feel the wetness through your fucking jeans,” Spider rasps. “So much for the sweet innocent girl act, hmm? Daddy would be shocked, wouldn’t he?”
There’s an understatement. The words should yank me out of the moment, but instead, all they do is pull me further in. Highlighting how little I belong to my own world, and bringing to the forefront the wicked, twisted part of me that wants only him. Him and his lawless, filthy, crazy, dark world.
The sounds the woman is making are clearly those of pleasure now, stripping away any reason to peg these men’s actions as those of heartless animals. More slurping from the girl, more moans. Dragon’s frame half obscures his second from view, but I can see enough of him to know that Rattler’s rocking his hips, and the way his arm is bent, I know he’s controlling her head.
He’s taking her mouth the way Dragon is taking her body, and she’s eating him up.
“I hate you for this,” I tell Spider. I’d die before I admit what this is doing to me.
He hums in amusement. With one hand still stroking between my legs, his other palm massages my chest, rubbing the scars there. The heat of his palm seeps into me while the slow back and forth movement tugs on the clamps on my nipples. Volts of pleasure-pain rush along my nerves until I gasp. My body quakes, as if he’s stroked my clit.
“No you don’t. I can feel you getting wetter.” The fingers on my sex circle the clamp there, where my jeans are soaked through. “You know this gets you as hot as it does me.”
Shame tears me apart, and the heat coursing through my veins feels like the fires of hell itself.
Dragon’s thrusting faster now, and both men are grunting in pleasure. The woman’s bucking on the table. There’s fast, hungry slurps and a few choking noises. I wish Spider was wrong, but he isn’t.
Never in a million years would I have imagined it would be this hot, seeing a woman being taken by two men as if she’s property, as if it’s their right to pass her around to anyone they choose. Shame at my own rising need rakes through me. Her groans have me squirming on my seat.
“See the way Prez fucks her? He’s going to watch his men do the same thing when he’s done.” The strokes of Spider’s fingers across my skin don’t match the savagery of his words. “Club girls belong to the club. They take what we give them. If I hadn’t claimed you for myself alone, you would be in her place.”
My heart gallops. He’s claimed me for himself, but something in his voice leaves me unsettled. What if he changes his mind?
Dragon speeds up his relentless pace. He tosses his head back and grunts like a savage. His hands grip the end of the pool table as he pounds her.
Striker is still stroking himself slowly, palming and squeezing her breasts while another man gets off on her other side. Dragon gives a final grunt, and he’s barely moved away before Rattler climbs off the table. He stalks around to the other end and takes Dragon’s place. Dragon taps the girl’s cheek with his palm and watches Rattler thrust into her.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you? How many of my crew do you think you can take?”
Spider speaks, so I don’t hear her reply.
“If I chose to have you take her place right now, what would you do?” His tongue flicks the shell of my ear.
I draw back and snap my eyes to his. “You wouldn’t!”
He grabs my chin and directs my eyes to the debauchery before me.
Rattler is pounding the woman like a man possessed. She’s whimpering in pleasure, her arms straining against the two men holding her, as if she’s trying to touch him.
“Wouldn’t I?” Spider growls.
His low voice drips with anticipation that scares the heck out of me, but it also leaves my core throbbing. The pinch of the clamp on my clit along with the strokes of his fingers is causing the ache there to mount until I’m sure I’d come apart with one stroke of his tongue. My nipples are pinpricks of aching need that the clamps on them only make more so. His palm is still massaging my scars, tugging the clamps so that the volts of pleasure shock through me, ceaseless and without mercy.
I wish I could say he wouldn’t do such a thing to me. He’s so possessive,