Beguile

Chapter 77

"Sometimes I think you're all talk, Kay." I teased.

I rested my head on Kurt's chest, my breaths grew heavy and ragged, each one echoing the mounting desire between us.

I dropped my gaze and I found Lucas staring back with an innocent smile plastered on his lips.

A beat of silence passed between us, and as I remained rooted in my spot, staring at him drenched in blood. I couldn't help but think how captivating he looked.

Beneath me, I felt Lucas's growing intensity, and I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart pounding in anticipation.

"Hmmm..." Kurt murmured, trailing his tongue over the wounds on my shoulder. His breath was warm, his touch electric. "Is that so?"

With confidence, I nodded. "Yes, you'll be the one begging."

Lucas chuckled softly, his breath hot against my skin. "Well then, let's see about that."

In a swift, deliberate motion, Lucas shifted me to the side, and I found myself on top of Rie.

His blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight, his pale skin flawless and cold to the touch. His eyes met mine, cheeks flushed with surprise and desire.

As I straddled him, I realized he was just as flustered as I was, our unexpected closeness leaving us both breathless and consumed by the intensity of the moment.

He was stuttering, his skin stained in red, holding his palms up in a mix of desire and hesitation. He wanted to push me away, yet at the same time, he refused to touch me.

"Our little Rie is shy," Lucas remarked with a sly grin, pushing Rie's shoulders down to restrain him from moving away.

"I-I can't," Rie stuttered, avoiding my gaze, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What can't you do, Rie? Speak up; I can't hear you," He pressed.

"T- touching," he finally managed to say, his voice trembling.

"Still can't hear you," Lucas teased, hovering over Rie, his voice dripping with excitement and mischief.

I knew what they were trying to do, but I couldn't go along with it, especially with Rie in this state. It had to be on his terms, on his consent.

Attempting to move away, I brushed my thighs against his in the process, but something caught me. A hard pole poked through my center, causing me to gasp sharply. Quickly, I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle the sound.

Desperate to escape the situation, I tried to pull away, but Kurt grasped my shoulders and pushed me back down, causing that same pole to press against me once more. My moan was drowned out by Rie's pained groan.

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the humiliation, refusing to look at them.

"I'm jealous," Kurt whispered into my ear, his voice tinged with desire and frustration. "That this blonde could ever dream of touching you like this, and that I don't have a say in it. But a deal is a deal," he continued, his breath warm against my skin. "Unless you beg for me. Beg that you want me instead. And we'll run away from here, from them. Just the two of us."

His offer was tempting, a chance to escape the island and the others. But I couldn't abandon them.

With my eyes still tightly shut, I shook my head, rejecting his offer.

Kurt chuckled softly, as if he had expected my response, his lips trailing hotly down the back of my neck. "You're punishing me, Ken."

My eyes flew open when Kurt grabbed my breast and squeezed it forcefully. What started as a mere brushing was now becoming more aggressive.