My chest began heaving as blind, raw panic seized me. "Jericho, please—"

His eyes narrowed. "Neither of us is fucking you, Adams. The last thing we need is your whoring cunt bleeding all over our pool."

Angry, salty tears were rolling down my cheek by the time I had my skirt rolling down my legs, leaving me bare in my light pink bra and matching panties and I fought the urge to cover myself.

Jericho’s eyes began to burn. They lit a match over my nipples, lowering to the dip in my waist and the flare of my hips. I felt the same fire from the other three.

But Jericho suddenly snarled sharply at me, "Cut it out with the tears. We all know you’re everything but innocent. The little act might have worked before, but we don’t buy it anymore."

"Nothing happened!" I cried.

But he hurled my paper over my head, Soren catching it with one hand in the same moment Jericho lunged forward, grabbing me. "Only one way to find out."

Huh?

I began slamming my fists against his chest, but I might as well have been hitting stone. Mercer’s hands grabbed my fists from behind, holding me against his chest. "Calm down, wildcat," he laughed against my ear.

And then, Jericho kissed me.

It was nothing like Soren’s wild kiss. It was calculated like Jericho was. Controlled. Precise. It was in the expert way he started softly, like a tease. First my lower lip. Then my upper lip. The small, sweet pull that turned my brain to mush.

Then the slide of his hands up my thighs in the water. Slowly, like the way his tongue teased the seam of my lips, seeking entry.

When I didn’t give it, Mercer unclasped my bra. His thumb rubbed against my nipples and I gasp at the thread of electric heat that ran through the aching peaks straight to my core.

Jericho’s tongue slipped into my mouth then. Still gentle, still coaxing and seducing me into relaxing my body. I imagine that if I ever had sweet, loving sex, it would feel like Jericho’s lips on mine.

A moan escaped me. A soft gasp as Mercer’s mouth found my pulse and kissed, hard.

My head fell back. Oh god.

It was better than any fantasy I dreamed up. My back arched and my nipples peaked against Mercer’s fingers.

When Jericho’s hands traveled up my thighs, they parted wider. I couldn’t think. My blood had gathered between my legs and Jericho was close, so close to it, my hips bucked against his hand, seeking him out.

He cupped me between my legs and I cried out when he pushed my panties aside and thrummed me like I was his favorite instrument to toy with.

Mercer’s fingers pinched, flicked, twisted, caressed my nipples until my hips were rolling with abandon. Until I rolled against Jericho’s middle finger and pushed down against it.

I gasped into his mouth, but the moan rolled off the cliffs.

Quinlan hissed, and I temporarily opened my eyes to see him. His eyes were black on me and his hand was down in his pants. Stroking himself to the sight of my breasts.

It should’ve repulsed me, but it only sent another bolt of heat slamming into me.

Jericho’s finger was more calloused than Soren’s and slightly thicker, and he pulled out a little, only to sink all the way back in. I clenched around him too tightly, and my body, once more, started to squirm at the entry.

"Relax," he murmured. "If you stop being so rigid for one second, I could make this good for you, malyshka."

I didn’t know what the word meant, just that it made me wilder with need.

Jericho’s fingers moved inside me in tandem with Mercer’s flicks against my breasts and his hot mouth against my pulse. The water might have been cold, but I was on fire.

But Jericho’s movement began to stray from the rhythm. As though, he was checking. Or looking for something.

My eyes snapped open upon the disturbing realization that the bastard was checking if my hymen was intact.

This had never been about me, but their stupid truck-sized ego, trying to find out if their little ’doll’ was untouched.

"You bastard," I whimpered against his mouth as he pulled out and pushed into me again.

He dug in even deeper, searching for it, even as he made filthy love to my mouth until I felt the first of the spasms wrecking my body.

My teeth gnashed as I tried not to feel. There was nothing quite as dehumanizing as a man sinking his fingers into your most private area like a caveman to find your hymen.

I felt the blaze of shame sting my cheeks. I felt the hatred tighten my throat. I felt the tears leak from my eyes as he finally came up to find the soft wall he was searching for.

An animal sound of satisfaction rumbled in his chest, and he ran a hand along that wall, caressing it possessively.

I tried to remain unfeeling. But I shuddered, and it didn’t matter that I was sobbing from the sheer humiliation, my body tightened for him.

And what tipped me over the edge was Soren’s eyes, when I finally summoned the courage to look his way. They smoldered me, and I knew he was thinking about it, too.

I knew he was thinking about what it would have felt like to fuck me in the woods.

It shattered me. Climax stole out of me, violent and unforgiving. My vision whited out. A raw, screaming wail tore from my throat, echoing off the cliffs as I shook uncontrollably against Mercer and Jericho, my insides pulsing and clenching.

I heard Quinlan’s rough curse a second later.

"Catch, Quinn," Soren said, voice husky as he threw my term paper at Quinlan without taking his eyes off me. "Might come in handy."

Mercer and Jericho pulled away from me, just as I turned in time to see Quinlan use weeks of my sweat and hardwork to wipe off the cum from his shaft.

And then, when he was done, he shoved himself back into his pants with a smile and scattered my paper across the pool. "Oops."

He got out of the pool and joined Mercer and Jericho over at the bank where they waited for Soren.

I held in a sob as he waded over to me, violet-eyes cruel. "I suppose Cole Hayes must have indeed gone around through the back instead. Did it hurt?"

I raised my hand in blind anger, but he caught it easily, twisting until it felt like my bones might snap. I bit my lower lip, swallowing the cry. I would never cry in front of him again. "Because Mercer enjoys it, doesn’t mean I’ll allow it. Raise your hands to me again and I’ll tear out your limbs."

He left after that.

I stayed in the pool, sobbing silently as I gathered every page. But it was futile.

It was just as ruined as I was. In more ways than I realized.