Chapter Six.

I turn to face Trent. "Why?" I dared to ask him, striving to keep my voice firm and strong. "Why am I being forced to spread my legs in front of you bastards?" I cross my arms in a defiant stance.

His face contorts into an asymmetrical smirk. "Because it makes my dick ultra-hard and because, well..." He reaches out, playing with the tips of my wet hair between his fingers. "I said so and whatever I say in this house is law."

I chew on the inside of my corner top lip, scanning the room, looking at the sick pricks with their hands on their crotches before my gaze lands on his. "Have you considered seeking professional help? You're a fucking perve."

He chuckles, "You have no idea," he winks at me, extending his hand for me to take.

"I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of humiliating me." I hiss as I brush past him and climb onto the table without any help.

Wriggling my skirt up to my hips, I shut my eyes and spread my legs wide open for them to