Page 155 of Pretty Wicked Secrets

Maddoc sees that too.

“Do you want a drink to take the edge off, baby?” he asks, stroking my throat like he’s already imagining the smooth slide of good whiskey going down it.

“Oh fuck,yes,” I admit, falling for him just a little bit more, just because he offered.

He smiles, reaching down to lift a half full lowball off the side table next to us. He keeps his eyes on me as he lifts it to his lips, the smooth golden liquid making my mouth water. He lowers the glass and then lowers his head, taking my mouth again… and spits the whiskey he just sipped onto my tongue.

I moan. It burns so good… and even better, it tastes a little bit like him now too.

It goes down just as smoothly as I imagined, spreading a different kind of fire through me. One that turns me on just as much as swallowing something Maddoc had inside him first.

He sets the glass down and cups my jaw, tilting my head back. “You told Dante you want me again.”

“I do.”

“You told him you liked the way I fucked you last night,” he says, his eyes glittering with a dark light that tells me he finds this little game just as hot as I do. And even better, that it’s more than a game. It’s Maddoc knowing what will get to me, and giving me all of it.

Heat floods between my legs, and I suck in a breath, pressing my thighs together.

“I do,” I repeat in a husky whisper. “And I want it again.”

He smiles, slow and sexy and utterly feral. Then he spins me around and pulls my back against his chest, holding me there while one hand roughly squeezes my breasts and the other plunges between my legs.

“Oh god,” I gasp as his fingers thrust into my cum-drenched pussy with a deliciously obscene sound that makes me feel deliciously dirty.

Dante’s eyes burn into me, his hand still wrapped around his cock—hard and wet from being inside me and enough to make my mouth water as he slowly works it over, watching me with his brother. Logan is watching too, his entire body so still that on anyone else it would be unnatural. On Logan, it’s hot as hell. It tells me just how focused he is on this.

And the thick bulge in his pants tells me just how much he’s enjoying it too.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you want, baby,” Maddoc whispers in my ear as he fingers me deep. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

I hesitate. No matter how turned on I am, the idea of letting him dominate me like that—

“Do it,” Maddoc says, pulling his fingers out abruptly and taking a step back. “Let me back in that pussy.”

I fold myself in half, spreading my legs and wrapping my hands around each ankle, just like he said. My hair sweeps the carpet and Dante’s cum runs down my thighs, and the idea of letting Maddoc dominate me like this turns me the fuck on, is what it does. Everything else is secondary right now. Ineedthis. I need him to take me in front of his brothers.

His fingers plunge back inside me, and he spanks my ass hard enough to make me clench around them with a gasp.

“Perfect,” Maddoc says. “I want to feel that around my cock again.” My body tightens, desperately wanting that too, and Maddoc’s voice drops low. “Justlike that.”

His fingers leave me and I hear his zipper come down. He grabs my hips hard enough that his fingers dig in, giving me a bite of pain that makes it that much better and the hope for a few bruises to remember this by when he’s done.

Then he notches his cock at my entrance and buries himself inside me in one, brutally perfect thrust.

He groans, grinding against me for a moment, balls deep and hitting it exactly where I need it. Then he smacks my ass and starts to fuck me, holding me in place as he pushes me higher and higher.

“Those sounds you make are sexy as hell, princess,” Dante murmurs, his voice reminding me that I’m not just getting fucked, I’m getting fucked in front of all of them. “You look fucking amazing taking Madd’s cock like that.”

“Shefeelsamazing,” Maddoc grunts. “She feels fucking perfect.”

His words, his cock, the weight of the Reapers’ eyes on me and the blood rushing to my head, it all comes together to ramp my arousal up in a way I’ve never felt before. I’m dizzy and close—sofucking close—and when Maddoc grits out more filthy words of praise, telling me how much he loves fucking me, I break.

“Jesus, baby, fuck,” Maddoc grits out, fucking me through it as I sob out my release, this second orgasm cracking through me like a whip, all sharp, intense lines of pleasure followed by a deep, throbbing afterglow that feels like it’s marked me for real. Marked me ashis.

Then Maddoc finishes inside me with a string of low curses, the rough rasp of his pants against my bare thighs and ass driving home all over again just how hot it is to be dominated like this, used like this, by someone who’s already proven just how far he’ll go to take care of me too.

He pulls out of me and helps me straighten up, then holds me against him, and kisses me possessively.

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