He doesn’t react, at least not negatively. “Bend at the waist,” he grunts when it comes time to take off my jeans. “Let me see that ass. Go slow.” There are tears in my eyes, and my chin won’t stop quivering, but I do as he instructs. His breathing has already taken on a rasping quality as he gets more excited. When I bend to slide the jeans down around my ankles, he groans softly. “Look at that ass. Begging to be fucked.” I close my eyes and bite back a whimper at the thought. I’m so mortified, I almost forget about the tattoo. James doesn’t say anything, which means he knew about it. I store that information away for later.

A moment later, I’m completely naked, and I slowly turn around with my hands folded in front of my pussy. “No. Hands at your sides. Don’t try to hide yourself from me.” I look at the wall over James’s head rather than stare at his dick while he strokes it as he studies my body. “That fresh pink pussy. Just dying to be filled. It’ll get filled tonight.”

“Get on your knees in front of me,” Colt says, and already he’s pulling himself out of his pants. He’s hard, and I can’t understand how. It takes a certain kind of person to become aroused in a situation like this. A sick person.

But the sooner I do this, the sooner I get it over with. I lower myself to my knees between his spread thighs. At least my hands aren’t tied this time.

“Play with her tits,” James whispers, so Colt reaches out with both hands to cup them. My nipples are already hardening, thanks to being out in the open air like this—and it’s humiliating, the way they harden further at his touch. His warm palms rub over my skin, massaging and kneading while my arms hang awkwardly by my side.

I focus my gaze on a picture hanging on the wall. It’s some kind of movie poster from the fifties. At least, judging by the bright red convertible, that reminds me of the movie Grease. Maybe I can imagine sitting in that car somewhere at a beach far away from here.

“Look at him,” James orders, forcing me out of my fantasy. “Don’t be rude now. Give him the attention he deserves.”

Dragging my eyes from the poster, I meet Colt’s hooded gaze. He stares at me as if he is trying to be somewhere else too. For a fraction of a second, I feel this connection between us. As if we are not enemies but on the same side.

Then it’s gone.