I am half-horrified, half turned on.
But I stay, completely exposed to them as my body quivers from exertion. I feel Lachlan come to one side, and Otto on the other as they run their fingers along my skin, brushing my hair out of my sweaty face. Max continues to rub my hips and ass.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. I feel something slide down my legs as he pats my ass cheek softly. “Our cum looks so good leaking down your creamy thighs, but I think I prefer it deep inside of you.”
His words cause me to shiver, but then he pats my ass again, and I take that as an indication that I can sit up now. When I do, they’re all zipping up their trousers and watching me carefully.
“That was…” I trail off, holding a sheet up to cover myself. My eyes glance to the clock on the side table, and my eyes nearly bulge out. “Oh, fuck. It’s nearly four in the morning,” I groan, standing quickly.
Snatching my dress, I pull it on without bothering to find my bra or panties. Slipping into my heels, I give them all a soft smile–but they’re watching me like predators.
My skin tingles as Otto speaks, and before I can protest, he grabs a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down. “We’re going to need to see you again, darling. Here’s my number.” His darkened pupils regard me, and I take the scrap of paper from his hand. “Don’t lose it.”
I nod and open the bedroom door. “Thank you for tonight.”
Quickly slipping through the door, I walk down the stairs.
“Quinn!” I hiss. “Let’s go!”
Quinn saunters out of the kitchen looking thoroughly fucked–probably similar to me, in fact. Her eyes widen at my appearance, but she nods as we walk over to the marble entryway table, grabbing our handbags.
“Hold on, did you–”
“Not now,” I hiss. “It’s four in the bloody morning. We need to get back to the hotel.”
“Yeah, let’s get the hell out of here,” she mumbles, straightening her top.
As I reach for the front door, I glance back up at the stairway. My skin prickles when I see Lachlan, Otto, and Max watching me from the second story.
I don’t have time for them–for any of this.
Tomorrow, my life will not be my own.
I take the piece of paper that Otto handed me and set it on the table.
And I swear to god, when I look back up at them, I can see the way Otto’s eyes darken as I take a step away.
It’s almost…menacing.
I glance around the posh townhouse, my eyes flicking to the swords and furniture that screamold money,wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself mixed up with.
WhoI’d gotten mixed up with.
I’d just had a one-night stand with three strangers.
Thank fucking God I’d never have to see them again.
CHAPTER 5
Max
“What are the chances we can use our newfound profession to track her down?” Otto muses, holding a tumbler of something alcoholic as I brush my teeth.
“Only you would join the Lords of Darkness so that you could fuck more people,” I mumble, spitting the toothpaste out.
I’ve changed into pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, and unlike me, Otto is wearing a dark purple, velvet dressing gown as if it’s not almost five in the morning.
“Itisa very prestigious occupation,” he adds, tilting his head. “If I’m going to put myself in danger every single day, I think I should at least have the opportunity to fuck people whenever I want to.”
