“Fuck, I want in her cunt again,” Ridge grits out, staring at my pussy. “It wasn’t enough.” He says it like he’s in pain.
My body aches all over. It feels like they're still in me.
“Times up, man. Don’t worry, she’ll be ours again. They can’t hold us forever,” Hudson says, a promise to his words. He adjusts himself, putting his still-hard cock into his pants.
Grabbing my face, Ridge meets my eyes. His dark green eyes are such a contrast to his blond hair. “One more taste before they take you from us, but I promise, it won’t be the last.” The conviction in his words sends a chill up my spine. His mouth urgently covers mine and his tongue pushes inside. I don’t fight him because there’s really no use. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and I try my best to not react.
We both freeze when the sounds of crashing wood and metal fill the room, and my heart starts pounding out of control once again. Ridge pulls himself from me, righting his clothes and looking around the room for something. I scurry from the bed, trying to find something to cover myself with. I feel their cum drain out of me when I stand, coating my thighs. “I hope you’re on the pill, baby,” whispers through my mind.
Ridge’s eyes are on the door that’s starting to give way, but Hudson stares at me. “Clothes on, Doc,” he says, before turning his attention back to Ridge. “This is it, and don’t fucking forget this one is mine.”
“Bullshit, you had the last two,” Ridge snaps.
“Come on, this is the last one. Don’t be a mean bastard, I need this. Plus, you got to slide into the Doc first,” Hudson says, motioning towards me.
They both just stare at each other for a few beats, then start playing what looks like a paper rock scissors game. They’re clearly fucking crazy.
“Doc, I said clothes,” Hudson barks at me again, but the door finally gives way, flooding the room with men wearing riot gear.
I expect them to fight or to lash out in some way. Instead, both of them drop to their knees, putting their hands behind their heads while looking right at me. From their size, I’m sure they could take out a few. They’re both huge. Even on their knees, they still look intimidating.
“They raped me,” I whisper, as if it isn’t obvious, and everyone looks at me.
“You dumb fucks. You fucking raped the warden’s girlfriend? Do you want to die?” one of the guards says.
I need to get out of here. I need to get to a hospital.
“We were doing the warden a favor, breaking her in for him. From the feel of her pussy, I could tell no one’s been in there for a while.”
I gasp at his crude words. I’m not sure why I’m shocked—it’s probably the tamest thing Ridge has said since he entered this room.
“Get her out of here,” another guard says. One of them lifts me into his arms, and I cringe again because I’m still completely naked.
“Put her down,” Hudson says, starting rise, but before he can get to his feet, he takes a baton to the back.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” growls Ridge, almost in unison as he tries to get up and lash out too.
The room breaks out in chaos, but the man who has me in his arms pulls me closer to his body. He pushes through the fight, and escapes the room into the cold concrete hallway.
“Take them to the warden,” I hear the guard bellow, echoing down the halls.
“It’s okay, Doc, we have an ambulance on the way.”
CHAPTER FIVE
RIDGE
The dirty, hard, concrete floor is starting to wear on my knees. Both Hudson and I are in solitary confinement, the warden standing over us. I’m not sure what he plans, but I have a good idea it ends with both Hudson and me dead. What he doesn’t know is the only one who’s going to die is him. I’m just not sure how I want to do it. Do I wrap my hands around his throat and let the life drain from his eyes? Or do I make it swift and merely snap his neck?
The cocky fuck thinks he’s fine alone with us, our hands bound behind our backs with cuffs that I unlocked moments ago. Our escape plan is working perfectly, with only a few small details to wrap up.
The warden lands another blow to Hudson’s face but he barely moves. If he thinks he could beat us to death, this would take all fucking night. Doc Charlotte had more fight in her than the warden does.
“I think you’d be a little more appreciative that I loosened her up for you. Or are you just mad I got a taste first?” Hudson says, baiting him. We want to draw him close, but I might snap sooner if I hear another reminder of how he’s been sweet on the Doc.
The warden’s lips tighten, “Hope it was worth it because you’re going to die in this room tonight.”