Page 58 of Problems

Should have known I can't get out of anything with Finn. What a hard ass.

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My hand crampedas I glared at the page before me. Finnian and Cian had been gone for way too long. I'd already showered, changed into my comfortable shorts and t-shirt, and got to work on lines in Finn's room. They'd both disappeared into Cian's room a long time ago.What are they doing in there?

I conjured up images of them both covered in blood from beating the shit out of each other. My back tensed. There was no way in hell they'd keep hurting each other, right? I didn't even have a phone anymore. Contacting Ronan and letting him know the situation was out of the question. All I could do was wait.

The door swung open just as I dotted the I over Daddy Finn on the last line. My brain felt like it wanted to explode. Every slow, mind-numbing moment that dripped past as I did such a boring task made me want to never lie to Finnian again.

Shit, that's why he gave it to me. Well, it worked. From now on, I'm telling him the truth.

My eyes snapped up to the doorway. "Daddy Finn, am I done now or--."

The words were knocked right out of my mouth by the image in front of me. I tried to speak, but failed. Finnian's hand was wrapped around Cian's arm as he led him further into the room. Cian grumbled the whole time, a fierce glare on his face that I never wanted to be on the receiving end of.

"This is a load of bollix!" Cian snapped.

I slapped a hand on my mouth to keep my emotions reeled in. If I wasn't a hundred percent sure I was still alive, I would have thought I'd died. Or was experiencing some kind of intense hallucination. Just in case I pinched my arm. Sharp pain radiated up my flesh. Nope, I was wide awake.

"The fuck are you grinning at?" Cian asked.

I stifled the noise that tried to wrestle itself free from my mouth. I was in a state of both shock, admiring, and completely turned on. Cian was dressed in one of the slutty outfits that he loved to see me in. A tiny, solid red mini skirt barely fit him correctly and it hidnothing.Underneath I saw his cock and balls pressed into the same matching red fabric. Even the bra he liked to make me wear was the same. His hard, pierced nipples poked through.

I could see why he liked me in the outfits now.

"Doesn't quite fit," Finnian said nonchalantly. "But I think it'll do for now."

I barely registered what he said to me. I was entirely hyper-focused on the fact that the skirt, panties and bra looked good on his huge frame even if they didn't fit. His tattoos that spread all over his chest, up his neck, down his arms and to his hands looked better somehow when wrapped in lace and a soft skirt. I reached down and grabbed my hard cock.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"Language," Finn said before he frowned. "What the hell? Ronan is rubbing off on me."

"Shoot, sorry," I said quickly before I stood up and walked over to my tattooed, bad attitude Daddy. "You look like a slut."

The words fell from my lips before I could stop them. One minute I thought about how hot he looked and the next I remembered his endless torture. As they both stared at me I gave them a sheepish grin.

"It's true though," I said.

Cian made a move toward me. "You little brat. Come here!"

Finnian grabbed him by his hair and dragged him backward. Cian growled, but Finn calmly shoved him to his bed. I watched him topple into it, my heart lodged in my throat.

"Bring me the lube, boyo. It's in the nightstand."

I jogged over to the table more than a little excited to see Daddy Finn sink his hot, hard cock into Daddy Cian. Just the thought of it made my nipples and dick so hard that if the wind blew too hard I'd cum in seconds. My fingers grazed the bottle of lube. I happily tugged it out and passed it to Finn as he kept his knee in the center of Cian's back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cian growled.

"Putting you right back in your place." Finn squeezed lube onto his fingers before he pushed them into Cian's panties. "Stop squirming. You said you'd take your punishment, remember?"

"I didn't thinkthiswas what you meant! You have-- Ah, fuck!" Cian hissed. "Oh fuck," the words turned into a moan as he shoved his ass up.

Fire erupted in my veins and threatened to consume me.That's so hot. It's too hot! Fuck I'm so horny!

Cian groaned as Finnian's fingers twisted in his hole. Instead of fighting like I thought he would, it seemed like Cian loved it.Why am I so surprised? He's such a pervert, of course he loves it all.I grinned to myself as I walked up the bed. I dragged my fingers up Cian's barely clothed skin before I climbed in front of him. He glanced up at me.

"Does it feel good?"

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