She looked torn between anger and pleasure. I could see part of her ready to scold me, but ultimately pleasure won out. “Please,” she whimpered. Her hips arched, pressing her pussy harder against my face. “Don’t. Please don’t stop.”
My grin was fast and sharp. My little brat was a wild one. When she’d been drunk I’d peeked at the books she liked to read. I couldn’t wait to unlock all the dirty little secrets she fantasized about. We’d explore every one of them down to every last, filthy detail.
She was rhythmically squeezing my finger with her sopping wet cunt and rolling her hips.
“You going to come for me, Bailey?”
Her moan took on a desperate note.
“You are,” I told her. Stopping to flick her clit again, I lifted my head and watched the bliss cross her face. “You’re going to come on my fingers and my tongue like a good little girl. Now,” I told her, slapping my hand against her pussy. It wasn’t a very hard hit, there was no leverage for that. Plus, I didn’t want to hurt her, just surprise her.
It worked. Her eye popped open and her mouth formed a perfect little o, as the sensation of my fingers hitting her wet flesh drove home the pleasure spearing through her. I dropped my head and drew her clit back into my mouth, sucking hard, forcing her over that edge. I speared a second finger inside of her tight passage as she came.
Her scream echoed around the room and I got my wish. It was my name on her lips, cracking through the air as she orgasmed.
I worked her body, pulling every last ounce of rapture from her until she was limp and drained below me. Sliding my tongue over her, I cleaned up the wetness coating her thighs and pussy, enjoying the fruits of my labor.
She was too tired to stop me, though there was shock there in her one pretty green eye. The other was black and blue and it was likely she’d have that shiner for a few days at least.
Finally done, I crawled up her body and gathered her against me, pressing her nose into my chest.
“What about you?” she asked softly, sleep quickly tugging at her.
I chuckled. “Some other time, Little One. Sleep.”
She was out before the order was past my lips. I tucked her in closer, enjoying the press of her body against mine.
CHAPTER16
Bailey
Men’s voices roused me from my sleep. My heart started pounding in my chest and fear clawed at my throat. Had it all been a dream? Was I still lying on the floor of that shed, waiting to be sliced up by a psychopath?
“Hey there, Beauty. You’re alright. Wake up.”
Lips brushed over my head and my eyes—well one of them, the other ached badly and stayed closed—popped open. The others had stopped talking and I realized it was Wolfe and Jasper.
Kip was lying behind me on the bed, arm wrapped around my waist. He’d been the one to wake me.
As soon as my gaze landed on Jasper, heat flared across my cheeks and my pussy clenched. If escaping my captors wasn’t a dream, it meant that waking up to his wicked face grinning at me from between my thighs probably wasn’t either.
Despite the aches and pains, there was a sated feeling as well.Oh God.He’d buried his face in my pussy and gave me the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. Ted certainly hadn’t ever wrung that amount of pleasure from my body and I’d never screamed like that before. The bastard hadn’t even asked. He just did it. I felt slightly ashamed, because that had made it so much hotter.
Jasper was watching me with those dark eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. Wolfe just shook his head and went back to their conversation.
“We’ll be getting out of here soon, Beauty.”
I rolled in Kip’s arms until I was facing him. There was worry there in his amber eyes. “What’s wrong?”
He gave me a sardonic smile. “You can already read me easily. Nothing’s wrong. I just want to get out of here so we can get you on a plane back to the States.”
“Are we in danger?” I whispered, worried that maybe more men would be coming for us.
“No. Even if Salazar had more men on the way—which he doesn’t, we made sure of it—there’s no way they’d get to you. We won’t let anything happen to you, Bailey. That first time was a fluke. I still don’t even know how they managed it. They managed to get straight into your room without passing by our rooms.”
“We’ll be figuring that out once we get home,” Wolfe said, a hard edge in his voice. “Whoever thought they’d help out Salazar is going to find out what a mistake that was.”
I blinked at the angry looks covering their faces. A warm feeling crept into my chest. It sort of felt good to have these men so pissed off that someone had dared to take me. I’d never had anyone care about me before. Even if they were only mad because it had happened on their watch, it still meant something to me. “Why do you think someone helped them?”