Page 23 of Claimed By the Billionaires

“Aston spanked you with his belt. Konnor penetrated you with a butt plug, and now it’s my job to take it out of you unless you want to keep the butt plug inside that gorgeous ass a little longer, little kitten. Does it feel good?” he asked softly, huskily. “Do you want me to leave it inside you?” His fingers trailed under her dress, up her legs to her inner thighs. She wasn’t wearing any panties to absorb the flood of wetness his touch evoked.

Winter bit her lip. He wasn’t giving her any options that suited her.

“Take it out of me. I hate it,” she said tersely and rigidly.

“Your wish…”

Thank goodness a partition sealed her off from the chauffeur, but that was her only mercy. Beside her, Aston had an unhindered view of her face and every expression that crossed it as Houston’s finger glided to her naked pussy, his knuckles caressing her wet folds while his other hand slid under the dress to her backside.

But behind her, Konnor gathered the fabric of the dress in his hand, exposing her entire butt with the diamond plug and gold base sticking from her hole.

Her nipples pebbled painfully. Her breath caught in her throat. Houston stroked his thumb up and down her clit, detonating each nerve inside her, while he took control of the plug in her butt with his other hand.

She writhed over his lap as he twirled the plug around inside her, and his attention on her clit became more pronounced.

She would have no pride left if she climaxed. Did her body forget what they’d put her parents through just moments ago? She used every bit of energy she had left and tried to leap from his lap, but Aston reached for her, threading his hand through her hair and pulling so he could keep her in place until tears dripped from her eyes.

She responded the same way when they were putting the plug inside her. And again, what was wrong with her?

Houston swirled the plug around, drawing it out of her agonizingly slowly while he increased the vigor of his thumb on her clit.

Her mind blanked. All she could concentrate on was Houston’s tormenting fingers on her, Aston’s intensely deep stare as he looked into her soul, and Konnor’s hot and sexy heat behind her.

However much she wished she were able to stop herself from coming, it didn’t matter.

Houston pulled the plug from her ass, and Konnor was there to take it from him. Using his free hand, he lifted one part of her butt cheek, exposing her hole for Konnor to see while he slipped a finger between her labia and pressed down on her clit until a shoulder-wrecking orgasm left her body, weakening her completely.

She didn’t wait for the last spasms of her climax to roll over before she vaulted off his lap, took her seat opposite him, next to Konnor, and then dragged her dress down her legs to cover herself up. She turned a torturous shade of crimson as Konnor placed the butt plug in his pristine white handkerchief and then put that into the pocket of his suit pants.

She remained in stony silence the rest of the way to their home, her thoughts so muddled that she couldn’t make sense of anything.

Why were they taking her back to their home when clearly, they didn’t even like her?

Why were they postponing thetaking of her virginitywhen they could get it over and done with and leave her alone until their child was born?

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“I need to get out of here.”

Winter paced the floor of the bedroom, which she likened now to her prison. She had no idea what was happening anymore. The effects of the disastrous dinner with her parents, Aston, Konnor, and Houston, still lingered. They had put her family through a gauntlet of emotions that had them thinking their daughter was being returned to them, only for them to take her back. Mind games didn’t cover what they were doing to the Creers.

And now, a darkening cloud of foreboding seemed to follow her around. Something was going to happen. Something bad. Something she might not recover from.

“Can you?” Amelia asked on the other side of the line. Amelia hadn’t been allowed at the dinner the night before—she wasn’t on a level high enough—and Winter had given her a quick synopsis of the evening.

“Yes. They don’t own me,” Winter said, and that was true. If she thought they were going to brand her the night before and take her virginity, she was sorely wrong.

After a humiliating ride home, with her orgasm still lingering in the air between them in the back of the limo, she went straight to the room assigned to her, and she wasn’t called back. She also didn’t see them that morning, which meant they had already left for the day.

So, no, they may have said they owned her, but they didn’t. She could totally walk out, and she’d be right to do so. The only reason she still stayed was because of her father.

But if she didn’t leave the confines of their house immediately, she risked going permanently insane.

She had no idea what game they were playing, but their objective seemed as if they wanted to humiliate her and her family at every chance they got. Is that how they got their thrills?

God, she was so tired of all this secret society ritual stuff that she wished she had been born someone else entirely.

“Can you pick me up?”

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