I snort. “You think a foursome–and maybe a dash of anilingus–is going to deter him? I don’t think so. He needs this just as much as we do.”
CHAPTER 4
Astern
I must’ve pleased some God in a former life, because this fate is more than I could ever ask for. Growing up, I was not an overly sexual person. I kept to myself, focused on piano and being a nice, respectable young lady–until everything went to shit and my whole world burned down.
Literally.
After that, I kept my head down. I’m no virginal soul by any means, but this? With Lachlan kneeling before me as he slips my heels off, to Max behind me, unzipping my dress, and Otto, staring at me while he removes his t-shirt… the sinful things I could do to the contracting muscles on his abdomen alone are…fuck.Those tiny divots on either side of his lower stomach will be the death of me.
Before I can study his body too closely, Lachlan stands up and pushes me back against the large bed. I fall just as Lachlan tugs my dress down, leaving me in my bra and knickers on a bed with three strange men. Threehotas fuck strange men. My stomach flips as all three of them come closer, watching me likepredators. Lachlan starts to remove his shirt at the same time as Max, but I shake my head.
“Keep them on,” I whisper before I can think.
Max’s eyebrows shoot up, his green eyes twinkling as he leaves his white t-shirt affixed to his muscles.
“Want me to put mine back on?” Otto asks, holding it up.
I nod. “I like–” I bite my bottom lip as my cheeks bloom with color.
Lachlan crawls on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knee. Looking down at me, I realize just how beautiful he is in normal light. They all are. Ihave tobe dreaming.
“You need to tell us what you want, darling. We’re not mind readers.”
ShouldI tell them what I like, even if some people find it weird? I’ll never see them again, so it’s not like it matters. I might as well enjoy this last moment of freedom as much as I can.
“I like it when the men are fully dressed,” I tell them quietly. “And I also like to be called names.”
I hardly know these guys, and yet here I am, spilling all of my dirtiest fantasies to them–things like a bit of violence, a bit of pain, and a hell of a lot of degradation.
Lachlan’s lips twitch as he slowly moves to remove my underwear. He pauses for a second once I’m bared to him, his finger brushing the apex of my thigh and my core gently before he discards them off to the side.
“You want us to fuck you fully clothed? Like you’re a harlot?”
I whimper, and Lachlan’s eyes darken at the sound.
“Like that?” His voice is a purr, and he reaches his hand to the front clasp of my bra, snapping it open in one fell swoop.
My knife–
The heavy thud as it falls to the ground causes me to stop breathing for a second, but none of them seem to notice that I’m armed with a weapon.
Lachlan’s hand trails down my bare stomach, coming to the soft, dark curls between my thighs. Slowly–so, torturously slowly–he slides a finger through my folds and then brings it back up in front of his face. “You’re so fucking wet, pet.” And then he brings his finger to his mouth, sucking on it slowly. “So fucking sweet,” he adds. He pushes deep inside of me and curves his finger so that it massages the inner wall I can never reach on my own.
I feel the bed dip behind me as I arch into Lachlan’s hand. Otto is hovering over me, hands on my shoulders. “I am going to watch Lachlan and my brother fuck you while you suck my cock,” he growls.
I mewl out loud, arching my back. The commanding tone–the way he gives me no choice…
In the deepest recesses of my mind, I’ve always been turned on by bullies–by the mean, commanding men who call their lovers names. I’ve always been attracted to men who can dominate women in bed. Though I’ve never actually been in a relationship like that, the thought of Max, Lachlan, and Otto fucking me with their clothes on–while calling me names–just might be the most exhilarating sexual experience I’ll ever have.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Our little pet is begging for it,” Lachlan murmurs, spreading my legs wider as he removes his finger. “I think we should make her beg harder.” He moves back to the floor and pulls my legs to the edge of the bed, kneeling on his knees until his face is lined up with my core.
And then his tongue begins to flick against my swollen bud.
“Oh God,” I groan, bucking my hips into his mouth. I see white and my eyes roll back as he slowly licks me from top to bottom and back up again.
