SWNOVELS Sick Boys: Chapter 73
Hours later
Felix and I have been helping with the cleanup in the main school area, but the moment I spot their car, I drop everything I’m doing and run outside.
“How is he?” I ask as Alistair jumps out.
“Could be better,” he replies.
Dylan gets out and shuts the car door. I’ve never seen his eyes as red as they are now.
I immediately run to him and give him a big hug. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t feel sorry,” he replies, placing his hand on my back. He cringes. “Ahh.”
I lean back and realize I’ve been pressing on his wounds. “Sorry, I forgot.”
He cups my face and leans his forehead against mine. “I’m okay. Stop worrying about me.”
“How did they take the news?” I ask.
He rubs his lips together. “Not good.”
I gulp. “Did you tell them—”
“That he jumped off the ledge? Yeah. That he tried to kill my friends and me? No.”
Some of the tension in my body immediately dissipates.
“I didn’t want to make the pain any worse,” he adds. “So I just told her … we watched him jump.” He adds a loud sigh. “Mom will be okay. It’ll take her a while to get over him, but … I know her. She can do it.”
He caresses my face and smiles gently. “You make everything better.”
“Hey,” Alistair grumbles.
“And you too,” Dylan says, and he extends a hand. “Come here.”
Alistair joins in on the hug, and Dylan adds, “Thanks for being there for me.”
He kisses Alistair first, and watching them makes my heart flutter. But then he turns to me and kisses me full on the lips too, and that just made my pussy flutter as well.
“Well, aren’t you three getting cozy,” a familiar voice calls out.
My lips unlatch to smile at Lana as she playfully slaps her brother on the arm. “Don’t you need to join in on the action?” She winks at him. “You know, the more the merrier?”
“I don’t do men,” Felix retorts with a stoic face.
“You don’t?” she jests, curling the red ribbon that’s in her hair around her finger. “Aw … but you’d make such a good boyfriend.”
She presses her fingers to her lips and throws Felix a kiss right before she sidesteps to avoid his rage.
“Hope you trained your glutes,” Felix growls at her.
“Oh boy,” Dylan mutters.
“Why? What’s he talking about?” I ask Dylan, who begins to grin wickedly when he looks at them.
Lana’s eyes glimmer.
“Because when I fucking catch up with you,” Felix starts, and Lana bolts off, “your ass is gonna be mine to whoop!”
They run off, and Alistair and Dylan laugh.
“That’s gonna hurt,” Alistair says.
“Him falling to the ground, yeah,” Dylan replies. “She’s much faster than him.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Oh yeah,” Dylan says. “They do this a lot, and he rarely wins. But it keeps him humble.”
“Felix Rivera? Humble?” I snort.
“She matches his energy,” Alistair says as we follow them back to the Skull & Serpent Society house.
Their chase ends at the steps she beats him to, and she throws him a wicked look before she heads inside.
“Bitch,” Felix grumbles.
Alistair laughs behind his hand.
“You love her, though,” Dylan says.
Felix glances at him over his shoulder, butt hurt he can’t catch up with her in time. “Shut up.”
I laugh. “You two are funny to watch.”
Felix rolls his eyes and tucks his hands into his pocket, pretending not to care. “Whatever.”
We head into the building, where some of the guys have already started fixing up the shattered windows with cardboard and tape.
“Nice job, guys,” Dylan says, patting one of his friends on the back. “Let’s get to work.”
The cardboard isn’t permanent, but it’s a good temporary fix while we get ahold of a glazier. I’m glad my father’s willing to help out. The place looks beaten up, with chips and pieces of the walls coming off and broken-down furniture scattered all around.
“Well, this is gonna be one hell of a cleanup,” Dylan says, folding his arms.
“Yeah, good luck with that,” Lana says as she marches up the stairs. “I’m gonna go find Jason.”
“Lana,” Felix warns, but all she does is stick a middle finger up at him.
And it makes me laugh. Good for her.
“I’m gonna go put Nessie in her spare cage. Be right back,” Dylan says, and he retreats into the kitchen.
“Grab a broom,” Alistair says to Felix. “Let’s clean up the place.”
“Fuck no,” Felix says as he grabs my hand and drags me up the stairs. “We’ve got some unfinished business.”
“What are you talking about?” Ali asks as he follows us upstairs.
“Hey!” Dylan calls from downstairs, carrying Nessie around. “Where are you going?”
But I can’t even respond as I’m being dragged around.
Dylan quickly follows suit.
Felix heads into his bedroom and locks the door when everyone’s inside. The floor is still covered in shards of glass, and he grabs a broom and stuffs it into Ali’s hand. “Wanna sweep? Have at it.”
Okay, I guess we’re gonna do this right now.
Ali swiftly brushes most of the glass to a single corner while I grab some of the filling that’s burst out of the expensive seat and stuff it back inside.
“What are you doing?” Felix asks me with a raspy voice.
“Helping,” I reply.
“No,” he says, the look in his eyes deadly. “Don’t help. Don’t do anything at all. Just sit.”
What, why?
I frown but still sit down anyway. “Oh…kay.”
Felix meticulously starts to clean up his room until most of the debris is gone, and Dylan finally starts to help him too, even though I can tell he’s really not feeling it. When they’re done, it’s almost as if a giant weight rolls off Felix’s shoulders.
He sighs out loud. “It’s not enough.”
“What isn’t?” I ask.
“This. Labor. Work. Sweat.” His nostrils flare. “I need more.”
“You can clean up downstairs too if you want,” I reply. “I can help.”
“No. You’ve done more than enough.” He clutches the broom in his hands so tightly I’m afraid it might snap. “But I … I haven’t done enough to fix the damage I caused.”
