Page 33 of Wicked Games of Desire

“Thank you.” The words leave my lips before I can stop them. “No one has ever stood up for me like that before.” I blink back at him from under long dark lashes, so many unsaid words swirling in the air between us.

His hands skate down my arms, a trail of goosebumps following where he’s touched me.

My chin rises. “How would you like me to apologize to you, big guy?” I raise an eyebrow, attempting to diffuse the intense atmosphere before it becomes too heated.

And if it’s possible, his gaze grows more intense. Fierier. I know exactly what he wants, and I’m not sure if I could stop this train from derailing now, even if I wanted to. His other hand dusts along the bottom of my shorts. This is the worst idea I’ve ever had, but I know exactly what I’m doing, and I’m not stopping for anyone. The temptation is irresistible. His fingers slip up higher, grabbing ahandful of my ass and palming it roughly. The look on his face is one of pure satisfaction, like he’s been waiting for just the right time to grope me.

I gasp in shock at how his rough touch turns me on. Maddox is a guy who knows exactly what he wants. I see the determination written all over him, and right now he has me in his sights. “Fuck, Maddox. Kiss me.” My voice is barely audible as I whisper, all rational reasoning to stay the hell away from this guy going out the door.

Our lips meet, and it’s just like I imagined, rough and frantic, Maddox taking everything he wants from me, leaving me breathless and panting, desperate for more. Pulling back, he keeps his eyes locked on mine like he’s searching for something. Checking in with me to see that this is okay. His lips claim mine in a bruising assault, his tongue forcing its way inside my mouth.

Exploring over my panties, he shows me exactly what he wants, teasing me and toying with my clit before slipping a finger under my panties and right into my warm wet center. It’s embarrassing how soaking wet I am for him.

His groan of approval vibrates through our kiss and eases my mind.

As he shoves another thick finger inside me, my eyes roll back in pleasure. His lips drop down my neck, kissing the spot where he marked me with his fingers just a couple of days ago. The man is a cold-hearted asshole, but he has me all twisted up inside as well. I push my chest closer into him, and I get the desired attention I was craving when his hand finds my tits, palming them crudely.

There’s a noise from behind us, a laptop being placed on the stone countertop, and I glance back to see Ricky. “Don’t stop on my account. This is fucking hot.” He smirks with a playful expression.

Maddox releases his grip on my tits but leaves his fingers inside of me. “She wants to apologize for trying to kill us.” A menacingsmirk crosses his lips, inviting Ricky to come play. My insides clench deliciously at the thought of the both of them together.

“I…” I am left speechless, my gaze shifting rapidly between Ricky and Maddox, not sure what to think.

Ricky moves in closer to us. “There are so many ways you can make it up to us, baby doll.” He takes my hand, lacing his fingers with mine, and I look at him with so much desire. I hate my body for betraying me the way it is, but I can’t deny the pull I have to him. To either of them. He yanks me in for a kiss.

Right as Maddox adds a third digit, and I moan into Ricky’s mouth greedily.

“How about you be a good girl and cum all over Maddox’s hand,” Ricky tells me, a gleam of trouble in his eyes. He’s so fucking turned on by walking in on us like this.

I suck in a breath at his dirty words. Maddox steals a kiss, his tongue penetrating my mouth and distracting me from whatever protests I might have been about to make. When I pull back, he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I gasp as he sucks my bottom lip softly, a hint of a smile finding its way into his eyes. He’s one fucked-up human. And I’m not sure what that makes me, because right now, I’m more turned on than I ever have been.

Ricky’s hand makes its way under my shirt, running his hands over my bare tits, and I greedily press my body into him, looking for more.

Maddox works his fingers in and out of me, slowly torturing me as his head drops to my neck again, placing kisses down my clavicle. Ricky removes my shirt and discards it on the kitchen counter then takes one of my nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. The sensation of both men working my body at once sends my sensors into overdrive. Delicious shivers run over my body as my fingers lace into his hair.

Maddox removes my shorts and shoves them down just enough so that he can get his fingers back inside of me. Using his thumb to toy with my clit, he shoves two thick fingers back into my core. My hips rise off the counter to meet his thrusts.

My breathy moans vibrate off the kitchen cabinets, somehow egging him on as he pumps his fingers more aggressively, adding a third, stretching me. I ride his hand shamelessly, feeling my orgasm building. Between the sucking and finger-fucking, it’s got me so close to tumbling over the edge.

Ricky’s mouth leaves my tit with a pop, and he smirks up at me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show us just how sorry you are, cum all over Maddox’s fingers, and I’ll clean you up,” he encourages me, turning my insides to liquid. Fuck, this is hot.

A wave of euphoria washes over me as I cum spectacularly, writhing over Maddox’s fingers right until the last of the waves stops crashing over me. Ricky kisses me the entire time, stealing my cries.

Maddox doesn’t stop until I’m a panting, boneless mess. He slides his fingers out, covered in my juices, and I watch through heavy eyelids as he licks his fingers clean.

Ricky doesn’t skip a beat. He has my shorts and panties off and his face buried in between my legs, licking me up in a matter of seconds.

Maddox kisses me more sweetly this time. He tastes of me, and the thought turns me on even more. I soften into him, a euphoric haze of a woman thoroughly pleasured taking over me. If this is how I apologize, I will have to shoot at the two of them more often.

When Ricky eventually pulls back, he’s licking his lips clean, with the filthiest smirk on his face. Something passes between the boys, a silent message. Hopefully of more to come. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to take both of them at the same time. The idea gives me tingles.

With a loud crash, the front door swings open, and Alessandro’s voice is faintly heard as he speaks on his cellphone. He has returned home from the dealership.

“Oh, shit.” It’s like a bucket of cold water crashes over me, snapping me back to reality, and I can feel a deep crimson flush rising over my cheeks and chest. As much as I want to piss Alessandro off and prove to him he doesn’t own me, I also don’t want to deal with his shitty fucking mood swings right now. And walking in on this will no doubt send him over the edge.

Ricky bursts into laughter as he throws my shirt back over my head. How does he think this is funny? Maddox is more helpful in pulling my shorts back on for me, but there is a cunning gleam in his eyes as he pockets my panties. I’m out of time to stand around arguing with him to give them back. I’d like to leave before the big bad wolf shows up and ruins my good mood.

“This isn’t funny.” I slap Ricky playfully on my way past. “I’m going for a shower,” I say over my shoulder, kind of wishing they could join me. That was getting fun. I am completely baffled by what just happened or what possessed me to give in to Maddox in the first place. Mostly I can’t stand the man, but my body was desperate for him. And when Ricky offered to join us… Oh, my God, what the hell. I’m horrified and addicted at the same time. And something tells me that was just the start.

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