Page 14 of Snowed in with the Billionaires

Chapter Nine

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Madisyn

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Dear god.

I bit my lip, willing myself to cool down so they can’t feel the heat bursting from between my parted legs.

But no. I only get hotter. Wetter. What is even wrong with me?

I push their hands away, but Kaiser bites the side of my neck so hard tears spring to my eyes. Ren reaches his arm around me and covers my mouth with his large hand, silencing me while Kaiser drags his knuckle down my soaked pussy.

The touch is so foreign, so salacious, so intimate. My head jerks toward him, distinct shock and terror blurring my vision. Ren drops his hand from my mouth. I only catch Kaiser’s side profile, the jut of his incredible jaw. He looks straight ahead, unperturbed, as if he’s transfixed with what is on the screen ahead.

He uses his index finger and thumb to stroke my labia. And only then does he slowly turn to look at me. My eyes are as big as planets. He’s touching me there. No man has ever had the audacity to touch me there.

Before I can comprehend, or blink, or even breathe, Ren’s hand inches closer. My head swivels in his direction. Did they have to be so insanely gorgeous? It wasn’t fair. Double the amount of shock spreads over my face now. Ren does the same thing Kaiser did. He lazily turns my way. The pad of his middle finger brushes over my clit the same instant his eyes pull me under, imprisoning me.

He uses the index finger of his other hand and places it over his lips to silence me. Kaiser plays with my labia, parting my folds, dipping into the pool of wetness at the entrance of my pussy. Ren presses his finger more firmly against my clit, stroking harder. I slap my hand over my mouth so hard I could have knocked myself out.

My stomach drops. Blood runs chaotically through my veins. I’m going to pass out. I’m going to come. For no reason at all, my gaze darts to Tristan. The scene on the television flickers from dark to light and highlights his features for me. He knows what his friends, his business partners, and his fellow psychopaths are doing to me. He knows everything that is happening beneath the blanket over our laps.

I’ve never fought a more conflicting battle in my life before. I’m grateful that the cashmere throw is thick enough that no one knows what they’re doing to me beneath it. I would die from embarrassment.

Strangled whimpers muffle against my hand, covering my mouth. I turn a violent red when Tristan turns up the volume on the television.

At once, I’m brought to my senses. I have to fight them. Did I stay in place because Kaiser threatened to spank me? I’d like to see him try.Also, I was stunned at their boldness for touching me, which explains my inaction. I refuse to fall for their dirty games again.

With renewed vigor, I push at their hands and struggle to close my legs.

“Behave. You don’t want to draw anyone’s attention, do you?” Ren says with a grin, but it sounds more like a dare.

“They’ll know what we’re doing to you under this blanket, kitten, and we won’t deny it,” Kaiser adds with a wicked smile on his stupidly handsome face.

“You’re insane,” I hiss during a loud scene of bombs exploding on the screen. “If you think I’m going to—”

My words are cut off as Kaiser pulls my leg, spreading my thighs even wider. He ever so slightly deepens his hold inside my soaked folds. It’s only his finger, but I feel as if I’ve been fully penetrated. How can this be getting me wetter?

Ren increases the pressure and the speed of his strokes on my clit, sensitizing my bead. I’m trembling all over. My pussy swells. My stomach contracts. My lip is going to burst open if I bite it any harder.

They’re merciless. I scratch their hands, try to squirm away, forcing my body not to give in to them. But I’m not strong enough. Ren is covering my mouth again as my breathing gets more erratic, my pants so loud they seem to shatter my eardrums. Please, god, don’t let me come.

It’s too late.

An orgasm plunges me into a dark, erotic abyss. I explode in their hands, shuddering, shaking, and streaming with wetness. Tristan hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

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