4. Ariel. Found

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Elijah says as he passes by the closet.

I press my palms harder to my mouth as I suppress a giggle. Coming here wasn’t a bad idea after all.

“Because I’m going to find you, and once I do…” Elijah’s voice sounds far off, “Well, I’ll spoil all the fun if I tell you what will happen once I find you.”

A wave of need sweeps through me. I can’t deny that I’m attracted to all four of them, and for some weird reason, they seem to like me as well; while it’s fun to fantasize about what-ifs, flirting is one thing, reality is another. Even so, it doesn’t mean I can’t have some good fun while I wait for my memory to return.

“Shut up,” Killian growls. “She’s spending the night in my bed.”

Asher speaks next. He’s right by the closet. “Dream on, pal…! We shall see about that,” he says as he opens the door.

My heart beats wildly, and for a moment, I imagine he finds me and takes me to his and…and…maybe wicked things happen in there. Like him fucking me senseless. I make myself as small as possible, not wanting to be found yet.

I don’t know what’s worse—that I have no recollection of my life or that I’m horny as fuck. I wonder if I have a vibrator at home, but I sure need one right about now and a big glass of wine. Then again, I had three champagne glasses at the party, which might explain why I’m so bubbly and horny.

Asher peaks inside but doesn’t see me and closes the door.

I almost let out a giggle. This is so…fun. I don’t remember when it was the last time I felt this good because, well, I seem to remember much of anything right now. I make another effort to think of what could have gone so wrong that my brain forgot everything. Not a brain injury, that I’m sure of, but what about drugs? Could I be a crack-head? The uncertainty of not knowing what happened to me is killing me.

There’s no more noise coming from the hallway. Maybe they forgot about me or decided it’s not worth the trouble to keep looking, that I will eventually get out of my hiding spot, and they will find me then. They will have to wait because I don’t plan on making it easy for them.

But being alone in the dark gets boring quickly, especially without anything to do. There’s nothing to think about except my entire situation.

I slowly make my way to the front of the closet and press my ear to the door.

Quiet.

Yeeeeep.

They totally forgot about me. Suddenly, it dawns on me that coming here might not have been the brightest idea I’ve had. They probably saw me as a cute pet that needed to be rescued, and the moment I was out of sight, I slipped out of their minds.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Besides, some fresh air will probably do me good. Yeah, that’s it. I’ll go for a walk around the neighborhood. With some luck, something will trigger my brain, and I will remember everything.

I slowly open the door and peek outside. All clear, so I tiptoe my way back to the living room in an attempt to find my shoes and get the fuck out of here when I’m hit with the most delicious smell ever—muffins. It reminds me of the one Khai gave me at the party. It was good, I suppose, but these smelled absolutely delicious. Besides, I’m famished.

I’ll steal a couple of muffins on my way out.

Finding the kitchen is not all that hard. No one is inside, so I go straight to the island, grab a big muffin, and take a bite.

One of the guys wraps his arms around my stomach from behind. I was wrong about the guys. They were just waiting for me to leave my hiding place and I did exactly what they wanted me to do.

“All I had to do was set up a trap, and you fell right into it. Isn’t that right, Muffin?” Khai purrs in my ear. His voice sends shivers down my spine.

I swallow before I ask a question of my own, “How did you know I like sweets?”

Khai doesn’t reply but runs his nose along the column of my neck while inhaling deeply. “God, you smell so good. Can I taste you?”

I blink. He didn’t mean what I thought he meant, right?

“What?” I squeal as I put the muffin next to the others.

Khai spins me around before he places me on top of the island and gets between my legs. My dress inches up, giving him a perfect view of my panties. I hope they are the same color as the dress—red.

“Fuuuck, Muffin. You’re killing me.” His fingers brush against my leg, and they slowly inch up. My breath catches in my throat because his touch feels so damn good. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he accuses me of something.

“What did I do?” I ask breathlessly.

And then I feel his fingers touching my very bare pussy. Oops! I guess no panties for me.

He rubs his mouth with his free hand.

“God, you have such a pretty pussy,” he says as he looks straight into my eyes. “Just one taste, Ariel. I fucking need it,” he rasps before he sinks to his knees.

A shaky breath leaves me. Oh. My. God. A freaking god is on his knees, his eyes staring at my pussy, and he sounds like he will die if he doesn’t lick me.

He grabs my legs and pulls me closer to his face. “Spread your legs a little more for me, Muffin,” he asks.

I do as told, but it’s not enough as he grabs the inside of my thighs and forces my legs wide open. My dress bunches up and gathers around my waist.

When I’m all displayed for him, he kisses my throbbing clit. “Fuck, I needed this.” He gives my pussy a proper licking. “You are so wet, Muffin. Let me clean all your sweetness with my tongue.”

I want to say ‘yes,’ but then I remember we are not alone.

“What about the others?”

Khai chuckles softly. “No need to worry about them,” before taking my clit between his lips and sucking it gently. A grunt of approval rumbles in his chest. He likes my taste.

My eyes roll to the back of my head.

“What did you do?” I moan.

He smiles against my sensitive flesh while he does things with his tongue that make me cry out in pleasure.

Everything fades away, and it is only Khai and me. And my screams of pleasure. The way he licks me is out of this world. I grab only his hair, needing to anchor myself as his tongue slips inside me.

“Khai, that feels so good,” I moan while he fucks me with his tongue.

I throw my head back while he makes me feel pure euphoria.

His tongue returns to my clit.

I want his hands all over my body. I want him to play with my tits while his mouth never leaves my pussy.

“I’m so close,” I cry out as pleasure starts to build up in my lower abdomen.

A loud bang comes from another part of the penthouse, followed by a roar. What the hell?

Khai gets up seconds before I come. “Looks like playtime is over,” he grumbles.

I groan in frustration. I try to look calm and collected when all I want is to ride Khai’s face or his fingers so I can get off. Trying to distract myself from how hard I’m aching for him to finish what he started, I ask, “What’s that sound?”

Khai chuckles. “Asher. He’s not happy that I locked him and the others in the cinema room. I should let them out before they break the door.”

My eyes go wide. “You guys have a cinema room?”

Khai nods while he helps me get down from the island. “There’s a SPA area as well, for when you need to relax.”

Holy fuck. These guys are filthy rich. I don’t know why it didn’t click until now. What the hell do they want with me, then? Women like me don’t mingle with guys like them. I’m probably their plaything for the night, and they will kick me out first thing in the morning. I can live with that.

Khai fixes my dress before grabbing my hand and leading me to where the others are. Once he opens the door, Killian is the first to push his way out, followed by the other two.

“You don't ever play fair do you, Khai?” Killian snarls when he sees Khai and me holding hands.

“He’s right!” Asher and Elijah back Killian up, but Khai doesn’t give a shit.

“All is fair in love and war,” Khai chuckles. “We never established rules, so it was only normal that I’d do everything in my power to have my Muffin all for myself.”

Asher rolls his eyes. “Fine. You have her tonight, but I’m claiming her for the following two days.”

I blink. He’s what?

“I’m taking her out on Saturday,” Elijah says next.

Killian looks at me. “Looks like we’re having a date on Friday,” he grins before he winks.

What the hell is going on here? There’s no way in hell that they are into me. We barely met! There has to be something fishy here.

Is this some sort of a bet to see for whom I’ll fall first and then make fun of me?

If that’s the case, then I’ll be playing, but I won’t be the one to lose; I'll be the winner.

The winner gets to walk away with everything, including their hearts, because I will make them fall hard for me. And then, I’ll crush them, just as they want to do with my poor heart.

“Come on, Ariel, let’s go sleep,” Khai says.