he wants, and he wants you all to withdraw from the competition. If you don't, things will get bad."
I take a deep breath, feeling a mixture of fear and determination. "I won't let him win," I say, my voice firm. "We'll figure something out."
Sasha smiles at me, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "I wish it was that easy."
As I open my mouth to respond, Sasha turns to leave, and she's out the door before I can speak a single word.
In my pocket, my phone rings, and I know it's Sadie before I even look at the Caller ID.