Page 21 of Room One Hundred and Six

Jasper pinches my chin. “Never drop your eyes to the floor. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re a rare beauty.”

“Please,” I ask. But I don’t know if I am asking for them to give me just that or to let me run away. They know I have the gems and yet they are playing my body as if they still want to share me between them.

I tense but instead of driving into my ass and taking what he wants, Jasper reaches into my ear and pulls out the earpiece. Holding it up, he speaks into it. “She’s no longer yours to control.”

The “she’s ours” part is understood without verbal confirmation being needed.

Arrogant bastard.

Using two fingers, the brute crushes the COMM and the only connection I have to Ivy and my escape plan.

Yeah, I need to give up on getting out of here anytime soon.

“Lucky for you our buyer got tied up in Chicago and will fly into Seattle later on tonight. That gives us time to torture the truth out of you.”

Lucky me.

“That gives me an idea.”

Shayne grips my ass and hauls me up his body. He pushes us into a bedroom. Plains of hard muscle spread out before me. Voss is spread out on the bed, stroking his length. I’m sorry I missed him stripping out of his dress shirt and gray slacks, but the results are stunning.

Voss’ thick cock juts upward as he strokes the ready flesh. He must have entered this room while Shayne and Jasper kept my attention on them.

I wet my lips. “Voss,” I husk. At least I know who will take my virginity now.

“Come here, jungle flower, and taste me.” My attention drifts down his perfect body.

Pre-cum spills over his fingers and I’m suddenly ravenous for what I shouldn’t want. There’s nothing I can do with the gems until tomorrow. Ivy will understand when I dangle the diamonds under her nose. My sister is in good hands at the hospital right now. For the first time in a very, very long while, my time belongs to me.

I crawl to Voss on my hands and knees when Shayne places me on the edge of the bed. I lean forward to lick the sticky mess off his knuckles. Salty and sweet. Inside I’m screaming to hit the brakes, but I can’t stop now. Deep down I know I don’t want to. I can have this moment for me. I need to focus on that voice and let all the shit I’m dealing with fade into the background.

If only for tonight. God, please help me. I want these men more than I want to breathe right now.

Beside me, Shayne pulls my hair from my face and neck. He holds it high for me when I open my mouth and take the hard inches his brother offers me into my mouth. I groan around Voss and he’s right there with me, only his groan is raspy and masculine. Pre-cum covers my lips and I lick it off.

“Beautiful,” he rasps.

Shayne takes my hand in his and kisses the back of my knuckles. Jasper moves in, wrapping my wrist in a loop made of silk. Before I can react my left hand is hung high, with the other end tied to the frame of the bed.

I blast him with a narrowed eye glare. “What the hell is this?” Shayne works fast and does it to my other hand. I jerk on the ties, but the frame of the bed is sturdy. I do a quick glance around the room and take it all in on one go. Large poster frame bed in the middle of a large room with black sheets and only a few pillows. The far wall is made of glass with a fog-covered Seattle spread out below. The three remaining sides of the room are painted red with contemporary sconces placed strategically on the walls to give the room a sensual glow made for seduction. That is all I have time to see before I jerk on the silk keeping me in place.

“What the fuck is this about?”

Shayne tips my chin up. Holding my gaze he says, “Our thief will not get away.”

My brain scrambles for a way out of this. Millions of unusable ideas pop into my head until I land on one that might get them to untie me.

“We don’t have a contract,” I exhale heavily. “If the club head honchos find out, your membership will be revoked. You need to untie me now.” I twist until I can wrap my fingers around my bindings and tug on the black tie on my left hand and then on the other black tie on my right.

The fuckers actually used their ties on me. Blood boils under the surface until the heat hits my face. It spreads out until even my toes are an angry red.

“Our little jungle flower is mad.” A cocky Voss takes both of my hips in his hands and moves me to where I glide over the full length of his hard, perfectly fucking deliciously irresistible cock.

Shayne pulls out the contract the hostess must have left with him. “You mean these?”

Shit. My chest heaves with the amount of fury coursing through me.

Shayne’s smile is slow and filled with heat. His gaze caresses the swell of my bouncing breasts before turning for the door and closing it behind him.

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