Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,34

my asshole, my muscles immediately clenched down. I gasped as he pushed another inch inside, driving past the ring of tight muscle.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Jack whispered.

I wanted to scream to the world, but Diego captured my mouth once again as his cock slipped further inside. Every part of me was on fire as Jack continued pushing until he was fully seated.

Full. I was shaken at how full I felt, their cocks throbbing as I tried to get used to their girth. I snaked my tongue against Diego’s, my fingers clawing the bedding as Jack shifted over me, his arms placed next to mine.

His heart beating against my back.

His hot breath skipping along my neck.

During the next several minutes we were as one, their perfect orchestration as they thrust in and out further electrifying every cell and muscle.

The dazzling sensations only intensified as they continued, my blood pumping and my breath all but gone. I couldn’t believe the vibrant light dancing in front of my half-closed eyelids and when Diego finally broke the kiss, I gasped for air. How could anything this sinful feel so damn good?

Growling, Jack fisted my hair, yanking my head until he managed to pull me into a slight arc. He dragged his tongue across my cheek before nipping my earlobe. When Diego cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples until a wave of pain was the only thing I could concentrate on, I realized they would likely never let me go.

I’d become their sinful toy.

A plaything to release their tensions.

A way to avoid reality.

My body shaking, I couldn’t hold back another ravaging climax, a sheer revelation of what ecstasy was supposed to feel like. Allowing myself to let go wasn’t in my best interest, the control they already had damning. Yet as my body reveled in the explosion of sheer bliss, I shoved the ugly thought aside.

I was lost to the pleasure as another orgasm swept through me, but I could sense they were both ready to come. I wanted nothing more than for them to fill me with their seed.

As Jack threw his head back and roared, Diego howling from the intensity of his pleasure, a single memory slithered into my mind.

The Serpent.

A cigar in his hand, a deep laugh erupting from the bowels of his being, the sound straight from hell after the single time I’d attempted to escape.

“No man will ever touch you again. If they do, they will die. And trust me, my beautiful American doctor, there is no place on Earth where they will be able to hide.”

Chapter 6

Jack

Liquor.

There wasn’t enough in the damn world to keep my nerves in check. Hell, I’d fallen as far as I could go with this assignment, including fucking the package I was supposed to protect. Hissing, I swirled the glass of whatever rotgut bourbon I’d found in the cabinet, taking another swig. I no longer cared the taste was bitter, burning the back of my throat from its harshness. I wanted to feel some kind of discomfort to drag me back into reality.

I’d fucked up.

Then again, so had the man who was supposed to have my back, another member of the organization I should be able to trust. Snickering, I shifted against the doorjamb of the French door, staring at the star-filled sky. Diego was a wildcard, a man on his own mission, but not one I had enough information about. Yeah, he’d been up front about his prison term, but that was public record, something I already knew. Even his employment by the Cartel had been well documented.

I swirled the glass, trying to remember every word I’d read in the file Dante had provided. Of course, his assignments with the organization were considered top secret, just like all the operatives were, but I still had lingering doubts that there was something even more damning. I bit back bile before taking another gulp. The Specialists hadn’t sought out Eagle Scouts. That was for certain. They’d wanted men and women who’d fallen through the cracks, those who were considered unredeemable.

After all, the men who ran the organization were brutal monsters in their own right.

While every operative within the Specialists had their own set of secrets, some worse than others, Diego’s was well hidden. I’d once considered myself an expert with regard to reading people. Not with him. He was smooth as well as resilient, refusing to fall prey to his emotions. Unlike me. I held up the glass in a toast to the stupidity of