Page 31 of Painfully Merry

He slides his hands down my arms, brushing over my breasts. Even through the thickness of my sweater, my nipples tighten from his touch. He slowly pushes up my sweater, exposing my stomach. The light traces of his fingertip cause goosebumps to rise on my skin. He dips lower, running along the waistband of my shorts, and the thought of what's to come makes my clit throb with need.

“Tell me, Sabrina. How many nights did you finger yourself at the thought of me?” He looks up at me through his lashes.

Oh, stars. I can’t answer that. My cheeks warm even thinking about it. Parker smirks and his fingers dip under my shorts, pulling them down.

“I’ll take the blushing as my answer.” He pulls my shorts off, leaving me exposed. “Fuck, your wet already. Does thinking of me turn you on?”

“No, you asshole. I’m thinking of somebody else.”

He grips my thighs, spreading me open. “I’m sure you are. Let’s see who it really is, shall we?”

His hand connects with my clit sending shockwaves to my core, and I take in a deep breath before he slaps me over and over again. I grab onto the headboard as my body shudders with need. If this is him making my punishment less painful, he’s an asshole.

“Sabrina, your pussy is such a beautiful shade of red. Can you take more?”

I shake my head, but he pays no mind. His hand slaps me once more, and I cry out, pulling at my restraints.

“Take it like the slut you are.” He growls, slamming two fingers inside my wet core. “Look at me while I eat you out.”

I tilt my head up, looking him in the eyes as he moves close to my clit. His tongue darts out, and in one long, slow lick, white-hot ecstasy slammed into me. My core tightens around Parker's fingers, and he curls his fingers, hitting the spot. My back arches, pushing my hips into his face.

“Oh, shit,” Chaos’ voice pulls me away from Parker.

Breathing heavily, I watch him stalk to the bed, eyes never leaving my body. He slowly pulls his t-shirt off, exposing his tattoos.

“Parky baby, what’s going on?” Chaos stops at my side, taking in the sight.

“She was snooping in our bags.”

I notice the switchblade in Chaos’ hand, and my pulse drops. “What do we do with snoops, Parker?”

Parker moves his fingers, and I bite back a moan. “We usually make them bleed, but in this case, I say we make her come until she’s crying.”

I look between them, trying to figure out what’s going on. When Chaos smiles at me, it isn’t with tenderness. It’s a cold, feral smile. One that wants my entire soul and won’t stop until he gets it. He tosses the knife onto the bed and unbuttons his pants. Parker moves away, leaving me empty.

“Tell me, Sab. How does a millionaire fuck?”

I watch Parker from the corner of my eye as he slips out of his clothes, and I almost choke all over again—the silver piercing shimmers from the tip of his dick. I swallow, remembering how it felt in my mouth.

“This one wants us both, Chaos.”

Chaos licks his lips. “Does she now? That can be arranged.” He runs his hand along my leg, wrapping his hand around my ankles and flips me over. “Fuck I love this ass.” He rubs my ass cheek before smacking it. I bury my head into my pillow, moaning.

“Do you have any lube?”

His finger runs over my asshole, and I push back. “In the nightstand drawer.” I don’t even care that they find my stash of toys. I have needs, too. Parker opens the drawer and pauses.

“Jesus, Black. What are you planning for?” He pulls out my dildo.

“What else is in there?” Chaos asks.

Parker pulls out my butt plug and a bottle of lube. Chaos holds his hand out. My heart lodges in my ribs when Chaos opens the lube bottle. His hand runs along my back down to my ass.

“Get on your knees. I want this ass in my face, it belongs to me.” With his help, I moved to my knees. His hands move all around my ass, massaging every inch. “So soft and round.”

Cool drops land between my cheeks, and my mind races with the possibilities of what’s coming, never in my wildest dreams did I think this would happen.

“Are you ready, Sugarplum?”

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