Page 4 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

Or that’s what I tell myself.

I don’t think it’d stop me. Not with her. Not tonight.

For years, I’ve had these menacing voices in my head, telling me…driving me to take what I want. And in my professional life, I have listened to them because it’s acceptable, but to find someone responsive to what I want, whatwewant to share with a single woman, that’s not as easy. And it certainly isn’t as acceptable. Yet here we are, in a club women come to for this kind of depravity.

At thirty-four years old, I’ve had my fair share of women. From high school to my rookie days, puck bunnies were always hanging around, waiting on me, and for a time, I took advantage. Nothing ever serious, always for fun, and most of the time, I was gone before the sun came up.

That all changed about seven years ago when I met Colton Hall and Diesel Liberty. The three of us clicked in a way that was different at first, but as we played together on the Black Bears, hung out, and celebrated, we all realized there was a reason for that.

We have the same taste in women, the same desire for darkness that nobody outside us knows. And tonight, for the first time, we get to explore it. The fact this is what the woman requested, even down to keeping herself and us as anonymous as possible, I acknowledge that Diesel was right.

She’s it for us.

It’s not just from what’s about to happen between the four of us; we all felt a connection to her earlier in the day when we saw her in the Quarter. She called to the deepest depths of my soul, and as much as I’m fighting it outwardly, inside, I can’t imagine a life without her in it.

Which is beyond fucked up.

We don’t know her, not even her name. Not a goddamned thing about her, and we certainly don’t have the time to find anything out that would make us compatible tonight. Which means we might only have this one night with her.

Rolling my shoulders, I watch as Colton binds her wrists above her head to the anchor on the headboard. We leave her legs free, wanting her to fight back, hoping for it. Diesel strokes the silk blindfold across her eyes, being careful as he pulls her long, dark hair out.

With my eyes on her, studying her every breath, I notice the moment she wakes. Her body tenses, and she holds her breath as the boys back up from the bed. We were told she was open to more than one man, but her preference was for just one. She indicated that she had little experience, and I’m beginning to suspect that means she might be a virgin.

Is it wrong of me to hope for that? Probably. Despite this being her desire, her personal fantasy that I doubt anyone in her life knows about, what we’re about to do to her just might leave lasting scars on her psyche.

Grabbing a water from the table, I pop the cap and slowly stride over to her; the bed dips when I sit near her hip. Her body strains to get away from me, but I don’t allow her. Wrapping a hand across her hip, I drag her back to me. Her whimper fuels the blood flow to my hardening dick, and I can’t wait to sink into her silky heat.

Gripping the back of her head, I lift it up before putting the opening of the water bottle to her pursed lips with a growled, “Drink.” Her lips roll into her mouth before she shakes her head. Her body vibrates with fear, and I swear I can smell it coming off her in waves. It’s enticing.

“Fine,” I snap, letting her head go and taking a gulp of water before forcing her jaw open and slowly bringing my face in closer. The water trickles from my mouth to hers until it’s gone. Pushing her jaw closed, I order her to swallow.

My lips stay on hers as she does so reluctantly. “I wouldn’t drug you, kitten.” She makes a distressful sound, so I let out a devilish chuckle. “Not again. I want you wide awake for what’s about to happen.” Her chin trembles, and I understand it’s because she wasn’t expecting to be brought here like this. Leaning in further, I lick up the side of her neck until I’m breathing heavily in her ear. “Welcome to Club Sin, kitten.”

Her breath exits her chest in a loud whoosh of air. Her head nods slightly, and she pulls on the binds of her wrists. “They won’t come undone,” Colton tells her as he sits on her other side, sliding a hand across her exposed stomach and under her shirt. She flinches, and her breath catches, but she remains silent.

Diesel grips the inside of her thighs, wrenching them apart so he can kneel between them. When his hands reach the button of her jeans, a whimper escapes her lips. Still, we remain silent, waiting to see how she reacts.

As Dies pulls down her pants, revealing more of her creamy, pale flesh, I contain the urge to mar her flesh with bite marks and bruises from holding her too roughly, taking her too hard.

“Christ, she is going to bruise so damn easily.” Diesel groans as he tosses her pants over his shoulder and leans down to rub his nose along the seam of her covered pussy. “She smells like peaches and fine wine.” He moans, gripping her thighs harder. “Addicting.” He inhales deeply.

“Th-th-three?” Her soft voice stutters out the question.

Colton brushes a rough finger up the column of her throat, cupping her jaw firmly and stroking his thumb across her cheek. “Three,” he confirms. “Three very large men, all of us eager to take that addicting pussy of yours and show no mercy. So tell me, sweet girl, do you know the safe word?” Her whimper ignites feral growls from each of us.

She’s the prey, we’re the predators, and we always get what we want.

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Colton

This woman is going to own the fuck out of me. Hell, I think she already does. The way her enticing tits jiggle with every harsh breath, her sweet-sounding whimpers, that sexy aroma wafting up from between her legs. Diesel wasn’t wrong…peaches and fine wine. I wonder if she bathed in it before we snatched her up.

“Do you, sweet girl? I need you to say it,” I repeat. I want to devour her, but not until I know she understands that she can stop everything if it gets to be too much.

Licking her lips, she swallows before turning her head in my direction. What I wouldn’t give to look into her eyes right now. “R-r-red,” she stutters. It’s hard to tell if she’s terrified or excited. Brushing my fingers across her quivering belly, she sucks in a deep breath, and I think it’s a bit of both.

“You want to stop, you just say that word,” Diesel pops up from between her legs to say. He’s been silently inhaling her pussy since bending down there. I think he might have acquired an addiction already.

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