Page 32 of Fatal Attraction

“Yes, Sir,” Phoenix replied in a throaty growl, his fingers slipping in and hooking against my sweet spot.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Phoenix inserted a third finger, stretching me.

His mouth met my clit again, ravishing it.

Fuck, I was so close, I was about to burst.

Spike must have sensed it too, because a whine of protest poured out of me when Phoenix halted his onslaught at Spike’s bullshit command.

“Asshole!”

“What was that?” Spike demanded, head cocked, while Phoenix grinned wickedly between my legs.

I swallowed.

Uh oh.

“On your knees.Now.” That dark and dangerous look on his face sent chills of anticipation cording down my spine.

“Or what?” I playfully challenged, beyond eager for his response.

A look at Phoenix was all it took and before I knew it, I was in the middle of my bed, kneeling. Phoenix locked my arms behind my back and firmly held my wrists in place. My pussy throbbed her approval when Spike veered back to his clothes and retrieved a set of cuffs.

“You know what to do.”

Like a good little boy, Phoenix took the cold, metal clamps and secured them around my wrists, forbidding me to move.

Spike advanced closer to me, cock stiff and ready, and traced it along my lips, the metal from his Jacob’s ladder glinting in the small beam of sunlight casting through the mesh curtains hanging above the window. My tongue flicked out and slithered along his shaft, his ladder, earning me a pleasurable hiss as Spike’s head tipped back in pure ecstasy. Phoenix’s knees nudged against my thighs, spreading them wider while his hands lightly pushed against my lower back, slightly tilting me forward.

He impaled me from behind, my cry muffled by Spike’s cock ramming down my throat. I gagged a little at the sudden intrusion, the fullness in my throat, and thankfully, Spike pulled back to give me some air.

But only for a second.

He snatched up a bundle of my dark locks and then proceeded to drill deep into my throat until there was a stream of tears flooding my cheeks.

I cried out against his velvety length, unable to breathe or keep my balance with my hands pinned and Phoenix jostling me with his brutal thrusts. Spike’s speed faltered after a moment, matching perfectly with Phoenix’s pace, eachsnapfrom his hips harder than the last. My body burned from the fire building in my core.

Air. I needed air.

And then I came undone.

One hard, final thrust from Phoenix had my orgasm rushing out of me like a broken dam.

Spike released me, smiling in awe as I sat up straight and heaved in deep, greedy breaths, my cheeks red and damp. His rough, strong fingers tightened around my jaw, and I hadn’t realized Phoenix had slipped out of me until Spike turned my head to where he was laying down, groaning softly as he jerked himself.

“Ride him.”

I glanced over my shoulder at my bound hands, then back at Spike, my brows crumpled. “With the cuffs on?”

He nodded, that sexy smile spreading to a naughty grin. “Just trust me.”

Something wicked gleamed in his green eyes, and it didn’t take me long to figure it out once I was seated on Phoenix’s cock with his guidance and Spike’s hand pushed me forward until my head rested on Phoenix’s chest.

No, no no!

“Spike,” I began to cry.

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