Page 21 of Snowed in with the Billionaires

My blood roars through my veins when he divests her of the bed cover. Her body is utter perfection. Silky smooth skin that gleams with health, curves that make my hands clench into fists to stop myself from reaching for her. Fuck.

Her breasts are a handful each, her nipples like two gemstones; my mouth waters to suck on. Her waist is slim, her stomach flat, but the flare of her hips makes my dick harder.

My gaze darkens as I watch Kaiser carry her effortlessly across the room and position herself over the device so that she saddles it, her pussy flush against the ripped silicon attachment in the center of the saddle.

She gasps as her folds part around the small nub of the attachment. Her reaction to their touch convinced Ren and Kaiser of her virginity. I can see that now as well.

Pure shock spools from her eyes. She’s frantic, begging, promising us she’s a nobody, that we should just let her go.

Her attempts to unseat herself from the toy become useless when Ren and Kaiser bind her wrists and ankles to the bench.

Ren and Kaiser come to stand on either side of me. We’re silenced by the vision before us. Her rage, like wildfire, seems to consume her with furious heat. Her hair has come undone; layers of silk now fall all around her shoulders. Her breasts heave with every ragged breath she takes, showcasing her swollen and delectable nipples. And as she straddles the sex toy, the scent of her makes us want to brand her with our cum.

She better start telling us the truth.

“Please,” she begs, steadying her voice, trying to remain calm. “Untie me and I’ll tell you the truth.”

“You had your chance,” I say and make a great show of looking at the remote in my hand. Surely, she must know what we’re going to do to her now.

I press a button, the lowest setting. She bucks wildly as the saddle vibrates, the tiny dome nestled in the center of her pussy twirls, and the silicon fibers brushing against her pretty cunt bristle with tiny, tiny electrical shocks.

She holds herself rigid. Clenched so tight, she doesn’t even breathe. We can’t have that. I turn up the setting to the next level. Watching her control disintegrate, her body give in to what she thinks is madness between her thighs while her mind begs her for self-preservation, is the most beautiful fucking thing we’ve ever seen. Her cries, whispers, and baby growls are divine.

I stop myself from licking my lips. I don’t want to imagine what she tastes like. I don’t want to know what my cock will feel like inside her while we share her. Until I know who she truly is.

“Is that all you got—” she whispers hoarsely. I expected her to break a little more easily. But she will.

She shakes her head, warring with herself, but it’s a losing battle.

“Please, please, please,” she sobs now, but it means nothing. Shame coats her features as her body betrays her and she comes, her limbs shaking violently, her back soaked with perspiration. I don’t give her a reprieve. I don’t turn down the speed.

I close the distance between us, lower myself, thread my hand into her hair so it’s away from her face, and stare into the angry dark golden pools of her eyes.

“Who are you? Start from the beginning.”

“My name is Madisyn Cohen. I’m a thief.”

She’s still spasming through her climax when I jump up to another level. This time she comes so hard, her juices spill over the sides of the leather saddle.

“Oh god, please, stop. Please. I’ll tell you everything. Please.” I switch off the toy. My hand tightens in her hair.

“My name is Madisyn Cohen. My father was an accountant for a mob boss. I grew up in the compound. When I was thirteen, my father tried to escape with me but failed. His punishment was imprisonment on the compound for ten years. And I was sentenced to be trained as a thief. When I reached the age of twenty-three, the mob boss promised he would release us. He changed his mind and said unless I do a big job for him, only then would he let us go.”

“What was the job?” Kaiser asks with a rare serious tone in his voice.

“I...” She hangs her head. “I told him I could get the code to the DKM vault. I was working as a server at a party you were at, and I overheard you saying something about Snow Rock. My friend works for a lab and could get me sleeping gas and truth serum. I had no intention of hurting you.”

“You were going to put us to sleep, tie us up, and then inject us with the truth serum to loosen our tongues?” I ask.

“Yes. That’s all I wanted to do.”

The vault? I almost snicker. Thousands of men, deadlier, certainly fucking uglier, before her have tried to break into our vault. Rumor has it the shrine of steel contains jewels, art, and treasure from eons ago worth almost a billion dollars.

Yes, the vault exists. The Emperor of Japan gifted it to us. As an acknowledgment and gratitude for saving his family’s lives. Refusing the gift would have been insulting to the emperor, so now we have a vault in our possession.

“I made a mistake,” she whispers. “I was desperate. Please, just let me go. Please.”

“Why did Tina think you were our girlfriend?” Ren asks.

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