Page 55 of Scarlett Thief (Criminal Underground 2)

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Scarlett

My ass ached but in a good way. It was strange. As I left the bathroom and climbed up on the massive four poster bed that sat in the center of the master bedroom, I could hear the murmurs of Hadrian and Wolf through the door.

Cool air drifted over my damp skin. My knees hit the comforter and I crawled to the center of the bed, facing the bathroom door so I'd see them when they came out.Am I crazy to do this?I wondered. I probably was, but I'd never felt the way I did when I was with them. They made me feel … whole in a weird way.

There was no denying that I was more than interested in it now than I’d ever considered before. My pussy was already wet, fully aroused from the second Wolf had started ordering me around and it had only grown wetter when Hadrian had spanked me. I sank back on my heels, letting the warm burn of my skin lull me into a soft, hazy mindset. When the door to the bathroom opened, my eyes lifted and I stared as Hadrian and Wolf strode into the room.

"Very good," Wolf complimented my posture as he circled the side of the bed. When I turned to watch him, he shook his head. "No. Look forward, I want to look at you, baby. I want to stare at you and run my eyes over every inch of your skin. You're a work of art, you know that, right?"

My gaze turned to where Hadrian stood at the end of the bed. He was just as fit as Wolf, though not as broad. His cock, like Wolf's, was hard and pressed against his lower stomach. He smiled at me when he met my eyes.

"Are you going to answer him, Scarlett?" Hadrian asked. "Or do I need to spank you again?"

"I don't know how to respond, Sir," I answered honestly.

"Just tell him the truth," Hadrian offered.

Yes, as if the truth is easy for everyone,I thought sarcastically. "I suppose if you think I'm a work of art, then thank you, Sir," I said after a beat.

"Do you think you're a work of art?" Wolf asked.

"I know people find me attractive." I'd been using that to my advantage for years, honing my ability to dress and act to fit the desires of modern society.

"That's not what I asked," Wolf said. The bed dipped and my back straightened as he reached out and palmed a breast, hefting it into his hand as if he were weighing it right before he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pressed down until a whimper escaped my lips. "Do you think you're a work of art?" he repeated.

"I don't know," I gasped out. "No—I-I don't. It's just a body." And it had never made sense to me how people could find others unattractive based on stupid things like size or muscle definition. Bodies were all different. They were made different to suit the needs of society and yet it was society that rejected people's attraction based on nothing more than pure aesthetic—aesthetics that changed on a regular basis.

"It's a beautiful body, Scarlett," Hadrian said as Wolf released my nipple. "And we're going to show you."

I didn't know how they planned to do so, and before I had a chance to ask, Wolf was redirecting the conversation. “Before we begin, are you on birth control?”

“Yes, Sir,” I admitted.

“Would you prefer with or without a condom, love? I’m clean,” he reassured, Hadrian nodding as well. I wanted to shiver at his fingers trailing over my sensitive skin but I focused on the question. I thought for a long moment before coming to a decision.

“No condom, Sir.”

“As you wish.” Wolf shifted, urging me to turn around and face the headboard. "I asked you to come to the bedroom because there was something I wanted to do to you, Scarlett," he said. "Something I want you to do to me, but I don't want your knees to get sore while you do." He stepped up onto the mattress and leaned against the headboard, barely a foot from me. I watched with wide eyes as his hand traveled down over the ridges of his stomach straight to the cock that jutted out from between his legs. "Suck me, baby. Take me between those plush, red lips of yours. I want you to start by licking the head. Don't use your hands just yet."

As if his cock was a damn magnet, I was drawn forward. I wanted so badly to reach up and cup his balls as I licked the head of him, delving into the slit at the tip of his cock for a taste of him—but he'd said not to use my hands and I wanted to be good at this. I needed to be good at this—to prove to him that I could be an amazing submissive. Good enough that maybe … maybe after this was all over he wouldn't want to leave.

A groan left Wolf's throat as I licked over the head of his cock. Using the tip of my tongue, I trailed a path down to the little v-shaped area between the head and shaft. I tongued it, tasting water and salt.

"That's it," Wolf encouraged. "Good girl. Good … fucking … girl." A low moan emitted from between his lips.

I was so wrapped up in the praise that was spilling from him and how good he tasted on my tongue that I barely felt it when the bed dipped behind me. But when strong hands gripped my ass and then warm skin slid along my calves, my head jerked back. The top of Hadrian's head appeared down below, right between my thighs. Hot breath brushed over my core and I arched up at the first stroke of his tongue.

Wolf's hand sank into my hair. "That's right, baby," he said. "Hadrian is going to eat you out while you take care of me. Don't be greedy. You want to please us both, don't you?" I did—holy fuck, did I. With Wolf's fingers tangling in the strands at the back of my head, I let him pull me back to the task at hand. Only this time, when my tongue met the tip of his cock, I didn't merely lick it, I opened my mouth and sank down, sucking him almost to the back of my throat.

I'd given blow jobs before, but never had I had one man beneath me, licking across my clit as I sucked another into the back of my throat. It was difficult to keep my concentration. The feel of Wolf's warm cock sliding against the insides of my cheeks, pushing forward relentlessly, combined with the grasp Hadrian had on my thighs as he pulled me down even harder into his face.

Could he breathe? I wondered for a moment, but in the next second, he proved that he didn't need to be able to breathe to bring me to the edge of orgasm. His lips locked over my clit and he sucked. Hard. My back bowed and Wolf's cock slipped out of my mouth as I uttered a sharp cry.

A wide palm redirected my head and my eyes opened—I hadn't even realized I'd closed them as I writhed on Hadrian's talented mouth. Wolf's gaze met mine and in them, I didn't see the annoying man I'd been forcibly paired with for this assignment. I saw a Dom. I saw a man ready to take a masterful position over me. His thumb dipped down and hooked into the corner of my mouth, prying it back open.

"Don't take your mouth off my cock until I tell you to, Scarlett," he rasped, his eyes heated with a dangerous lust. They practically glittered with an invitation for me to disobey him. The threat of punishment hung in the air and as much as I wanted to find out—as curious as I was—about what other kinds of punishment he could deliver, for now, I wanted to suck him and pleasure him more.

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