Page 46 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

ChapterTwenty-Four

Ruby

Having freshened up, in preparation for some sexy times, I arrange myself naked on the bed, waiting for my men to make their appearance. I can smell coffee and toast and it makes my stomach grumble with hunger.

When Ramsey pushes the door open, tray in one hand filled with the aforementioned, I forget all about sex and snatch the tray from him as soon as he is within reach.

“You are my kitchen god,” I say and promptly stuff half a piece of toast into my mouth.

The rest of the men trail in, and I wave, unable to speak for food and drink being shoveled into my mouth at a rapid rate.

As soon as I’ve polished off the last of the toast and swallowed the remains of my coffee, I sit back with a happy sigh.

“Sex now,” I comment, eyes closed.

“Yes Ma’am,” Ramsey snickers, taking the tray from me and placing it on the floor next to the bed, only to give it a swift nudge to send it sliding across the carpet to the other side of the room.

“One at a time, or all at once?”

I crack an eye. “What do you think?”

There is little left to be said.

He leans forward with a wicked smile and kisses me deeply, arousing me to the point of frustration. He gathers me in his arms and falls back to the bed with me on top of him. I writhe around on his cock, grinding my pussy against him, moaning into his mouth. I lose myself for a while until I feel fingers trailing down my back, before I receive a slap to my ass that stings.

I hiss, but wiggle, lifting my backside higher for Layton to slap me again.

“Have you been a bad girl, sweetheart?” he murmurs.

“Always.”

Another slap that makes me jump.

My right ass cheek is sore and warm, but the soft press of his lips over the sore spot is a welcome relief. He runs his fingers over my rear hole before he works his hand in between my legs and thrusts a couple of fingers into my pussy.

“Yes,” I breathe out, finally getting what I want. “More.”

Cillian's fingers join Layton’s and soon I feel myself soaking their hands as I come in a wave of electric lightning that sparks over my skin, puckering my nipples fiercely.

Declan leans over to take one in his mouth, tugging it between his teeth as I ride the last of my climax, the tension leaving my body with each thrust of their fingers. Declan bites down hard, bringing my attention to him.

“Tell me your sins, Princess,” he murmurs.

I stare deep into his eyes before I lower them. “I killed a man, Daddy.”

“Did he deserve it?” he asks, scooping me up in his arms and placing me on my feet at the end of the bed.

“Yes. He was a monster.”

“Do you need to be punished for killing a monster?”

I hesitate. He is giving me an out, but do I want one? Not really. That’s not how this works. I’m a killer and I need absolution for that.

I lick my lips. “Yes.”

He nods briefly and leaves me to drag out the big box from under the bed. He shocks me by also dragging out the small one. The beyond private one that I know he has looked in, invading my privacy while I wasn’t here to defend it. He ignores the small one for now and opens the bigger one, pulling out a blindfold. He wraps it around my eyes, and I shiver. Then he ties my hands behind my back. I feel the soft leather of the cat o’ nine tails against my back but he doesn’t strike me with it.

David kneels in front of me, grasping my hips and presses his mouth to my pussy. “Ruby,” he says, presumably so I know it’s him, but I knew anyway. His hands are soft and warm. He licks my slit before he wedges his tongue between the folds and massages my clit. Shivering under the attention to the sensitive nub, I let out a shallow breath before Declan brings the whip down on my back, lashing me harder than I thought he would.

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