I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Lysander’s pov

All of my earlier relief vanished the exact millisecond Gideon’s voice echoed over my head.

I stumbled backward so fast my feet nearly tangled, staring up at my stepbrother with wide, terrified eyes. "Y-You’re here..."

"In the flesh, little brother," Gideon purred, offering a slow, dark smile that held zero warmth. "Did you miss me, Lysander?"

"W-What are you doing here?" I backed further into the cold room, forgetting my earlier panic attack as a far worse nightmare took its place.

"Well, you weren’t answering my dozens of calls or texts, so I started wondering if you were even still alive," he drawled, stepping further into the space.

"Seeing as you’re clearly still breathing, why don’t you explain why you chose to ignore me?"

"I... I..."

"You what?" Gideon pulled the heavy metal door shut behind him, plunging the holding room back into dim, suffocating shadows.

"My... my phone died!" I stammered frantically, my entire body shaking so hard my teeth clicked together.

Gideon let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Your phone died? Really, Lysander? That’s the best lie you could come up with?"

"I-It’s the truth!" I choked out, the words coming out in a jumbled, desperate mess. "I forgot to charge it—"

Before I could finish, Gideon reached out, snagged the collar of my jacket, and yanked me toward his chest, plunging his hand into my pocket.

He pulled my phone free and tapped the screen, the bright backlight illuminating the dark, cruel malice in his eyes.

"Interesting," Gideon announced, turning the screen so I could see the battery icon. "Almost completely full."

"Gideon, please—"

The sudden strike caught me entirely off guard. A heavy palm cracked across my jaw, sending me crashing down onto the stone floor.

Pain exploded through my face, and I clutched my stinging cheek, letting out a sharp gasp. "Ah!"

Gideon dropped to his knees beside me, his hand reaching out to grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back.

"Tell me again how your phone died," he whispered dangerously.

Before I could even formulate a coherent syllable, his palm cracked across my cheek a second time, harder than before.

"So not only are you a pathetic flake," he sneered, pulling my hair tight enough to rip strands from my scalp, "you’re a terrible liar."

"Gid—"

"Shut the fuck up," he growled low, his lip curling in utter disgust. "I leave you alone for a couple of days, and you suddenly think you’re brave?"

His eyes narrowed as he took in the pale, exposed skin of my neck. "I bet you let someone else fuck you while I was gone, didn’t you?"

"I didn’t!" I sobbed out, squeezing my eyes shut as tears spilled down my burning cheeks. "I swear I didn’t!"

Gideon snarled, his hand shifting down to my collar. "There’s only one way to verify that, isn’t there?"

His hands moved fast, popping the buttons of my shirt open with violent efficiency.

I reached up impulsively, my trembling hands grabbing at his wrists to stop him. "I didn’t sleep with anyone else, Gideon! I swear on my life!"

"And why on earth should I believe a word out of your mouth?" Gideon spat, shoving my hands off him with effortless strength.

"The words of a corner whore hold more credibility than yours. At least they get paid. You’re just a gaping wet hole begging for any cock you can find."

"Please..." I wept, my voice breaking completely. "Please don’t do this here..."

Gideon glared down at me, his eyes dark and unyielding. "If you try to touch my hands again, I’ll break every single one of your fingers to keep you still."

A violent tremor ran through me, and I forced my arms to drop to my sides, my mind screaming at me to run even though my body was paralyzed.

His long, cold fingers trailed over every inch of exposed skin, mapping my frame with possessive aggression.

His touch made me shudder with revulsion, but as his warm palm pressed against my ribs, the lingering symptoms of my panic attack began to subside.

Gideon pinched both of my sensitive nipples hard, forcing a breathless gasp from my throat as my back arched off the stone.

His hand glided down my waist, pressing firmly against the sensitive curve of my hip until my body reacted against my will.

A whined sigh escaped my lips as blood rushed to my lower body, my length stirring beneath his touch.

Gideon noticed the sudden shift instantly, his hand closing around my half-hard shaft through my pants with a rough, punishing grip that made me cry out.

"Oh God! Please!" I sobbed, my face burning with pure, unadulterated shame.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, his lips twisting into a sneer as he felt my body’s involuntary reaction. "I’ve never seen a bigger slut in my entire life."

"Even while you’re crying on the floor, your body is begging to get fucked. You absolute whore."

Mortified, I bit my lip hard, trying desperately to detach my mind from his hand as he finally released my length.

Gideon roughly flipped me onto my stomach, pinning my face flat against the cold, gritty stone floor with a heavy hand on my upper back.

His fingers dug into my waist, trailing down to the heavy marks littering my thighs.

"I can tell how thoroughly your body was used by whoever took you," he whispered, malice dripping from every word.

"I guess it was too much to hope you could manage forty-eight hours without getting yourself plugged like a sex doll."

I kept my mouth shut, my ears burning hot as the shame choked off the air in my throat.

"I was way too merciful with my punishment," Gideon muttered, his hand sliding over my hip.

"The entire university should watch you get taken in real time, instead of just watching that thirty-second clip."

His words hit my brain like a physical blow, my eyes widening in the dark. "You... you uploaded the video?"

"If you had answered my calls like a good little brother, I wouldn’t have posted it," Gideon replied smoothly. "You brought this on yourself."

I stared blankly at the dark stone floor, my mind racing as the realization settled in.

When had he filmed me without my mask on? How hadn’t I noticed the camera when he was taking me?

I had spent the entire morning assuming Drake was the one who leaked the clip to ruin my life.

A faint, confusing flicker of relief washed over me knowing Drake hadn’t posted it, but I instantly killed the feeling, disgusted with myself for caring.

I was such a pathetic idiot. Even if Drake hadn’t posted the video, he had still used me, trapped me, and treated me like a blood supply.

I hated Drake, and I hated Gideon even more.

"If it’s any consolation," Gideon added, his fingers playfully twirling a lock of my blonde hair, "I actually regret leaking it so soon."

"Broadcasting you getting taken live would have been a far better punishment," he smirked against my ear. "But that’s easily fixed."

Gideon raised his voice, shouting toward the heavy metal door. "Bring them in!"

My blood ran completely cold. "Them...?"

As in multiple people? What was he doing? Was he bringing strangers in here to... to watch him assault me?

A wave of intense nausea hit my stomach, making me gag.

I tried to push myself up off the floor, my heart hammering wildly. "Gideon, what are you doing—"

"A slut like you thrives on having an audience," Gideon chuckled darkly as the sound of heavy male footsteps echoed down the outer hallway.

"I know your asshole is dripping with the mere thought of having them watch me fuck your little hole. Go ahead and say thank you, Lysander. If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll even use lube."

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