Page 46 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“Thank you. That means a lot to me, baby.” My throat grows tight and it takes everything in me not to cry. “You deserve every piece of me. It takes a real man to know his wrongs.”

“Fuck, little bitch. You are killing us.” Dalton’s expression is pained as he spins back around and crouches in front of me, grabbing my chin between his fingers.

His lips move softly against mine before deepening the kiss, gliding over my mouth with a passion that lights my body on fire. It’s hard and almost shy of desperate, as if he can’t get enough of me. I know the feeling. It’s like this every time I’m around my guys. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and nips just as he pulls away with a serious expression.

“I’m going to need you later. Not right now because I have a feeling you're going to need your strength tonight, and you probably don’t want to be walking funny.” Dalton chuckles at my heated expression before standing and walking away while whistling—the cocky fucker.

I giggle, actually giggle like a schoolgirl, and take a deep breath as I close my eyes. Life is funny, you literally never know where it’s going to lead you… Mine has taken me for a wild ride with some real bullshit but it’s not so bad now. I mean, it can still be shitty some days, like yesterday at the auction. At least I wasn’t alone, and afterwards, it just proved that I’m never going to be alone again. I have five sexy as hell, protective men that love me.

Like I said, life isn’t so bad.

“What has you smiling like that, sugar plum?” Tey startles me as he whispers in my ear and makes grabby hands when my wide eyes meet his.

“Jesus Christ! Tey! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” I laugh as he continues making grabby hands as he bends down and throws me over his shoulder.

My hair swings in front of my face, blocking my view as he walks out of the bar area and down a hallway until he stops at a closed door. Plus, I get to watch his tight ass in black jeans while just hanging around.

“We have two presents for you, sweets,” Tey says excitedly, smacking my butt and squeezing before bending to set me down.

The room spins for a second, and I’m pretty sure my face is red as I grip Tey’s forearms to steady myself.

“We?” I ask, staring into his gorgeous, bright blue eyes.

“Pet.” Nicky presses against my back, his soft but deep voice making me shiver. “Here, let us help you put this dress on.”

I lean my head back onto his shoulder, loving the feel of his minty, hot breath on my neck as I close my eyes. I don’t bother questioning what dress or what they’re planning, because I’m deliriously happy at the moment. This must be what love drunk means.

“Lift,” Tey whispers, as if he feels this too, the calming and easy way we just fit together.

He taps my wrists and I raise them over my head while he grabs the hem of my tank top, slowly dragging it up my body until I hear the fabric dropping onto the floor. I smile when I hear Tey’s low inhale and the pleasing hum he lets out under his breath as he takes me in. I didn’t bother wearing a bra today, just my jeans and pink tank top. I feel Nicky’s rough hands grip my hips, kneading his fingers into my flesh before sliding towards my jeans. He unsnaps the button and drags the zipper down with a slowness that is killing me, desire burning low in my stomach like a struck match. I shimmy my hips as he drags my jeans down, tugging them over my ass with a hard yank.

“This ass,” Nicky praises, growling as he grabs each ass cheek, kneading the thickness of them in a bruising grip.

“One day I’m going to fuck these tits and coat you in my cum.” Tey flicks his tongue piercing over my hard nipple, circling it in wet laps until he bites down with a tug.

“Please,” I whimper, moaning wantonly in my throat from the sensations and the deep ache in my still sore pussy from last night.

“Oh, how I love it when you beg, but I love it more when you're needy and desperate,” Nicky’s voice is downright dangerous, like setting my panties on fire dangerous, while he steps away from me and takes his body heat with him.

My eyes pop open in disbelief as Tey moves away too, but at least he’s pouting like I am.

“Get back here and make me come,” I order, glaring over my shoulder as my body is wound tightly with horniness and need.

“Here, pretty lady, lift your arms.” Tey snickers, reaching behind me to grab something off the bed, and quickly shifts the silky material over my arms just as I obey, lifting them over my head without really thinking about it.

The dress glides over my body, barely feeling like I have anything over my skin. The feeling makes me shiver and as I glance down, I notice my nipples standing out like two beacons that say look at me against the red silk. My God. It’s breathtaking and fits me like a glove, molding to my shape perfectly.

“Exquisite and all ours,” Nicky breathes out against my neck, brushing his lips there for a second until he produces something in front of my eyes.

He holds up a syringe, filled with some type of liquid and flips it between his fingers as I narrow my eyes with suspicion.

“You aren’t drugging me again,” I calmly say, trying not to cross my arms over the silk material, so it doesn’t wrinkle.

“Not for you, pet, but don’t worry. If you want to be fucked while unconscious, I always have more where this came from,” Nicky says in a deep, throaty voice that has me gulping loudly and sweating bullets.

Would I like that? Jesus. I don’t even know, but I’ve done things I never thought I would like, so I think maybe I would.

Looking between the two of them and eyeing the syringe, I definitely like the idea of them using my body for their pleasure.

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