Page 14 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

“We had a plan,” she cried, sobbing, quivering, on fire, but still furiously mad at them as she desperately tried to stop their onslaught on her body.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked. “You were supposed to only pretend you were spanking me.” She whispered frantically.

“He would have known we were just pretending, Orchid,” Brent said softly behind her. “We have to make it believable.”

Oh god.

She whipped her head in the direction where she’d seen the club owner and his posse before, but the area around them was darkened as if someone had turned off a light outside of the glass cage. But just because she couldn’t see them didn’t mean they couldn’t see her.

She didn’t know if it was a reprieve or not or—

But then the cycle began again. First Brent, then River, and then Cash. They unleashed a storm of fire on her poor bottom, their hands so big, they were able to cover so much of her butt. Themore they spanked her, the heavier her panties became, with all her wetness soaked into the fabric.

“Oh my god. You don’t have to spank me so hard, mother fudgers,” she cried as the thought that they were enjoying her discomfort a little too much surfaced in her mind.

The charlatans.

“Shh, Orchid,” River said, coming to face her as Brent and Cash continued to rain a series of scalding swats on her ass. “You don’t want Yasneyev Sergey to tell us to start again, do you?”

Oh, god, no. She couldn’t do this again.

“No,” she squeaked. She wanted it to end. Right now. Before they noticed how wet she was, how close she was to exploding into an unsolicited orgasm.

“Good. Now, just let us do our part, all right?” River stroked her cheek.

“Okay,” she nodded, trusting him wholeheartedly. He gave her a smile so sexy that, despite the turmoil between her legs, she managed to sigh in response.

Except when her gaze followed Brent, and she saw in his hand what he’d collected from a glass cabinet filled with toys.

Sex toys, to be precise.

Chapter Eleven

Orchid

Orchid ramped up her attempts to be freed from the bench tenfold. The only thing more insane than what Brent held in his hand was how her treacherous body reacted.

Her pulse quickened so extensively that every part of her vibrated. Her heart seemed to want to fly out of her chest. Her nipples couldn’t take it anymore, and she so desperately needed to press her thighs together to quell the never-ending, mind-altering need in her clit to be touched.

By them.

She shook her head, words failing her completely.

“It’ll speed up the process,” Brent said matter-of-factly, with such matter-of-factness she wanted to throw the bench, with her still strapped in it, at him.

It was easy for him to say that when they weren’t the ones who had had their asses spanked to within an inch of an orgasm and now looked to be facing the business end of a glass butt plug.

“It’s going to kill me,” she cried in horror. What was wrong with them?

“It’s a little one. Have a little faith. We’ll make it fit,” Cash said, but with an unconvincing look on his face.

“Are you nuts?” she yelled, uncaring about their audience and whether they could hear or not. “Are you seriously—”

They ignored her tantrum and moved back behind her.

“Wait—” she hissed, and then simultaneously died and came alive in one go.

Big, rough, calloused hands moved aside her panties and touched her pussy. Heat detonated through her like a nuclear blast. She didn’t need to see behind her to know that it was Cash who stroked her clit with his thumb. That it was Brent who ran his knuckle down the insides of one of her labia. That it was River who rubbed the lip of the other side of her labia between his fingers.

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