DAVINA
I froze, my face heating up with the humiliation I felt. Shawn had already rejected me, and here I was, trying to kiss him.
Why wouldn't he pull away?
My chest tightened and with a sharp sinking feeling, I turned my face away, my hands covering my naked breasts.
"This didn't happen," I said, before pushing past him, taking my discarded clothes. I only had the time to hurl my shirt over my body as I couldn't stand his boring gaze.
"Where are you going dressed like that? How will you even get back?" He held me by the door again as his eyes flickered, with something I couldn't comprehend tucked deep within.
But I didn't care, "It's none of your business! Don't fucking show that you care now, if you are going to act so cold later!"
The next second, I snapped his hand off me and yanked the door open. The door shut loudly behind me as I marched down the hallway, eyes tight. For once, I didn't want to cry for that bastard!
I had done enough back at school, and he didn't deserve these overwhelming emotions raging inside of me.
But then, I came to a halt, eyes wide, and I didn't know where to turn to. I looked back to see that I didn't know where Shawn's room was. All rooms, doors were completely alike, and I was wary of barging into another room, or I would be met with Ethan's or Uriel's naked body.
So, I quickly tried to put on my skirt. At least, I should be dressed properly if I wanted to find my bedroom safely. I bent down, struggling with the skirt that had suddenly gotten stuck between my toes.
And then, I heard footsteps with a hot gaze trailing up my skin. My head turned backward, and my mouth gaped open seeing Ethan right behind me. He was still shirtless, with his grey pants hanging dangerously low on his hips.
"What are you doing?" His deep voice bounced off the walls.
I froze as I realized the weird position I was in. Even though my shirt was a bit long, it did nothing to cover my naked butt and the little pink region between my legs.
"Nothing!" I shrieked.
I shot up to my feet, sprinting down and going around whatever corners I could find. I caught a glimpse of Ethan's face before rounding the corner and the side of his lips was raised with a sly and dangerous curve.
It sent chills down my spine, and my stomach dipped.
However, I found myself falling into another trap as I rammed straight into a hard body. My body bounced back, hard and suddenly Uriel quickly wrapped a hand around my waist, with his brows raised.
"Where are you rushing to?" He tilted his head, with that lasting smile that never reached his eyes. It felt like he was boring into my soul and he knew of all the atrocities I had committed before being here.
From Shawn seeing me naked and Ethan viewing everything I had underneath.
And Uriel right here, had his gaze burning down my neck and settling on my chest. I followed his gaze, to see that my first two buttons were undone and our position gave my breasts a little push, with the best view.
"Oh Goddess..." he sucked in a cold breath, his smile dropping as he glued his eyes to my chest. "I never knew you had so much hidden underneath there."
My cheeks burned, with a red tinge and down to my neck as I slowly looked away from him, "Can you let me go now?"
"Why?" He chuckled. "You willingly ran into my arms."
"That was a mistake!" I huffed, eyes strained in their sockets. "I was trying to get away."
"What were you running from then?"
"Your bro…"
I went quiet, knowing I couldn't explain what had happened. Uriel was now my last hope of finding my bedroom, so I could bury my head in shame under the sheets.
"Can you get me to my bedroom, please?" I pleaded.
"Sure." He nodded, finally letting me go and my back rested on the wall. And then he continued, "But what are you going to give me in return?"
"That's...that's not fair!" I whined, with my brows creased.
"Then, you should find your way." He stepped away from me, his nose turning up but I held the hem of his shirt, desperate.
"Alright." I agreed. "I will do anything you want."
Sharply, he took my hand, pulling me down the hallway and as we disappeared into a corner, I saw Ethan emerge. However, Uriel had successfully whisked me away and a few minutes later, we entered a bedroom and as the door closed behind us, Uriel pushed me against it.
"Did you go around the house half-naked that way?" His hand trailed down to my exposed legs caressing them gently.
I wiggled, my legs clamping shut and I was surprised I wasn't disgusted by his touch at all. Deep down, I liked it, and it was just the same way Shawn had made me feel.
"Uriel..." I shivered, eyes turning hooded when he trailed his hand upward, caressing dangerously between my thighs.
"You really don't have anything on." He grinned, as his eyes turned into slit.
The smiling boy now looked dangerous, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. But I was a willing prey, one that had her pussy watering and legs clamped even tighter.
"Tell me, what were you doing?" His breath fanned my neck as he pulled in closer, taking in my scent. "Running around the house with nothing on?"
I swallowed, as I felt my insides caving in and burning. I closed my eyes, lips quivering as I ignored his question.
"What do you want?"
"What do I want?" He chuckled and then pulled away. His smile was back as he tilted his head, "Why are you so desperate?"
"I am not." I shook my head.
"Then, you wait." He shrugged. "I can tell you what it is tonight or tomorrow. Anytime I ask, you have to give it to me."
That didn't set me at ease at all. It only kept me on my toes and I almost drew him back when he tried to leave.
Aside from that, he had the nerve to leave me with this burning thirst and this wetness between my legs. And while the door closed, I wondered why I felt this way for the boys.
Shawn's coldness drew me in, thirsting for more of his touch and the chills he sent down my spine. I wanted to be locked in with Uriel, feeling his warmth but it would only make me sink deeper into his abyss. And Ethan? He had me pining for more of that danger that was locked away behind his mischief.
Suddenly, a knock on my door resounded and before I pushed it open, I quickly dressed up.
Shawn was standing there, holding a bunched-up pantie in his hand, "This is yours, right?"