first order of business is to make certain our package understands that she’s required to obey, and I’m finished with talking,” the blond stated.
“Both of you are horrible,” I exclaimed. Everything they said I attempted to memorize, no matter the condition of my mind or my… Dear God. As the realization that my pussy was leaking, likely soaking through my panties and onto the jerk’s dark pants, I was floored at first. Disgusted next. There was no way I could be turned on by the vicious criminal, a man who should be behind bars.
When the scent of my feminine wiles floated between us, I fisted my hands, biting back a scream. This was ridiculous. I was just exhausted and scared to death, an emotional wreck from being held hostage.
“Very wet,” he whispered. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you thrived on pain.” He rubbed his fingers up and down the lace, digging the material into my pussy. When I moaned, he used his fingers to smack me in the same location, creating a ripple of sensations dancing down my body.
“As I said, fuck you,” I hissed, trying to keep from moaning.
“That’s going to cost you.”
The blond slipped his fingers past the material and between my swollen folds. Stunning sensations wrapped themselves around me, pulling me into a sweet vacuum. I could feel my body opening up, even enjoying what he was doing. As he drove them inside several times, I could hear the Spaniard’s heavy breathing. Everything was blurry, crazy. How could I enjoy this?
“I think it’s time for you to apologize,” the Spaniard stated.
“Not going to happen!” I countered.
“I don’t think you should tempt my buddy here. He’s not a nice guy. In fact, he’s considered brutal, a true savage.”
The blond drove several fingers deep inside, keeping his rhythm even. “My partner is right. I think you should keep in mind that the next level of punishment will be much worse.”
I did everything I could to shut off the desire, to drag myself back into the protective state I’d perfected over the last two weeks of an enduring nightmare. And I allowed my body to sag completely in his hold, my arms and legs dangling like the useless arms of a puppet.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” the blond asked, flexing his fingers open as he shifted his thumb down the crack of my ass.
I was in a euphoric state, loathing everything that was happening, including the way my desire wafted between us, the humidity making the scent more intense. Even the feel of the blond’s hard cock was enough to make my breathing difficult. “Not a chance in hell.”
“Then I’ll have no choice but to continue,” the blond half whispered. “Do you know what kind of punishment bad girls deserve after refusing to stop misbehaving, Sanchez?”
“Hmmm… Why don’t you tell me, Jack?” the Spaniard asked in a husky tone.
Jack. The blond’s name was Jack Rivers, also known as the arrogant asshole. Why was I tingling all over from the way he touched me? Why was there such excitement coursing through my veins?
“They get fucked.”
I couldn’t have heard the words correctly. There was no way. “What?”
“You heard me,” Jack stated then pushed me onto the bed, yanking my nightgown up even further.
I reared back, managing to kick him in the stomach.
Jack huffed then grabbed my hair, twisting my long strands in his fingers. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“I never said I was a nice girl,” I spouted, my pussy clenching then relaxing. This was insane. I was embarrassed by my own body’s reaction, my nipples so hard that both breasts ached. Maybe my dreams of the strong-bodied heroes saving me were the reason for my body’s obvious betrayal. Yes, they were both sexy as hell, but this wasn’t normal. Was it? I heard the sound of a buckle then a zipper and sucked in my breath as I clawed the rough blanket covering the bed.
“You are a formidable little thing,” Jack whispered. “And so very wet.” He slid his finger down my pussy, swirling the tip around my clit. As if frustrated at the hindrance, he yanked my panties until I heard a ripping sound.
When I realized I’d opened my legs, a warm flush crept along my jawline. I couldn’t deny the bizarre electricity shooting between us, or the way my body craved his. My mouth even watered at the thought of both of them together.
No. No.
That was nuts. I couldn’t think that way. Not for any