“It wasn’t your guys who did this. It was my father’s men—”
The broom drops to the floor. “Shut up and fucking use me.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“You heard me.” The look on his face is dead serious. “Use me like I used you.”
I’m too stunned to even say a word, let alone breathe.
But goddamn … is that proposition hard to refuse.
“Oh … this sounds interesting,” Alistair says as he gets up from the floor to throw the last bit of glass into the trash.
“Use you … how?” I ask, tilting my head.
Felix’s jaw tightens. “You know exactly how.”
“Wow, I am here for this,” Dylan murmurs as he sits down backward on a chair, pointing it in my direction like he’s gonna watch a show and doesn’t want to look away.
“Anything I want?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Everything you need,” he replies.
The look in his eyes is lethal as though he could snap a neck at my beck and call, and it makes me feel powerful. The kind of power no one can take but is only given. And right now he’s handing it to me on a silver platter.
“You think you could take that?” I ask as I close in on him.
His eyes sparkle with greed. “Give me your worst. Everything you’ve wanted to call me. All the pain you wanted to dish out. Give it to me.”
I’m right in front of him, and I can’t resist.
Slap!
An imprint of my hand is left on his cheek, glowing red.
I’ve wanted to do that for ages—ever since I learned the truth. And fuck, does it feel good to get it out of my system finally.
“Again …” he says.
But instead of slapping him, I point at the cross they hung me from. “Stand there.”
His brows draw together, but he still does what I say. I follow him and stand right in front of him, taunting him with a devious look. Then I grab his wrist, pin it to the cross just as he did with me, and I tie the leather strap around it, and then do the same to the other wrist, tying him in place.
Now he knows how it feels.
But I’m not there yet. Not even close.
I grab his face and lean in, rubbing my lips across his, but not close enough to actually kiss. “I want to see how much you can take.”
“Oh fuck …” Dylan groans. “This is gonna get me hard.”
I pull away right as he leans in for a kiss, and I love to leave him hanging for more. I head to his cabinet and check out the drawers. It’s filled with kinky toys that I don’t even know the name of, but some of it sure looks interesting, and definitely something I’d love to use. But for now, this set of handcuffs will do.
“Hard you said?” I glance at Dylan over my shoulder. “Turn around in your chair, then.”
With a filthy smirk on his face, he spins the chair around with ease and sits back down. “Too late. I’m already there.” And he points at his dick protruding through the fabric of his pants.
But I ignore it and grab his hands, pinning them to the back of the chair until he yelps, “Ow. God, this could almost make me forget about being gunned down.”
“Good.” And I lock them in place, putting the key that’s on a chain around my neck.
“Wow, is this some sort of revenge for what we did?” he asks as I step back and admire both of them hanging there, helplessly.
“Maybe,” I say.
I admit it does feel good to have them in the same position they kept me. But this time, I’m the one in charge … and boy, does it feel good.
“Ali, close the curtains,” I say, even though there are holes in them, but at least it’ll provide some sort of privacy for all the filthy stuff I have in mind.
He immediately springs into action and does what I ask. “Good boy.”
He turns to throw me a surprised look and then side-glances at Dylan.
I know that’s what Dylan called him.
But now it’s my turn.
And I’m going to have a lot of fun torturing these boys.
I sit on the edge of the oversized couch that I filled up again and part my legs.
Felix’s lips part, and a hampered breath leaves his mouth the second I start touching myself through the fabric of the pants I borrowed from him.
“You denied me over and over again, pushing me to the edge without relief,” I say, playing with myself right in front of them. “So let me return the fucking favor.”
I slide my hands up and down until the wetness begins to soak my pants.
There aren’t enough mops in the world to swivel up the drooling faces in this room.
“Oh fuck …” Dylan groans, squirming in his chair like he’s already having trouble staying put.
“Enjoy what you can’t have,” I say, bringing my fingers to my lips so I can lick them, right before diving in.
Felix swallows, trying so hard to keep himself from grumbling, but his hard-on is already massive. I can see it poke out through his pants, begging to be released.
“Penelope …” he rasps. “This is—”
“Cruel?” I interject.
Touching myself like this has never felt like heaven until I saw three boys clambering to get a taste.
“Hot,” he says, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
A smirk forms on my face. Well, I’m glad he finally admits it.
I look at Ali, who’s been watching me from the windowsill, grasping at his bulge like he wants to stroke it.
“You,” I tell him. “Crawl to me.”
And within seconds, he’s on his knees. Listening comes naturally to him.
So of course I’m going to reward him first.
“Fuck …” Dylan rasps as he watches Ali kneel and crawl across the floor to me.
I stop Ali with my shoe, pushing him away right before he’s at my feet. “Take off my pants.”
He eagerly goes to work, sliding it off my thighs with care as though he doesn’t want to damage the expensive goods. Like I’m priceless.
And that … that’s power.
Alistair tugs down my pants and throws them away, then pecks my calves like he wants to worship me.
And finally I hear Felix’s first groan.
“Is this your way of punishing me?” he asks. “Letting my friends have what I can’t?”
“Oh no …” I mutter, pushing Ali down on the floor with my foot again so he’s out of reach. “No one gets to touch this until I say so. And until then … moan and beg.”
“I would beg for this pussy every single day of my life,” Ali mutters while kneeled in front of me, and he spreads his legs to touch himself.
“Show me then … show me how badly you want it,” I say, and I open my legs and start rubbing myself right in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re getting me so hot,” Dylan moans, biting his lip.
“You all called me your slut …” I say, tilting my head as they writhe in their binds. “But now I’ve turned you all into mine.”