Page 129 of Wicked Little Lies

“What they asked.” It’s the truth. Mostly. Because they wanted the cufflinks from Jac and some very pretty emerald necklace that was on display in what looked like an elegant, French renaissance boudoir on the third floor at Hendrick’s.

Took those.

And the tiara.

Not to mention the choker from Jac’s. Both that weren’t on the list. Those were a bonus. For my finder’s fee.

“Our pretty little thief’s a fucking liar,” says Jac.

“I bet that snatch is dripping, though.” Hendrick splays his hand, fingers stroking beneath my breasts. “Strip her down. Fuck the truth out of her, that’s my thought.”

“And if I don’t want to?” I snap.

Jac laughs. “He gave you a fucking word.”

“I did,” says Hendrick. “You can use it.”

I don’t because I’ve had a hell of a day, one that exhilarated, rode me hard, and the memories of this morning’s fuck fest is in my head.

There’s more. I want more. I want all I can get before I have to run away. And I’m taking the tiara and the choker with me.

“What is it you want, little Cat? Something soft and sweet and romantic?” Hendrick says against my ear as he brings my glass to my lips and gives me a mouthful.

Jac watches, eyes hungry, glittering, vicious and so erotic that my knees go weak.

“I can give you that,” Hendrick murmurs. “Maybe even Jac’ll play a little. But I think you want to brawl.” He lifts his head. “What do you think, Jac? Does she want soft or rough?”

Jac comes up, takes the glass, and finishes it, then he tosses it to a small sofa. “Let me see.”

He whispers his lips over mine then shoves his hand in my pants and two fingers into my pussy.

I shake, a tiny little ripple of absolute pleasure racing through my flesh, and I moan.

He lifts his head, grins. “Rough and dirty, Hendrick.”

“She’s wearing too many clothes for a needy cunt,” Hendrick says.

Before I can do a thing, Jac pulls me from Hendrick as Hendrick drags my shirt up and off me, and my bare breast bounce as I fall into Jac.

Next, Hendrick rips off my pants, taking my shoes with them, and I’m left bare with Jac’s fingers pumping into me.

But I’m not left like that for long. I’m burning, I’m liquid. There’s savagery in my veins and moving fast, and I growl as Hendrick pulls my head back and shoves two fingers in my ass.

They pump in. Both hard, Jac ignoring my clit and then he bites my nipples as Hendrick bites and sucks my throat.

An orgasm clamps down on me, and I come in a violent jerking, the overload from fingers and teeth and the two hot, hard clothed bodies against me.

“Fuck her cunt, Jac, I need the slut’s mouth.”

They both pull free of me, but Jac grabs me and zippers hiss. He turns me and pushes down on my lower back pulling my hips to him. Hendrick grabs my hair. He shoves his cock into my mouth as Jac rams into my cunt.

Jac fucks me so hard, I choke on Hendrick’s cock.

I come again, jerking on them, and Jac lets out a roar, slamming into me. It’s the good hurt that I love. He comes quickly, his thighs trembling, and then pulls out.

Hendrick drags me off his cock, and the world spins.

My entire being is beating hard with the aftermath of my orgasm, and Hendrick lifts me at my waist, and he sits on the softa opposite Jac, draping my legs either side. Without hesitation, he pushes up into my pussy, and I fucking love the fact he doesn’t care I’m full of Jac.

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