Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“This whole week has been a lot, and you’re all doing a really good job making me forget that. Don’t stop now.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, bossy,” he says, his deep growl sending shivers through me and raising goosebumps on my arms.
His smirk doesn’t leave his lips as he backs off the bed, pulling me with him so I have to stand up, too. He holds me in place with one hand, tilting my head back so I have to look down my nose to see what he’s doing, and with the other, he’s tugging my T-shirt up. “I wanna see all of you before we play.”
Honestly, all he’d have to do is ask, but when they take control like this, it’s so much hotter. It makes me feel owned, possessed. They’re such contradictions, going through the world like a big middle finger to what people expect from them. Living outside the law and flirting with death, but loving and playing so fiercely at the same time.
Mad Dog reaches around from behind me, working my fly open. As my shirt is pushed up under my arms, Riptide pops my bra strap and the support suddenly vanishes. I raise my arms, giving Rebel the chance to pull my shirt up over my head. When it gets to my wrists, instead of taking it all the way off, he twists and puts a knot in it so I'm effectively handcuffed.
“That’s more like it. Keep you outta trouble.”
I wet my lips nervously and pull at the knot. If I worked at it, I could get myself out of my impromptu bondage, but I’d rather see where he’s going with this. I have nothing to lose and a whole lot to gain by letting the guys do what they want with me.
“Oh, no. I’m trapped,” I say with a grin.
Mad Dog tugs my jeans and panties down together, just as Riptide slips his big hands around my torso and under my loose bra to cup my vulnerable breasts. It doesn’t take long at all before I’m totally naked, other than the shirt tied around my wrists.
Rebel hands my wrists to Riptide. “Here, keep her still.”
It’s not easy to concentrate with Riptide’s spare hand playing with my breasts and teasing my nipples, and Mad Dog kissing down my spine as he cups my ass and strokes my thighs.
Rebel grips the bottom of his shirt and pulls. It clings to his ripped and tattooed torso like it’s just as desperate to touch it as I am. And he doesn’t stop there. The way his muscles ripple as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down has my mouth watering. His powerful thighs flex as he steps out of them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. They leave very little to the imagination, especially the length of cock that’s straining to break free.
“You gonna be a good girl for us?” Rebel asks. His throaty voice is like the growl of a lion, sexy and lethal at the same time.
I nod. I’ll do anything they ask me to.
A sharp smack on my ass makes me yelp, more from surprise than any real pain. “Answer when he asks you a question, honey,” Mad Dog orders.
“Y-yes?”
“You aren’t sure?” Riptide gives my nipple a little squeeze and it sends lightning bolts of pleasure through me.
“Yes!” I repeat, sounding as sure as I can manage under the circumstances.
“Better,” Rebel growls, then pulls his briefs down. He’s thick, hard, and the tip of him is pointing right at me. I lick my lips.
“I think she likes what she sees,” Riptide says as he leans in next to my ear and nips it. “But does she know what to do with it?”
Rebel points at the rug in front of him. “On your knees.”
I kneel, supported by Mad Dog and Riptide, until I find my balance. Rebel steps forward, putting his glistening cock right in front of my face.
“Open.”
I do, but he stops me as I lean in.
“I just said open. I didn’t say anything else.” Even when bossing me around, there’s a hint of playful laughter in his tone, but we’re playing by rules I don’t know yet, and I think that’s the point. I part my lips, then wait for his next command.
The way Riptide’s holding my wrists, I’m forced to arch my back, pushing my breasts out on display. Mad Dog’s right behind me, so I can’t move away even if I wanted to. I’m trapped between the three of them, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.
Rebel comes to me. The head tastes just a little salty as he pushes it into my mouth. He puts his hand on my head and then thrusts, just a little in and out, using my mouth. “Tighten your lips, Mel.”