The silence is awful, but at least now they know and can stop pretending like they aren't trying to get me to speak about it all.

"Dhalia, those men, what they think doesn't matter. People have a preference for what they like, but that doesn't mean those outside of that preference are not nice or are ugly. It's a warped perspective and one that is all wrong and fucked up."

"No, Dhalia, whatever they said, it's wrong. It's not real and shouldn't be something you even acknowledge."

I wait to see if he continues, but he doesn't. "Have you finished your rant?" I say tauntingly, and he laughs.

"Sorry, but the fact that their words even get a second thought within your mind is fucked up and wrong. That guy tonight liked you but was hurt that you turned him down. His go-to was to talk about you and make you feel as bad as he did."

I thought he was done, but apparently not. "Chase, can we stop talking about it, please?" It doesn't help; in fact, it just brings everything back up and makes me feel worse again.

"You realise the aim of this conversation wasn't to get you to tell us about Carl and what happened. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out."

Maybe not, but there was something. "Then why? Don't lie; I know it wasn't to get information on my stepdad."

I watch as he looks around the room, rubbing his face. Sighing, he looks at me. "Jax and Blake are asking Keeley for the names of the guys."

Wait...I laugh, and his eyes roll. "Fuck me, Chase." My head shakes; Keeley has no idea about the guy's names; hell, not even I do. I sit laughing far too much at the fact they thought Keeley would know.

"Ask again, Princess, and I just might agree," Chase says seductively; I glance up at him in confusion. Ask again what? "You said, 'Fuck me, Chase', and I swear, the way you said it made me want to, so be careful."

I smirk at that. Will he fuck me? I'm pretty sure they have agreed not to fuck me because it will complicate things. "Chase." I smile and lean closer to him.

"Princess," his eyes narrow as he speaks.

"Fuck me." I stop and smile. "Chase, fuck me," I bite my lip. Okay, maybe that was a bit too far, but damn, that wild look in his eyes just makes me want to say it over and over and see what happens.

He moves and grips my dress. I hear it tear as he pulls it from my body. His hand throws it to the floor, and I stay kneeling on the bed in nothing but heels and a thong. His hand pushes me back, and he climbs onto me.

"We're not meant to be doing this until we talk." His eyes fix on mine, and I smirk.

"You see, I have a dilemma, Chase," I taunt and stroke my fingers along his body.

"Which is?" His head lowers, and he licks my lips.

"How can I decide when I have no idea if either of you three hit that spot? I could agree, then be just as sexually frustrated as I was with Carl."

Okay, I know that's bullshit, hell just looking at them pushes me to the limit, so I doubt they will have issues hitting that spot. Not when there are three of them.

His hand slips between my legs, stroking along my clit, before grasping the fabric and pulling. It tears easily under his power. "The fact you're so fucking wet already tells me that you know we won't have issues Princess." His mouth bites against my neck.

I push my hips higher, and his finger rubs across my clit. "I'll indulge you and prove a point for you." He thrusts his fingers into me, and I cry out. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

"Fuck, Chase." I whimper as he pushes his fingers deeper, and his head lowers to my neck, where he bites and sucks. The movement of his fingers becomes quicker.

"Still think we can't hit that spot, Princess?" His words are growled, and my nails dig into his back. My body shakes as pleasure builds within my stomach.

"Answer, Princess, or I stop." He bites against my neck harder, at the same time as his thumb rolls over my clit.

"No, please don't stop." I wrap my legs around him and anchor him in place. His fingers begin moving quicker and stroking along the exact spot I taunted him about.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." His words are growled, and he bites against my nipple. "I can't help but imagine it being my cock, Princess, soon, guarantee soon it will be."

His words undo me. I cry out his name, nails digging in deeper and making him hiss. He doesn't stop; he thrusts his fingers deeper and rubs over the spot constantly until I'm chanting his name, rolling my hips and crying in ecstasy.

My body collapses against the bed as his hand slips out from between my legs. I watch his hand raised, and he licks my flavour from his fingers.

"Soon, Princess, very, fucking soon." He pulls away from me.

"Wait, seriously?" I was so sure he was going to fuck me.

"Yes, seriously." He smirks and throws one of his shirts at me.

Sighing, I put it on, and he waited. "Why do I feel like you're not done talking?" I laughed, and he nodded.

"I wasn't. You distracted me with your whole 'Fuck me, Chase' voice." He winks and hands me a pen and some paper. "I want the names, every single one, Princess. Don't leave a single one of the names off."

"You see, Chase, that's going to be a bit hard. I can give you some names, but not all of them, considering I don't even know them." There's no way I can name every man brought in.

I lower the pen, then pause. "What's the plan after I give you names?" I look at him, but he doesn't answer. "I'm guessing these guys will end up in your hunting game, right?"

He sighs and looks at me. "Does it matter?"

Did he really ask if it matters? "Yes, Chase. Yes, it matters. To me, to their family, some of them are married with kids."

"Is that meant to make me feel something?" He laughs. "That makes them worse, the fact they have a partner and kids and are paying to fuck another woman. Write down the names Princess."

My head shakes. "No!" I refuse to do it.

"Write. Down. The. Names." He leans over me.

"Am I meant to be scared of you, Chase? If so, I'm not." My words taunt him, and I smirk.

"Are you fucking drunk right now?" He stares at me in shock.

"No, so you can't use my drunkness as the excuse for me not being scared of you. Chase, I'm not scared of you, so the answer is no."

He groans and looks around the room. He's lost; even I can tell he is lost. He turns to face me, and his face screams uncomfortable. "Please, can you write down the names you know?"

Wait...I laugh. Did he think I was refusing because he was telling me and not asking me to? I still want to refuse, but the fact he asked...Damn him.

Sick For Them Pt11

MMMF Dark Romance

Dhalia POV



The silence is awful, but at least now they know and can stop pretending like they aren't trying to get me to speak about it all.



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