Page 64 of Pay the Price

“Did I tell you to stop teasing that clit, princess?” Jace barked.

I realized I’d stopped moving my hand. I was on pleasure overload, my brain misfiring as it tried to cope with the onslaught of ecstasy.

I touched myself again and flinched, sensitive now that I was on the verge of coming.

Otis spread my ass cheeks, opening me wide, and drove into me harder.

“Okay if I come in your mouth, sunshine?” Wolf asked.

“Uh-huh.” It came out garbled but I thought it was pretty clear I was down, and the question, combined with Otis’ savage thrusts into my pussy and my own manipulation of my clit, tipped me over the edge.

It wasn’t a gradual fall. More like being pushed out of a plane with no parachute, dropping hard and fast, the ground rising up to meet me as I made unintelligible sounds, Wolf grunting as his hot semen filled my mouth.

Otis slammed harder and faster into me while Jace grunted, coming in a streak of white that hit my cheek, his gaze fixated onmy face while he let out a string of curse words and dirty names for me that only made me come harder.

The same words filled my own mind, another reason to be glad Wolf’s dick filled my mouth, because saying all the things I was thinking out loud while all three of the men who’d killed Blake fucked me to within an inch of my life would be the final nail in the coffin of my old life.

The old me.

Because the truth was, I wanted them all.

I wanted them everywhere.

When I finally stopped coming, I went limp all at once. Wolf slid his dick out of my mouth and I collapsed onto the booth, the pink vinyl cool against my face.

Otis slid out of me and I was pulled up onto the booth and nestled between them, their arms slung protectively around me.

I looked up at Wolf and he bent to kiss me. “Damn,” he said against my lips. He smiled and looked down at me with a shake of his head. “Just… damn.”

But when I turned to look at Otis, his arms around me on the other side, I saw that it wasn’t Otis at all, but Jace.

His expression was stone cold as he pulled me tighter against him. “Don’t say anything.”

I didn’t.

Chapter 39

Jace

She was asleep by the time we got back to Blackwell Falls. And no wonder. It had been a long night filled with new experiences for her.

The multiple orgasms probably hadn’t hurt either.

I would have to call Wells and make an appointment for another piercing. If jacking off to Daisy over the security cam counted as a slip-up, jacking off two feet away while Otis fucked her and she blew Wolf definitely counted.

The piercing would be worth it. Because fuck me. Watching Daisy take Otis’ dick from behind while she played with her clit, while she took Wolf’s cock in her mouth, was next-level porn.

I looked across the back of the limo at Daisy, her head in Wolf’s lap as the driver turned up the road leading to the house. There were no streetlights, but I could make out her delicate features, relaxed in sleep. Her lips were parted, makeup smudged, and her dress was riding up her thighs, giving me a glimpse of her ass, barely covered by the bodysuit I’d chosen for the Velvet Rope.

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I could never get closer to her than I’d gotten tonight.

I didn’t know what the information I’d found at the Velvet Rope meant, but I had a feeling it tied into how Charles Hammond was moving girls, where he was taking them.

And we needed to figure it out fast because my resolve not to touch Daisy was crumbling like a rotting seawall in a hurricane.

I’d already come close to fucking her when I’d found her in the hall, T-shirt plastered to her tits and stomach, her cunt visible under pale panties made see-through by the water from her shower.

That had been a mistake. One I couldn’t repeat.

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