Page 67 of Vicious Intentions

Rose moaned in a subtle way, yet to me it was as amplified as her rapid heartbeat. I felt it in my throat as well as the heated sensations of her desire between her long legs.

“Never.” Her tone of voice had changed, almost lilted like her laugh that I could listen to for hours.

“Your body betrays you, little pet.” I eased my finger between her legs, rubbing it up and down, taunting her to deny she was wet, glistening with her juices.

Her single whimper managed to be amplified given the stark quiet in the SUV, the bulletproofing also eradicating most sounds of traffic. In addition, neither one of my buddies had been this quiet before. There was a moment of reverence that seemed to take all three of us aback, as if the footprint of the harem we were developing had been set in concrete.

I thrust my finger into her tight channel, immediately rewarded with a series of husky moans. Inhaling, I held the scent of her perfume and her desire in my nostrils as I returned to the spanking, smacking one side of her bottom then the other with precision. She beat her small fists against the leather seat, still undulating her hips. The friction was about to drive me insane.

I’d yet to ask how long until we arrived at Cain’s McMansion, but I honestly didn’t care. The need for her was creating a fissure in my sanity. At this point, I needed blissful release, or I wasn’t certain I could be responsible for my actions. I plunged several fingers deep into her pussy, savoring the sound made from driving into her with brutal thrusts.

Rose now rocked on my lap, bucking against my hand. Control wasn’t a strong virtue, but I pulled out, cracking my palm against her bottom six more times, a reminder that she would never be allowed to take a single moment of control.

Cain’s chest rose and fell, his breathing labored. I’d seen the same look in his eyes once before. The moment we’d tasted sweet perfection on our tongues and in our hands, one so satisfying that everything else would be bitter in comparison.

But the greatest high had been turned into a devastating low, a crushing blow not one of us had ever recovered from.

I was almost frantic in my need, sliding my finger under the elastic of her thong and with a single snap of my wrist, alleviating a problem. Then I pulled her into my lap, forcing her to straddle me.

My pulse sped up with lust, a kind so dark and demanding that for a few seconds, I was pulled into the strangling images of my past. “What do you want, little pet?”

“Fuck me. Just fuck me.”

CHAPTER 18

Rose

I no longer recognized myself.

I wasn’t entirely certain I wanted to.

Telling the three predators to fuck me was the most out of control I’d been for years, maybe my entire life. I’d craved their touch, ignoring the signs of danger the entire day. I’d thought of nothing else, weaving a powerful moment that we would share into another story. At least it was one I hadn’t dared to write down. I’d shoved the mystery piece into my suitcase, embarrassed by what I’d written, but not enough that I hadn’t read it in its entirely twice.

I’d been impressed with myself.

As I shifted in my seat, a feeling of discomfort sent a thrill through me.

The spanking had been just the appetizer, an act that had almost pushed me into a raging climax. To think that three men had that much control over me was crazy, but even so, it also allowed the feeling of freedom to continue.

“Pull off your dress,” Cristiano demanded.

An immediate and very intense heat bloomed in my core from the darkness woven in the simple command. I quickly glanced at the front of the SUV. There was no partition like those installed in limos, the rearview mirror positioned for the driver to be able to see what was happening. Should it bother me? Yes, but I’d never felt so eager in my life. I tugged the silk over my head, tossing it aside.

The intensity of his gaze pulled at every deep emotion, igniting a fire that would burn brightly for some time to come. My core throbbed to the point that I squeezed my thighs against his, gasping for air. He wrapped his hand around the back of my throat, pulled my head down until he was able to capture my mouth.

As he’d done in the elevator, he became ravenous, his mouth devouring mine. The sense of silence was deafening, the hard thudding of my heart now echoing in my ears. We were already insatiable, but there was a different vibration as the two men looked on, waiting their turn. I knew predators had little patience.

Cristiano dug his fingers into my skin, the hold completely possessive. As he sucked on my tongue, I was stripped of the lingering inhibitions, the need to have one then the other inside of me as intoxicating as their combined musky scents.

He broke the moment of intimacy, yanking me to my knees and spreading me wide open with his hands. I was forced to wrap my arms around his head as he buried his face in my pussy. I threw my head back, his actions managing to steal the air from my lungs. The ache deepened, my pussy clenching and releasing. As a string of vivid lights flashed across my eyes, I couldn’t stop panting.

The way he was devouring me was frantic, every sound he made guttural. Within seconds, I was crashing, the wave of pleasure a crescendo of want and need that had kept my vibrator busy. This was so much better.

“Oh…” I struggled to keep my eyes open, the rapture ebbing and flowing like a tidal wave. I’d never experienced such a powerful orgasm, but I wanted more. Panting, I struggled to reach his belt buckle, determined I wouldn’t stop even if he commanded me to do so.

Three masters.

Three men who wanted what only I could give them.

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