Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,27

the middle of the night for the various pranks I’d played.

“I didn’t hear you,” Diego said as he rubbed his fingers across my bruised and aching skin.

I bit back all the nasty things I wanted to say. There were two of them and one of me. “I said… Yes. Sir.”

“Hmmm… I can tell we will need continual attitude adjustment,” he half whispered, lust dripping from every word.

The two men were a yin and yang and not just because one was blond and the other deliciously dark all over. While I knew both had been through an arduous past, Jack was the one remaining directly on the edge. He was a volcano, the kind that once erupted could never stop.

“Five more,” Diego stated, sliding his fingers down one thigh and up the other, tickling my swollen pussy with a single finger.

Unable to bite back the moan that had been lingering in my throat for several minutes, the tone when I did was nothing short of sensual. I tried to control my breathing as he toyed with me, his touches light, fingertips barely brushing across my pussy lips.

I closed my eyes, trying desperately to keep from spreading my legs as if ready to accept they owned me. This was a terrible experience, two men who believed they could punish me. Two men who believed they could dominate me.

Two men who’d enticed the woman hiding deep inside.

The desire burned to the point I was flushed, aching all over.

To be used.

To be fucked.

To be… owned.

Panting, I gripped the bedding, fisting my hands in an effort to remain in position. When Diego pulled his hand away, I almost cried out. How could his touch arouse me as much as it had? I was almost thankful as he cracked the belt again, holding his stance for several seconds before striking me a second time.

The pain was blinding, even as my pussy clenched and released, driving me close to an orgasm. Nothing could have prepared me for the dichotomy of both emotions as well as the electric current jolting into every muscle. I was alive, a dancing wire full of apprehension as well as excitement. The rush kept me breathless.

When he’d delivered the last strike, only then did I take a deep breath, still clinging to the bed as I tried to control my heart rate.

“I think maybe she’s learned her lesson for tonight,” Diego half whispered.

I heard him toss the belt and cringed. Jack was the wild card, the one who seemed to be in authority, although they remained at odds. That much was easy to tell.

“I guess we shall see,” Jack retorted, laughing under his breath. “She fooled us before.”

As I shifted, a single moan slipped past my lips and when I turned my head, the way Jack was looking at me was even more intense than before. He didn’t just want to fuck me. He wanted to devour every inch of me. His cock was at full attention, stretching hard against his pants. The look alone was provocative, forcing a tightening of my throat.

I was thirsty, but the kind that couldn’t be satisfied by cool water or even the finest liquor. I wanted to see all of him, every inch of both of them. I wanted to touch their sculpted bodies, to have the heat of their skin sear the ends of my fingers. No. I couldn’t think this way. I just had to stay focused. This was all about getting out of here alive.

But what if…

I didn’t even like Jack in the least. He was cold and calculated, brutal on every level while Diego was hard yet sensual in his mannerisms.

“Maybe we should lock her into her room for the night,” Jack stated, his chest rising and falling. A part of him was serious.

“Don’t you dare,” I snapped.

“I don’t like that idea either,” Diego whispered. “The truth is I’m not certain we can allow her out of our sight. She is very devious.”

“You have a good point. Maybe then we leave her undressed, take away her clothes. She won’t be able to go anywhere then.” Jack’s tone was even more defiant, his eyes glazing over.

“No,” I spouted, jerking up onto my knees. “Don’t you dare do that. When I give my word, I mean it. I’m not going to be stupid enough to try and leave. Besides, I know one or both of you would find me, dragging me back here then God knows what.” The last words I snapped were biting, directed