Page 7 of Freestyle
“Well, baby girl, we’re about to change that,” Gray says, his voice low and commanding as he presses me forward until our chests are touching. I can feel his heart racing, mirroring my own.
“Turn around,” he demands, each word dripping with authority.
“Are you serious right now?” I scoff, crossing my arms defiantly even as butterflies swarm in my stomach. Whole new sensations awaken with just the thought of what is about to unfold. Nix steps closer, his hard length brushing against me, igniting every nerve.
“Like a heart attack,” Nix chimes in. The heat radiating from him is intoxicating.
“Is this supposed to be sexy?” I shoot back, my bravado faltering as Gray presses me against the wall, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.
“Don’t move those hands,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. I nod, my heart racing as I cautiously surrender to the thrill of being at their mercy.
“Nix, do you want to do the honors?” Gray’s request is directed with a challenging undertone.
“Gladly.” Nix’s voice drips with eagerness as he pulls my dress up, exposing my ass to the cool air.
“Fuck, it’s as perfect as I thought.” His groan reverberates through the room as he rubs my cheeks possessively. The next instant, my underwear is in tatters at my feet.
“What the–”
Then—I gasp—one of them spanks me.
The shockwaves ripple through me as warmth fills the sting, quickly followed by another slap on the other side.
“What the hell are you doing?” I cry out, clenching my fists as a fire ignites within me, the sting of pleasure mixed with pain electrifying my senses.
“Teaching your smart mouth a lesson, little girl,” Gray growls, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me as the reminder of his hand on my skin makes my pulse quicken. “Next time you talk to us any other way than with respect, your ass is going to be as red as the devil’s dick.”
“Wow, how charming,” I retort, but the heat pooling in my core betrays my defiance.
Nix chuckles, and I can feel his breath on my neck. “Better watch your mouth, sunshine. Gray might get the paddle out.”
I shiver at the thought. This is not what I came here to do, but I can’t deny the way these boys make me feel.
With every firm spank he delivers, the heat radiating from me only grows hotter, and I can feel the wetness seeping down my legs.
“Let’s see just how much you enjoy being punished,” Gray says, making my heart stutter in my chest. His hand slides between my thighs, and I can’t help but moan at the touch.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding through my slick pussy lips. I gasp, arching into his touch as he circles my clit, the pressure building with each stroke. “Looks like you’re already begging without saying a word.”
“Shut up,” I manage to retort, but my body deceives me as I arch into his touch.
Phoenix turns me to face him, his eyes burning with raw lust. “You’re ours tonight,” he breathes against my lips, the promise sending a thrill coursing through me. “And you’re not going to forget it.”
“Great, just what I need, a couple of possessive idiots,” I quip, trying to mask the excitement bubbling within me. “But do you really think you can handle me?”
“Challenge accepted,” Nix replies, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
His lips slam down on mine in a bruising, possessive kiss, demanding my submission and claiming me with every stroke of his tongue. He tastes of sin and desire, a potent mix that leaves me aching for more. His hands move to myhips as he lifts and presses me back against the wall, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat coursing through my veins. He holds me there, his strength evident as he grinds against me, his erection pressing insistently against my stomach.
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as my last bit of restraint snaps.I blame the alcohol. What’s one wild night going to hurt?
His fingers dig into my hips, leaving marks on my skin as he rocks into me, the friction between us building to an almost unbearable level.
I gasp into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue delving further into my mouth, exploring and conquering every inch of me.
Phoenix breaks the kiss and looks at me, his eyes dark and hooded. “You want me, Rowyn.” he states, his voice low and husky. It’s not a question; it’s a command. He knows I want him, but he wants to hear me say it. He wants me to admit it, to surrender to him completely. I nod, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Yes,” I whisper, the word barely audible over the pounding of my heart. Phoenix smiles, a slow, wicked grin that promises dark pleasures.
