Page 37 of Wicked Revenge

Alek steps to her other side, running his hand through her hair and angling her head back to look up at him. “Yes, Baby Girl, let us in.”

“Make me forget. Please. I just want to forget everything before this moment.” The pain in her voice shatters me. I don’t know what she has been through, not the details anyway. I can piece together enough to understand she’s been through hell at the hands of Kingston Wolfe.

“Maddox, bring her back to bed,” Alek says, his tone deep and commanding, and fuck me if it doesn’t do something for me.

He carries her through the bathroom and into the bedroom, a trail of water dripping off them both the whole way. I shut the water off before grabbing some towels off the rack.

I quickly slip my wet sweats off, wrapping one around my waist. Alek grabs one, doing the same before we walk out. Maddox lowers her to her feet at the foot of the bed before grabbing a towel and moving back into the bathroom to lose his dripping wet sweats, too.

“Here, let me dry you off,” I say, bringing the towel to her head and squeezing out her flaming red curls before drying every inch of her body.

Maddox returns next to me. I notice he now has on a pair of boxer shorts. He hands me and Alek a pair, too.

“Lie back on the bed. Right in the middle,” Alek tells her.

When she turns to do just that, we turn our backs to her and slip the boxers on before discarding the towels in a heap on the floor. She looks at us confused, and if I’m not mistaken, a little disappointed. She doesn’t understand why we are covering ourselves when we just told her we would take care of her needs.

The three of us stand at the foot of the bed, staring at our girl like starving men stare at a feast before them. But this isn’t about us.

This is about giving her what she needs. She wants us to make her forget everything before this moment right here.

Be careful what you wish for, Angel.

Chapter 21

Holy fucking shit on a cracker.

These three men stand before me, now only in black boxers, staring at my naked body laid out on the bed.

I had a flash of doubt that they weren’t going to take this any further when I saw them putting boxers on, but their eyes bore into my body, caressing my skin with their intense gaze. The molten blaze of desire I see staring back at me, I know they want this just as much.

Alek stands in the middle, Maddox on the left, and Royal on the right. They look fucking delicious with their tattoos on display.

Alek is the biggest of the three and seems to have the least amount of tattoos on him. They cover his broad shoulders, running up his neck, down his chest and both arms to his hands. He is a stunningly beautiful man. His abs are sculpted all the way down to the delectable V.

My eyes travel down to his happy trail of thick black hair that disappears into his boxers. The imprint of his cock straining against the tight fitting fabric makes my eyes bulge out of my head. Holy fuck. He is huge. I haven’t even seen him completely naked, and I can already tell that massive thing isn’t going to fit anywhere in my tiny framed body. It will split me in two.

Maddox is the smallest, but they’re all huge. He is a few inches shorter than the other two, but still tall and slender with tight, rigid muscles. Tattoos cover almost his entire body, starting at his neck and disappearing into the waistband of his boxers. He doesn’t appear to have any hair on him, his body smooth and sculpted.

He is ridiculously hot, in that “bad boy who will ruin your life” kind of way. The frantic energy rolling off of him should scare me, but it doesn’t. It makes me excited. Maddox is chaos incarnate. His cock is straining against his boxers as well. I can tell it’s not as big as Alek’s, but still, it scares me.

Royal is almost as tall as Alek, but he’s not as broad. His body is also muscular and covered in tattoos, though they seem to be more spaced out than Maddox’s. They also start at his neck and go down his tight, sculpted abs but stop just above his waistline.

I caught a glimpse of his back when I got onto the bed, and his biggest tattoo covers the whole thing. It's a large skull that starts at the top of his back and is shaded all the way down to his tight, round ass. It's hauntingly beautiful.

After a few moments of appraising each of their bodies, they finally move. Alek climbs onto the bed from the bottom while Maddox and Royal come around on either side. Alek is the first one to break the silence.

“Do you want this, Baby Girl? Do you want us to touch you?”

I’m a little stunned by his question. I thought that much was obvious. I nod my head eagerly before moving my hands to cover my face, embarrassment washing over me with how fast this is moving. We just fucking met a few hours ago, and now here I am, laying naked in bed willingly with all three of them, my pussy dripping onto the sheets with how much I want this.

I feel warm hands on my own, pulling them down from my face. “Don’t you dare hide from us,” Alek growls from his knees as he leans over me.

He lifts my chin to look into his golden-brown eyes. They have yellow and green specks floating in them. He has a way of making me feel safe with his warm, soul-piercing gaze.

“I need you to say the words.” His voice is dark and commanding, making me want to comply just to feel the flutters it provokes.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, smirking at him, suddenly feeling more confident than I was a few moments ago.

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