Page 15 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

“She’s so fucking drenched.”

Through the chaos in her mind, her pussy pulsed at the sound of the words that were delivered softly in a deep, rough voice.

Blood bellowed to the most sensitive part of her. She swelled with uncapped arousal, strummed by their erotic touch. She shook her head. Her eyes fluttered closed in utter embarrassment. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, punishment for her not being able to stop the catastrophic orgasm that shuttled through her, taking everything down in its wake, including her common sense.

“Fuck.”

She heard their expletives as if she were on another planet. Her pussy started to pulse all over again. She couldn’t help the moan that slipped from her mouth as Brent slid the cool dome of thebutt plug against her dripping folds until she heated the toy with her own essence, wondering if the glass would melt under the fire that burned inside her.

She shuddered as he teased her clit with the tip. She quaked as River and Cash spread aside her pussy lips so Brent could dip the plug inside her, pushing her boundaries as he coaxed her to spread herself open for him, but going mad with panic that it was too big to fit anywhere inside her.

She didn’t mean to come a second time. She absolutely fought against it, but her body betrayed her once more, leaving her rattled and completely undone.

She murmured incoherently as River and Cash wet their fingers with her juices and then painted the strictly forbidden rings of her bottom hole with it.

Her nails dug into her palms. She dropped her head in mortification. How was she still wet and getting wetter when they touched herthere?

What was wrong with her?

Her back arched as Brent pressed the tip of the dome to her asshole. He must have lowered himself because she could feel the warmth of his breath against her backside, still inflamed from their spanking.

She gasped in shock, turning blood red as Brent’s lips whispered against the dip between her ass cheeks, just above her hole where he had the plug poised, breaking just the first layer of her resistance.

She let out a startled breath, one that jolted her into another sphere as Brent’s saliva trickled down the valley between her butt and coated the plug. The eroticism of it all astonished her,and then he was pushing the toy into her. Slowly. Taking on her body’s natural defense and thrusting past it.

He was breaking her up, gradually, breath by breath. Tears dripped down her face; the incremental passage into the most forbidden part of her both burned with the impact of a raging fire and kept her tantalizingly and feverishly enthralled.

River took her clit between his fingers and squeezed, causing chaos in her blood flow, and Cash dipped his finger between her folds, just a little past her entrance, making her feel full, too full.

Brent pushed in a little deeper, then deeper still, slapping her ass when she clenched too tightly. He stretched her, and her panic flared all over again. River started to roll her clit between his fingers. Cash slid his finger in and out of her.

Dear god, what were they doing to her? Her body grew still, then a powerful, violent orgasm rushed through her the same instant that Brent seated the plug completely inside her. She came again as he played with it, twisting it around inside her, pulling it out, and then popping it back into her.

“Oh god. Oh god,” she cried, falling into another tumultuous abyss where pain and pleasure collided.

“Just breathe,” Cash soothed her, coming to stand in front of her now. River cupped her pulsing pussy as Brent pulled the plug from her ass.

“Look at me and breathe.” Cash stroked her cheek, rubbing her lip with his thumb, and she could smell herself on his fingers.

“Good girl,” Cash murmured.

Air staggered from between her lips with harsh, chaotic pants, and then eventually slowed as reality returned.

Brent pulled her soaking wet panties back in place as River and Cash untied her from the spanking bench.

“Come on,” River said, holding her arm to keep her steady as they made their way out of her glass cage and out of the arena.

What had they done? What had just happened between them?

But the arena was empty because, yes, she’d forgotten all about their audience. She’d been too busy orgasming to think about them.

Did the Bratva club owner and his guards leave already? Thank goodness she didn’t have to face anyone; she would have died.

But her gratitude was short-lived.

Chapter Twelve

Orchid

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