Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 5 My Mates Love Watching P*orn on the TV
“You know what we want?” Emre hissed, circling around to the other side of the living room, where the laundry room was located. He grabbed a mop and t*hrust it into my hand, walking back towards me.
“Clean the damn house. That’s what I want. I’m not sure about the others.” he shrugged nonchalantly, leaving me feeling infuriated and helpless.
“Bold of you to assume that I would listen to you!” I yelled out in frustration, dropping the mop to the ground. Despite being trapped. I knew that they couldn’t kill me because then they wouldn’t receive the money they were after.
“I remind you that you cannot kill me.” I declared, determined to stand up to them even if it meant annoying them.
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“We can still hurt you,” Bellamy threatened, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest.
“Go ahead, try. If you do. I’ll end my own life.” I muttered, keeping my gaze steady on theirs as they exchanged a furtive glance.
“For years, we will be keeping you safe. We want something from you,” Caspian interjected, his words laced with a hint of desire.
“I don’t need your protection,” I stated confidently, determined to assert my independence.
At this, they all burst out laughing as if I had made a joke, and I knew then that I was in for a difficult and dangerous situation.
“You think you can defend yourself? Can you even handle a weapon?”
Emre bellowed, his voice booming through the room
“A weapon and her! Huh!” Wolvin was quick to chime in. his own voice loud and brash. It was then that I realized that both of them had huge egos—the kind of men who thought they were the only ones capable of fighting with perfection.
Wolvin mostly kept quiet, but his silent gaze was often filled with judgement. Caspian, on the other hand, was a flirt and a player, always looking to satisfy his l*ustful desires.
As for Bellamy, his past as the alpha of a large pack had led him to believe that he was superior to others. His ego and arrogance could be sensed from miles away, making him a dangerous foe to cross.
In their presence, I felt small and powerless, aware of the dangerous game that was being played around me.
“I’ll learn to fight,” I managed to choke out, struggling to control my sobs as their laughter grew louder.
“Leave the saving job to us. You’ll never be able to fight like we do,” Wolvin sneered, stepping forward for the first time. His deep voice filled the room, silencing everyone for a moment. There was a commanding tone to his voice that made my blood run cold.
As they all stared at me, I gave each of them a challenging glance before storming back to my room. Once inside, I locked myself in the bathroom and let my tears flow freely for a few minutes.
“It’s okay to cry,” I whispered to myself, trying to gain control of my emotions. “But I can’t let them see me as weak. If my father has done this to me, then I’ll make sure they all regret underestimating me. I’ll learn to fight and defend myself, no matter what it takes.”
With a newfound sense of determination, I wiped away my tears and stood up from the floor. I grabbed a pair of black shorts and a tank top, ready to start my training. I was going to be my own savior, and these so-called mates of mine would one day regret mocking me.
Leaving the room, I headed towards an empty space where I could practice on my own. The guys were still lounging around, making a mess. I never thought men could be so dirty. They needed some good discipline, and I promised to deliver just that. I just needed to get my head in the right place and study them carefully.
As I surveyed the messy kitchen, I realized that the only thing I could do at the moment was make a smoothie. I started gathering fruits, chopping them up with purpose. With each chop of the knife, I felt my anger and frustration subside, replaced by a sense of calm and focus. I began to hear some strange noises coming from the living room.
“What the hell are they even watching?” I muttered to myself, trying to focus on my task. I knew I could deal with them later, after I had a good, nutritious breakfast. My head had been throbbing ever since they dumped all their problems on me, and I needed some energy to survive the day. Finally, my smoothie was ready, and I took a sip, feeling relieved as the cool liquid slid down my throat. But my moment of peace was quickly interrupted by a sudden noise from the living room.
“Ahhh! Why don’t you shove your fist in my v*agina and your d*ick in my a*ss?” The crude words mixed with m*oans penetrated my ears, and I was so shocked that I spat out my smoothie and started choking. The sound was coming from the TV, and I couldn’t believe that these guys were actually watching something like that in the middle of the day. I felt a sudden surge of anger and disgust, and I knew that I had to confront them about it. But first, I needed to catch my breath and compose myself.
“What the f—!” I complained, still coughing from the weird noises coming from the TV. “Ahhhh, I want your whole arm,” someone was shouting loudly.
This was not going well. I couldn’t just pretend like I wasn’t hearing it. I stormed out of the kitchen and saw a disturbing sight that first turned my cheeks red and then filled me with anger.
They had p*orn playing on the TV at maximum volume while all of them were gathered around it. Wolvin was standing behind them with a knife in his hand, his eyes glued to the screen, like he was ready to pounce on the actress.
Meanwhile, Emre was holding a cereal bowl, eating in slow’ motion, and entirely fixated on the TV. I couldn’t believe he could focus on his food with such a loud p*orn playing in the background.
Bellamy was on the couch with Caspian. They have left a space between them. Caspian had his hand on his bulge and was stroking his d*ick from over his pants to fix it. The g*angbang p*orn was extreme, with multiple penetrations. It made my cheeks turn crimson.
After taking a deep breath and calming myself down, I walked over to the TV and briskly unplugged it.
“Hey!” Bellamy and Caspian complained, while Wolvin pretended like he wasn’t watching and Emre chewed his cereal awkwardly.
“How can you play something like that so loudly on the TV when you have a girl living with you?” I didn’t like having to remind them that it made me uncomfortable.
“Maybe take a hint. We like that kind of stuff,” Caspian mumbled sheepishly to get under my skin.
“That’s not our problem, though,” Emre muttered as he put his bowl down.
“We’re all men. We act differently. And we do things differently. You’ll have to adjust to it,” Bellamy interrupted. I didn’t even want to look at him after finding out he had a girlfriend and was now telling me to suck it up.
“This is my house, and you will follow my rules,” I declared, not allowing their laughter to make me feel embarrassed.
“Now, I’m going outside to practice, and when I come back in, I expect this place to be squeaky clean,” I ordered confidently. I knew I had to take control of the situation, or they would continue to take advantage of my discomfort.
“You want us to be your personal Cinderella?” Wolvin stepped out of his comfort zone to sneer and show more emotion.
“I won’t allow you ‘men’ to make the rules in this household,” I said with as much courage as I could muster, facing the group of powerful men.
“You know what, guys?” Caspian appeared to be fed up. He wearily raised his hand and waved it to get everyone’s attention. “This princess and I k*issed extremely passionately last night.”
Once he brought it up, everyone stared his way and then looked at me. “Wasn’t there a clause in the contract that she would spend the exact amount of time with each and every one of us? In that case, shouldn’t she k*iss us all now?” Emre granted, appearing to be in some sort of competition.