Page 108 of F*ck Steal Kill

“I don’t want your attention. You’re the ones coming over here,” I argued, making Ryan smile wider. It was insufferable how handsome he was and how easily he rolled with everything. He only tended to bring out his bossy side during missions or when I pushed his buttons just so.

And I’d gotten really good at pushing his buttons.

“We both know how this ends, Lace. Do you honestly want to fight me?”

I snorted, rolling my eyes. “We both know I’d beat you in a fight.”

He growled, his smile slipping as he pressed more into me. His cock strained against his pants and pressed into my lower half. I bit my cheek to stop from moaning at the touch. My heart beat faster, the thrill of pushing him over the edge spurring me on.

So, I had a thing for pushing limits as foreplay. Sue me.

Licking my lips, I moved so my nipples rubbed against him, torturing myself with that brush. Leaning next to my ear, I played my last bluff.

“We both know this has run its course. There’s nothing left to be gained here. Now be a good boy and go home.”

He growled, his hands landing on my hips as he squeezed and lifted me onto the island. The move was so sudden; I didn’t fight him as he spread my legs and held them down as he attacked my center with his mouth.

“Fuck,” I moaned, gripping his hair with my hands to hold him. His tongue speared into my pussy, my center so slick that it instantly covered his face and offered no resistance as he plunged in two fingers.

After a long lick, he drew back, his eyes piercing me as he stared into mine.

“You’re fucking mine, Lace, and I’m done with you pushing me away. Pushing us away. If you won’t talk, then you can listen as we show you how this can be. How it is.”

Before I could respond, he stepped back, releasing me and taking his fingers with him. Gasping, I didn’t have time to yell at him as Heath stepped into view.

While Ryan was classically handsome, Heath was the exact opposite. His hair was as dark as mine and hung to his shoulders. It naturally had a slight wave that I spent hours trying to achieve. And the asshole looked good with it down or pulled back. He was the most buff of the three, with yummy muscles in all the right places. His back, his thighs, his abs. Everywhere. Though, his arm muscles were a thing of beauty and covered in black tattoos.

His dark eyes heated as he took me in, smirking as he licked his lips and clasped his tattooed fingers on my thighs. Heath lifted me, tossing me over his shoulder as he carried me out of the kitchen and to my bedroom. His big hand slapped against my ass, making me moan more than scream.

“There’s my naughty girl,” he teased, his finger dipping into my cunt as he groaned. “So fucking wet already, baby.”

“It’s not for you,” I taunted.

He chuckled, slapping my ass again as he palmed my cheek before tossing me on my bed. I bounced, gasping from the move.

“Keep telling yourself that, Ace.”

Henry wrapped his arms around me from behind, trapping me to the bed. Not that I was fighting it at this point. I’d gotten exactly what I wanted. Henry dropped a kiss to my shoulder, his warm breath skating over me.

“Hey, suga.” His deep voice coated over me, his southern accent thick with desire.

I never knew how he and Heath were joined at the hip because they were complete opposites. Henry was soft and sweet, often bashful. He didn’t have any tattoos but did have several piercings. Including one in particular on his cock.

His chocolate brown hair was curly and short, his green eyes soft and playful. He worked out but wasn’t stacked like Heath. His muscles were lean, and he preferred running and swimming versus Heath’s more aggressive boxing option. Yet the two of them together was magic. They were completely in sync in bed, balancing out one another and bringing me pleasure I never knew existed.

Heath tended to be harsh on his own, and Henry was too reserved. But together… they hit all the right spots.

Ryan shut the door and joined Heath at the end of the bed. They stood side by side, both of their intense glares on me. Squirming, I knew why they had Henry hold me now. He was the one I’d be least likely to hurt.

“Fine. If you want to talk. Talk.”

“Oh, that’s passed now, little warrior. Henry,” Ryan said, nodding to the man behind me.

Henry handcuffed my wrists and draped them over his neck. I was pressed against his chest, his cock hitting me in the ass. His hands spread my thighs, holding me to him.

Again, if I wanted, I could break his hold, but we all knew I didn’t want to.

Heath rubbed his hands together before stripping out of his clothes. And just like every time I saw him naked, I gasped as I took in all the art on his body. His cock jutted up, thick and hard as steel as it leaked with pre-cum. He stroked it once while he held my eyes, licking his lips as he stepped closer to the bed. He laid on it, his face right at my pussy. Blowing air across the sensitive flesh, I moaned as he thrust two fingers into me, coating them with my wetness. He moved them down, Henry lifting me so he could access my ass.

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