Page 72 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

“Put me down!” I shriek, pounding on his back.

“Behave or else I swear I will spank your ass red,” he growls.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I’m just waiting for you to give me a reason to,” he says, carrying me back to the bed. “You’re staying put until we figure this out.”

I thrash in his arms, kicking and screaming until he finally throws himself down onto me, pressing me into the mattress, laying between my legs as though it’s his place to be.

“Jesus, woman,” he exhales. “You don’t know the shit storm you’re inviting.”

Up close, I realize just how out of breath I am. My chest heaving in his face, my eyes wide.

“Be rational,” Vance says, pinning my wrists over my head. “Think. You’re all worked up over this. We get it.”

Their scents engulf me, a heady mix of leather and sandalwood. My heart pounds in my ears, my body betraying me yet again.

I take a deep shuddering breath, my chest pressing against Tank’s, Vance hands around my wrists. Having them both on me, touching me, it’s all too much. Heat pools between my legs.

Damn it!I scream internally.

My eyes widen as I take in the sight of both men hovering over me, their strong and masculine bodies pressing down on me, almost like they are trying to protect me. They both have intense gazes, watching me closely as I struggle under their hold. Tank's muscular arms are holding me down while Vance's piercing gray eyes seem to be searching for something in mine.

“Let me up,” I manage through gritted teeth.

“Not until you calm down,” Tank says in a firm, yet soothing voice.

Adrenaline and desire course through me. One of Tank’s knees presses between my legs as he pins me down, his smirk widening into a hungry grin.

They know desire is building within me.

"You like it when we're in control, Izzy," Vance whispers against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I gulp, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath their heated stares.

“What's it gonna take to calm you down?” Tank asks, his voice a low growl in my ear. “You wanna scream at us?”

“We can always gag you,” Vance offers in a low voice, his eyes darkening. Unconsciously, my hips rise to press against Tanks. I move a bit beneath him, though it’s no longer in an act of desperation to escape either of them.

“You think she wants to fight some more?” Tank’s lips brush my earlobe.

Vance's eyes never leave mine, filling with hunger as he watches our exchange. “Something else to focus on, maybe?”

“I think you might be right,” Tank says with a smirk.

Without any warning, he slides a finger between my legs. I gasp as he expertly finds that sensitive spot, circling it leisurely over my jeans. I arch my back, pressing against his touch. He undoes the button, tugging them down.

Each one of my breaths quickens as my face reddens and every one of my nerves is electric. I might just get swallowed up right here in this room and never come back.

Tanks fingers push past my underwear to my bare pussy.

“Damn, you're wet for us,” he groans.

He leans in, his lips brushing mine. Our mouths collide, and fireworks explode within me. Vance’s hands are still pinned on my wrists, keeping me down on the bed, holding me there so Tank can have his way.

“Though you’ve been rather naughty, so I don’t know if I should reward you,” Tank says.

“Wait,” I stammer, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me for my intense desire for both of them. I quickly compose myself and swallow, feeling a rush of boldness overcome me. “Vance will want me if you don’t.”

"It doesn't matter who gives it to you, love. We are all sharing you. You belong to all of us," Tank replies, pulling down his jeans to reveal his thick cock. And in that moment, I realize how much I have missed having him inside of me. He pulls down my jeans and thong, exposing my wet opening as he presses his pre-cum covered cock against it.

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