Lord, I can’t believe he’s going to make me watch this whole thing.
I sigh, suppressing the urge to curse at him and pushing myself onto the stool. He turns the stool so that I’m looking directly at the pool table where the woman lies trapped between the vice president and Rat. From where I’m sitting, Rat’s back is to me, but he’s bent over, sucking on her nipples.
Some of the crowd shifts around, obscuring Rat from view.
“She’s ready for you,” Rat says, and feet shuffle.
“You’re gonna take everything I give you and love it, aren’t you?” someone else growls. “Dirty, naughty little girl.”
I stare. That’s Dragon’s voice.
No surprise that he’d headline something like this. The threat in his words makes my heart rate pick up.
“Move aside, boys,” Spider calls. “Stop hogging the view.”
Some of the guys laugh, and those crowded around Dragon move aside to give Spider a better view.
Striker waves over to him. “Come on, Spidy. Join us.”
I look up at Spider, worry nibbling at my insides. Except he doesn’t move.
“I’m good here.” He squeezes my thigh, his fingers pinching. “I’ll have my own fun later.”
That he isn’t taking part in the sex fest before me shouldn’t matter, yet my heart gives a funny jolt. Why? His tone drips objectification that should scare me, but instead, my body craves whatever’s coming.
Dragon seizes the woman’s legs and holds them up in the air. Then his hips thrust forward. The woman’s body jolts with the force of his entering her and she groans.
My heart stops. I know her voice, but from where?
Some of the men around her are rubbing themselves. Two of them are still holding her wrists, keeping her arms spread out. Striker is stroking himself outright.
Everything in me wants to look away and knows I should be horrified, but I can’t take my eyes off the scene, and an unwilling heat is coursing through my veins. The woman’s groans ring out, and I hope I’m not imagining the pleasure in those sounds.
“I’ll bet you’ve never seen anything like this before.” Spider’s voice is a low rumble in my ear.
I don’t even have the presence of mind to reply. My brain can barely process what I’m seeing.
Spider’s fingers caress my shoulder, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. My nipples ache, and the clamps intensify the sensation until I’m almost drunk with need. His fingers barely make contact, yet somehow his touch is enough to ground me. His presence makes me feel as if he’s the only thing keeping me from being swept away into a world that’s too dark for me to navigate, and yet he somehow feels too far away, the part of him I need most hopelessly out of reach.
Everything about this scene is so wrong, making me feel unbalanced. I look toward the back of the barroom to the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. As if sensing my thoughts again, Spider’s fist tightens on the leash.
“Eyes front,” he says. His tongue teases my ear. “There’s no getting out of this.”
I drag my eyes back.
Dragon’s arms clench as if he’s gripping the woman’s hips hard, and he’s thrusting slowly in and out of her.
“Oh, fuck,” the woman pants. “It’s too much. Too much…”
Dragon swivels his hips in an incredibly sexy way, growling in pleasure, which makes her moan louder. My senses feel like they’re on overdrive.
“She’s making too much noise, Rattler,” Dragon says. “Fill her fucking mouth with cock.”
The ache mounting between my legs intensifies. The vice president climbs on the heavy table at the opposite end to Dragon. I hear his pants being worked open and then a grunt, causing the woman’s whimper to turn into a muffled moan.
“Take it,” Rattler orders. “Eat my cock. Let me see you suck me off.”
There’s a wet slurping sound and Rattler groans.
Dragon makes a deep satisfied sound and his hips thrust harder.
I swallow, feeling as if my whole body is on fire. Heat is licking between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together.
“You like what you see?” Spider rumbles.
Heck. I should be degusted by this, not turned on, but I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.
Spider’s hand glides over my thigh, then his fingers dip between my legs. They stroke the seam of my jeans, almost brushing the clamp on my clit. My muscles coil in response. His fingers stroke, almost but not quite touching my tortured sex, heightening my need to a maddening pitch, and making the scene before me frantically erotic.