"The question is, mama, do you want this? What you see is what you get." Dom’s Hispanic accent seeps through his words, soaking into my skin like a warm bath.
Blinking once, I gaze at the men surrounding me, dominating and turning me into a submissive that I would happily do anything for them. I thought I would always despise letting a man control me. But here I am. On my knees, begging practically for their touch. I’m beginning to realize the difference between ownership Cruz demanded without leaving me a choice. I want to be there, I want to be their property. Treat me like a woman, make me beg in the bedroom, and take care of me after. I was treated like an outsider in the beginning, the first moment I met Logan he mistrusted me but eventually saw the real me, past all the scars and tattoos. These guys cracked me wide up and have slowly been picking up the pieces to right a wrong they caused. I’m going to keep them, that’s my decision.
My property.
“Yes,” I answer in a breathy tone.
Tey adds more pressure on my throat before leaning forward to place his nose against my neck, inhaling loudly and letting out a moan. Dalton pets my hair, stroking his fingers through the curls and making me purr. Feels so fucking good. Nicky presses his thumb harder against my lips, making me realize he’s been feeling my lips for any lies that might slip through and finds them lacking.
I’m a hundred percent in, there isn’t any turning back.
“Good girl. Say it,” Logan suddenly demands in a voice like dark chocolate, staring down at my upturned face with a raised eyebrow.
“Your slut,” I rasp, leaning into their touches, almost desperate for attention.
I can feel how pleased the guys are, the room tense with our pent-up desire and it’s about to snap any second. I need this, it’s a better feeling than dancing. I’d rather be trapped in their grasp, saturated in pleasure, and be protected in strong arms that won’t let anything harm me.
Maybe I’ve always been cut out for this life.
If they're the bad guys then I’ll just have to become very, very bad in return.
“My Queen,” Dom practically purrs with that slight accent of his, causing goosebumps to cover every inch of my skin.
“My old lady.” Dalton grips my hair and tugs on the curls, bringing my head flush against his strong thighs.
“My beautiful, psycho killer.” I would laugh at Tey for the cute nickname but his voice sounds affectionate and happy while slightly unhinged.
Wouldn’t have him any other way.
“Ours.” Nicky, so quiet but his voice so deep that it vibrates in my ear with the truth.
This is it. Honest and open finally between each other. I’m not looked at with disgust but desire so hot that anyone looking at us would be caught on fire.
“I’m yours, my body and soul, and you're all mine.” Heat curls in my stomach at the tension thick in the air, and a small shudder runs through my body that I can almost taste their dark desires.
“You trust us?” Nicky asks, undoing his tie around his neck while never looking away from me.
“Not one bit,” I say cheekily, feeling light and fucking free.
“That’s our girl.” Logan reaches for my hand and puts it over the hard length straining his pants, squeezing his fist around our clasped fingers until I can feel every single hard inch of his cock. “No one else can do this for me. Have me coming back for more, needing their touch so badly that I feel like I’m going crazy. I need you, Tillie.”
I swear he just cracked my chest wide open and pulled my pulsing heart out into the palm of his hands.
“Real smooth, Romeo. Who knew you were a fucking poet?” Tey says to Logan before gazing back at me with a smirk, his tongue licking over his bottom lip as he stares at me. “No peeking, Peaches. Let us worship you.”
I should be scared but fuck if my pussy doesn’t flutter at his words.
The silk tie Nicky untied from his neck is placed over my eyes, blocking my view. Everything is heightened now. All I can hear is my own breathing, and my skin tingles with awareness. A hand slides down my arm, making me jump at the contact.
“So sensitive,” Nicky whispers, the heat of his words against my earlobe before he moves away.
I’m suddenly lifted into strong arms, cradled in a hold with one hand palming my ass and the other under my shoulders. My lips twitch knowing that Dalton is carrying me. No one has big biceps like him, I could cuddle into those bad boys forever.
He places me on my feet, not saying anything as he steps away so quietly I can’t place where he went. A pair of smooth, plump lips glide over the pounding pulse of my neck, making me tilt my head back on a moan. Open-mouthed kisses are placed on the other side of my neck and I have to reach out to hold onto the edge of the desk as my ass makes contact with the surface of the hardwood as my knees wobble.
My lips part, moans spilling out as I feel every little touch. My nipples pebble almost painfully as a big hand grips my left breast, massaging me and pinching my nipples into hard pebbles. I let out a whimper and bite my bottom lip, trying to hold in the needy sound.
“Don’t hold back those beautiful noises. Shirt off, baby girl,” Logan growls out in front of me and I lift my arms up as my shirt is pulled over my head.
