“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” the black-masked one adds with a low whistle.
My face burns with humiliation and rage because they’re talking about me like I’m some object, rather than a woman.
“Gentlemen,” Xavier addresses them. “Perfect timing.”
I renew my struggles, bucking against the restraints until my shoulders scream in protest. The leather bench creaks under my frantic movements, but the bonds hold firm.
“Please,” I gasp, hating how desperate I sound but unable to stop the word from escaping. “Don’t do this.”
Xavier’s hands settle on my hips, his touch burning through the thin red silk. “Begging already? But we’re just getting started.”
The fabric slides up my thighs as he pushes the skirt higher, exposing more of my skin to the cool air. I try to clamp my legs together, but the restraints keep me spread wide and vulnerable.
“Beautiful,” one of the other masked men murmurs.
Xavier’s palms smooth along the backs of my thighs, parting them further despite my resistance. I bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood.
Then his mouth is on me, hot and demanding, and I gasp in shock at the sudden sensation.
Xavier's tongue moves against me, finding every sensitive spot like he's catalogued my weaknesses a thousand times before. The skill is undeniable—better than any lover I’ve ever had—and I respond in kind despite my mind’s screaming protests.
My hips buck as he works me with relentless expertise.A moan escapes before I can bite it back, and I hate myself for it.
"I love that sound," Xavier murmurs against me. "Let me hear you."
The two masked men move closer, positioning themselves directly in my line of sight. I expect them to join in and make this nightmare even worse, but instead, they just watch. Their eyes burn behind their masks as they observe Xavier’s assault on my senses.
Then something completely unexpected happens.
The man in the silver mask reaches over and slides his hand down the front of the black-masked man’s pants. His fingers wrap around his hard cock, and he starts stroking.
“Stop,” the black-masked man hisses, but his hips thrust into the silver-masked man’s grip. “I don’t want this.”
“Why not?” Silver Mask’s voice carries dark amusement. “Look how hard you are from watching her.”
I should be horrified by this display happening right in front of me. At the same time, Xavier continues his relentless feast between my legs. But instead, heat floods through me as I watch these two powerful men grapple for dominance.
The black-masked man grabs his companion’s wrist, trying to pull him away, but the silver-masked man doesn’t relent. If anything, he pumps faster, his thumb circling what must be the head.
“Fuck,” the black-masked man groans, throwing hishead back and exposing the strong column of his throat beneath the mask’s edge.
The raw, masculine dominance play happening before my eyes sends a flood of arousal to my core. Watching a hunter submit to the other while Xavier’s tongue works magic between my legs creates a perfect storm of sensation.
Xavier seems completely unbothered by his companions’ display, his focus entirely on drawing every possible response from my unwilling body. His tongue flicks against me in a rhythm that has my vision blurring at the edges.
I gasp—sharp, involuntarily. He doesn’t stop.
He’s only just begun.
19
XAVIER
The taste of her floods my senses as I flick my tongue against her slick heat. Christ, she’s perfect—responsive despite her protests, arching her back even as she fights the restraints. My free hand wraps around my aching cock, stroking in rhythm with each flick of my tongue.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way her thighs tremble, hear it in the breathless gasps she can’t quite suppress. But what really gets my blood racing is how much wetter she became the moment Julian’s hand disappeared into Elliot’s pants.
Fucking beautiful.
