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He leans in and uses that wicked tongue of his to trace a line from the center of my chest to the end of my throat.

“Let me hear you say that you don’t miss my devilish tongue dipping into your belly button and that hot fucking mouth of yours as I devoured every fucking inch of you, and gave you the best orgasms of your life.” He looks me deep in the eyes, searching for the lie he knows I won’t tell.

“I miss itall.” I whisper as he picks me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his tight waist. He carries me to the bed and drops me down.

“I’m so fucking glad to hear you say that.” He growls. “But you’ve been a bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls that only do what they want and don’t think about others?” He asks, and my pussy pulses at the thought of what he will do. “I see excitement behind that mask, dirty girl, and make no mistake, I’m gonna give you what you deserve. First, let’s bring my brother in here.” Brother? No way can that be his brother.

My thoughts are lost the moment he snaps cuffs around my wrists, securing me to the bed. Being handcuffed like this is bringing back memories of the past. A past that won’t let me escape it, but I don’t think I would if I could.

“Spade, get your ass in here…Now!” He shouts.

A minute later, Mr. Grumpy Pants walks in with a smug smile on his masked face, and I can’t help but return the smile to him. “Grab a pair of cuffs out of my top drawer and pull up a chair, would ya?”

It only takes him a moment to do what Ace says, but his eyes are trained on me the entire time. Clearly, he knows his way around this room.

Looking around said room, I notice it’s quite spacious and doesn’t look familiar at all. I want to check out the room more, but I’m interrupted by the ruckus they started between them.

“Stop looking at my girl until I say you can.” Ace says, and Grumpy Pants quickly averts his eyes. “That’s better. Now, do you want to fuck her?” That’s very bold of him to ask, I mean… Wow!

Grumpy pants just shrugs his shoulders and nods his head.

“Use your words, Spade.”

“Yes.” He growls. Bloody hell, I need to hear his voice more often, preferably when he’s mad.

“Good, I may allow you to but only if she wants it. But first, you’re going to watch as I fuck her pussy like I haven’t had any in three years.” He clicks his tongue, and says, “That’s right, I haven’t.” Now, he’s laughing at his own joke, but Spade, I like Mr. Grumpy Pants better, isn’t smiling. He’s shaking his head, no. “That is your punishment.” He says, walking over to him and securing his cuffs to the chair.

No matter how bad I want to object, I can’t bring myself to do it. If this man asked me to jump off a bridge with him… I’d grab his hand and do it without question.

So when he stalks over to me, leans down to make sure my mask is still on tight, he starts his show, I lie still and take whatever he’s about to give to me.

Chapter Eight

Wells

ThemomentIlaideyes on her in the crowd, I knew I wanted her for myself tonight. Wyck raved on and on about the night they shared but never giving away too many details, and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

He gave me a direct order, and I didn’t follow it. It’s because of the way she moved and the outfit she had on. I’d recognize it anywhere from the way Wyck described it.

He said he would kill any man that looked at her like they wanted to fuck her. It’s a good thing he couldn’t see the way I was looking at her, because that was my very intention. I wanted to fuck her.

Tasting her as I made her come multiple times gave me a high I didn’t want to come down from, and now I know what he meant. Fucking her will be a bonus, but only if she wants it, according to Wyck. I stifle a goan, because I’ll follow his order, no matter what. From the looks they are sharing, she will do whatever he says.

This should anger me, make me want to hurt him and punish her, but I can’t. Wyck is my brother, and I’d pick him over any girl, any day. So, when he snaps those cuffs into place and forces me to watch him fuck her until they’ve both had their fill, I let him.

That is my punishment. To listen to her moans of pleasure… For him. To watch the enjoyment on her face ashegets to taste her sweet nectar. I close my eyes, inhale and recall only moments ago when I was the one doing just that to her. I lick my lips, still tasting her sweetness there. It’s pure euphoria. Tastes like honey and sunshine burst on my tongue and exploded inside my mouth. It’s a taste I will crave and know that only she can give it to me.

“Ace.” She moans the name we use when we entertain women during these parties. When I fuck a woman, I want her yellingmyname out so loud, that it can be heard in Heaven. I open my eyes and watch as he devours her pussy like a starving man. The cuffs don’t allow her to do much of anything but take it.

Restraints are fun when torturing someone, watching them squirm and try to get away from the pain you will inflict on them next. Ahhh, I love it when they scream for me.

I look down at the front of my pants and see that I’m as hard as a rock. I’m not sure if it was from the thought of torturing someone or watching Wyck and his girl in action. No matter, given the chance, I will fuck her, and Wyck can either watch or join me as we bring her to heights unknown to her.

“Look at him.” I feel her heated gaze staring back at me as she listens to him, causing my eyes to slowly open. “Do you want to fuck him?” He growls. “Answer, honestly.” She’s stuck in between a rock and a hard place while she considers her answer.

As her gaze burns a hole in my chest, I hold my breath and wait for her answer. Time stands still as he studies her, she studies me, and I just… Exist.

“Yes.” She whispers, letting her gaze penetrate my hard exterior and settles itself near my heart. Then and only then, do I release the breath I was holding, waiting for her to answer.

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