Page 125 of Ensnared

Beau’smouth starts trailing from my breast down my stomach. “It’sokay, sweetheart.Wehave you.You’resafe now.Youtaste like a wet dream, you know that?”

Myskin feels oversensitive, and the wet drag of his tongue is almost too much.Tearssting my eyes, andItry to blink through the fog of lust and pleasure.

Iwant to melt intoBeau.RunfromDom.Iwant them both to fuck me.

Iwant them to leave this alone.

“Wait.I—”

Domchuckles in my ear asBeaunips at my hipbone.Frustrationspikes, right beside a sharp flare of desire.I’mcaught, butIdon’t want to play anymore.Right?Thisisn’t the mindless fuckingIwanted.Whywon’t they just let me forget?Whycan’t they let this be easy?

Fearfulbrown eyes flicker through my mind.

“No!”Ikick out, butBeaucatches my legs easily, splitting them wide, and pinning them back overDom’sthighs.IcatchBeau’shair in my fingers, and yank hard enough that he groans.

“Pullit again, gorgeous.It’llonly make me come harder,” he pants, smiling at me.

“Youstill remember that safeword, killer?”Domtaunts, rubbing his thumb along the column of my throat.Withhis other hand, he brings his fingers between my thighs and dips underneath my soaked panties, playing lazily with the wetness there.I’mstartlingly close to a brutal, terrifying brink.Domkisses my cheek again, and this timeIfeel the cruelty in the tenderness, the absolute mockery.

Theburning lust flares into something hotter, angrier.

“Fuckyour safeword,”Isnap, then try to push away from them for real, fed up with this game, this teasing.

Thishurts.

Beaulicks my lower stomach, right above the line of my panties, still holding my legs back overDom. “I’mgonna pass on that one, darlin’.You’relooking like a much better option, all wide open and wet for me.”

Ihiss in rage, even as my stomach quivers.

Hishead drops lower, andDomspreads my lips under the clinging cotton so thatBeau’smouth brushes right over my clit through the fabric.Thenhesucks.Twistingviolently as pleasure decimates me,Imanage to tear one of my legs free and kick out, clippingBeauon the shoulder.Ithrow my head back at the same time, andDom’sgrip loosens around my neck as he shoves me aside to avoid the headbutt.

Iroll away, and the three of us stare at one another, crouching in the grass, breathing hard.

Beaurubs his shoulder.Hiseyes are still filled with dark promise. “Nicehit, darlin’.”

“Thathow you took him down, killer?Youkick him off that tree?”Domsmirks. “Ordid you just use your little knife?”

“Oh, this little knife?”Beausays.Hepulls my stained pocketknife fromDom’sdiscarded belt and tosses the stained, guilty thing at my feet.

Irecoil, staring at it.Myheart takes on an unsteady rhythm.“Helpme.”Thememory of his voice lacerates my thoughts.Iteviscerates my arousal.

“Fuckyou,”Isnarl, except instead of spitting venom, my voice breaks.There’sstill blood on the blade.

“Hmm,”Domsays, watching me, andItear my eyes away from the knife to watch him back.

Thesmirk is gone now, for some reason, andIcan’t read his expression.

“Youwearing all that blood as a trophy, pet?”Beauasks softly. “Orare you ready to wash it all away?”

Iclench my bloody fingers and glare at him, at both of them.Myvision is blurred and my breaths are starting to hitch.Usingmy forearm,Iswipe at my eyes, not wanting to cry in front of them.Somehowthat makes me feel more exposed than the breasts spilling from my bra.

Domstarts circling me again, andItense. “Whatdo you think,Beau?Shemight taste better nice and clean.”

Beaunods, moving around me. “Maybeyou’re right.Shelooks like she needs to cool off.”

Myhead whips around asItry to keep them both in view. “Thisisn’t funny.Idon’t want to play this game.Ijust...Ijust want to go home.”

Myheartaches.AbruptlyIfeel more alone thanIhave in years.Ibite the inside of my lip against the hot, thick pressure in my throat.

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