Page 73 of Crush (Deadly Hearts 1)

“Very much so,” I rasp, my voice thick with desire.

Layton and Ramsey stay out of my way as I approach the assassin in his submissive position in the middle of my bedroom.

“What to do with you?” I whisper, running my hand through his dark hair. I grip his chin and tilt his head back. His blue eyes are full of a longing that excites me, but at the same time, in some weird perverse way, turns me off.

“No,” I say. “You want this too much. It was supposed to be something you were paying penance for.”

His lips part in astonishment.

David snickers in his corner while Ramsey and Layton are silent on the other side of the room.

“Ooh, snap,” David drawls. “On your feet, Irish.”

Declan growls at him, but rises anyway, unfastening the belt around his neck. “Okay, Princess. What the fuck do you want from me?”

I hand the knife back to him. “Killer’s choice,” I murmur and turn around, hands behind my back, making it very clear that while he has all the power now physically, mentally, I’m steering this ship.

He throws the knife to Layton and then wraps the belt around my wrists.

“Do your worst,” I whisper.

He spins me around and shoves his foot in between my feet, to part them slightly. Then I watch as he drops to his knees and lifts the covers on the bed to root around until he finds the box under there.

The big one, not the small one.

I smirk, suppressing the shiver that threatens to creep down my spine with fingers of ice. I’m completely at their mercy. Four men I can’t say with any honesty that I know well, apart from David, of course, are in a room with me tied up and naked.

How will this go? As much as I want to think I’ve got the control here, it suddenly occurs to me that maybe I don’t. Or it could be ripped away from me in a second.

My skin tingles, my nipples peak and the fear that slices through me is real. I shuffle closer to the only man in the room that I’m familiar with. David.

“Don’t move,” Declan instructs, pulling out an enormous sea green dildo from the box in the shape of a tentacle, complete with suckers on the underside.

I freeze, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I’m not so sure about this.

“Cherry,” Layton mutters. “It’s your safe word.”

My eyes shoot to his and I nearly drown in their clear depths. I nod, grateful that he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

Declan crawls back over to me and trails the dildo up the inside of my leg, giving me goosebumps. He reaches my pussy and circles my clit a couple of times before he shoves it inside me roughly, as high up as it will go.

I gasp as he lets it go and stands up.

“You want me to do something that I’m unfamiliar with, that you will enjoy and will prove to you how sorry I am for being a complete arsehole?” he asks.

I nod, my legs shaking from the pleasure the intrusive tentacle is giving me.

He holds his hand out for David.

My eyes go wide.

“I know your thoughts, Princess,” he murmurs. “You wondered about this in the kitchen, didn’t you?”

I nod dumbly.

“I have never been with a man before,” he murmurs. “But never let it be said that I wouldn’t do anything to keep my Princess happy.”

“Fuuuck,” I moan.

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