Page 14 of Rage

I shuddered as Daniel traced his lips across my collarbone, making me wish I’d worn more than a light camisole and jeans to run this errand. Thank God for the dark. He wouldn’t be able to see the taut buds of my nipples straining against my tank top, desperate for his touch.

“I missed you,” he breathed against my skin.

“I didn’t miss you one fucking day,” I shot back, years of hurt and betrayal worming their way back to the surface of my heart from where I’d buried them. “Traitor.”

Callused fingers stroked up my shoulder. I breathed the scent of their owner in, citrus and leather, as his lips brushed over mine, memories of our last coupling crashing through me.

“Akinade,” I gasped, and his tongue slipped between my lips, swallowing the sound of his name as the kiss turned urgent. He plundered my mouth, possessing me, claiming me, as if making up for the years we’d spent apart.

“Who betrayed whom, love?” he breathed into my lips, his Nigerian accent somehow stronger than it was when we were younger.

“I’m the one who spent two years in that shithole,” I bit out, trying not to moan and arch my back as one of the men palmed my breast, kneading it through my shirt, pleasure shooting straight to my clit.

Hands roughly stroked my bare arms behind me, my shoulders, my collarbone, pressing me closer in front and behind, fanning the flames of my need. This was a terrible fucking idea.

“And then you left,” Akinade answered, “Without a goddamned word.”

Was he angry because I’d returned to the States, or was he angry because I hadn’t shared the spoils of our theft, the spoils that had landed me in an Irish prison for two years?

The worst part about all of this? I missed them too. My body remembered everything about their lovemaking, how Daniel loved me trussed up and bound, unable to struggle, unable to fight back, forced to take whatever he gave me, and how Akinade loved a bite of pain with his fucking, both giving and receiving. I bit back a moan as I imagined both of them working me over together.

“That’s it, baby,” Akinade breathed against my lips when I relaxed, my body softening, despite the firm hold that the third man had on my throat.

Daniel breathed against my ear. “Keri, I want you to meet Elias.”

Elias grunted, then bore down on my shoulders until I was on my knees, the tile of the floor cool and hard under my bare skin.

“Elias likes his partners to submit,” Daniel breathed in my ear, kneeling behind me, his fingers dancing around the band of bare skin at my stomach.

“And if I don’t?”

“We push you right back out that door for the bad guys to find.”

My stomach dropped.Would he really?

He leaned into me, running his nose up the side of my face. “Bound and naked,” he added.

Daniel never made a threat he didn’t intend to carry out.

“Why don’t we all just sit here quietly and wait for the furor to die down?” I counter-offered.

Elias grunted from behind me. “We’ve got at least an hour. I can think of better ways to fill the time.”

Chapter 2

Angry tears filled my eyes. Of course he could.Fuck men. Fuck Daniel. Fuck Akinade.And fuck my soaked panties and out-of-control libido that couldn’t seem to forget just how fucking good it could be with the two of them together.

The sound of pants unzipping brought me back to the present. The men surrounding me shuffled in the dark, and I could no longer tell who stood where, only that heat radiated off the body before me, and the musky smell of his need, his cock, permeated the air.

“Suck,” Daniel’s voice instructed from beside me. It wasn’t him, then. I leaned forward, and my nose slid down the hot velvet of someone’s cock. Tears running down my face, humiliated and needy, I stuck out my tongue, swiping up the bead of pre-cum on the tip.

The cock’s owner inhaled sharply, their exhale ragged in the silent darkness. I held in the whimper of misery that threatened to escape and wrapped my lips around him, trying to balance my need to lean forward with the fact that my hands were still bound behind me.

Hands reached around me from behind and cupped my breasts, holding me steady and tweaking my nipples, sending currents of need careening through me. I bobbed my head and took more of the cock in my mouth, swirling around it with my tongue, giving into the humiliation.

Strong fingers cupped my cheek, tangled in my ponytail, guiding me up and down as I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks. Soon, he ripped control from me, holding my face still at the perfect angle while he fucked my mouth, plunging in and out, heedless of whether I gagged or whether I could breathe.

Akinade’s voice whispered in my ear. “God, I’d forgotten what a slut you were for cock, Keri.” A choked sob escaped me as I struggled to breathe around the thick heat that pounded in and out of me. “The sounds you make as Elias fucks your mouth are so fucking hot,” Akinade continued, the knowledge that I was blowing a complete stranger both horrifying and arousing.

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