Page 55 of Road to Redemption

“I can exp—” but before I could finish my sentence, Spencer was shaking her head at me with a wicked grin.

“Look at you, Bunny. Didn’t think you had it in ya.”

“You guys were teaming up on me!” I threw up my hands. “I was just leveling the playing field!”

“You’re gonna regret that, Viper.” Dom growled, slamming her palms down on the coffee table. “At my table, cheaters always pay their due.”

31

KIERA

My legs were still exhausted from our fuckfest on the plane, but one look at Dom’s dark scowl and adrenaline took over. I burst up from the couch and tried to make a run for it, but the three of them had me surrounded against a wall.

Taking my chances, I bolted to the left, hopping over the couch cushions and praying I could find a bedroom with a lock on the door. But before I could clear the chaise, Leo’s rough hand hooked into my hip, pulling me down onto her lap with a slam.

“Where do you think you’re going, Princess? I want what I won.”

Before I could stammer out a response, she was ripping down my bra, pinching my nipple between two strong fingers until I yelped. But my squeals only egged her on.

“God, what pretty sounds you make.” She cupped my breast with a coarse palm, using her other hand to rip through the clasp and toss the wasted bra aside.

My head fell back into her palm with a gasp as she lowered her lips to my chest, nipping and sucking at my tit with expert cadence. I thought I might melt right there in her lap, when suddenly a hand closed around my ankle and dragged me across the chaise on my back.

When I caught my bearings, Spencer was on all fours, hovering over my pussy with a hungry grin. “What are you still doing in these?”

Her fingers slid under the elastic leg of my panties while her thumb rubbed firm circles into my clit. The reaction was instant — I was still sensitive from her taking me on the plane.

As my back arched against the couch cushions, my mouth opened just enough for Leo to slip her fingers between my lips. “Suck them, pretty girl.”

I did as Leo said, taking her into the back of my throat while Spencer peeled the wet underwear away from my core. “Fuck, you’ve got such a beautiful pussy, Bunny.”

She didn’t wait for my acknowledgement before sliding two fingers inside of me, curling to massage my wall with each thrust. “I can’t believe you tried to deny us this.”

Filled on either end by my gentlest protectors, it was hard to remember why I had tried so hard to win the card game. What was victory if not the ecstasy of their attention?

Then the scrape of metal against the polished concrete floor reminded me exactly what I’d feared. While my angels had been busy distracting and stripping me, my tormentor had stalked across the loft to drag the mirror closer to the poker table.

They’re always fucking teaming up on me.

And while Spencer and Leo were mindful of my soreness even as they stripped me, I knew for a fact Dom wouldn’t be gentle. If anything, she’d use my exhaustion to add a layer to my punishment.

Not too late to run.

Catching Leo and Spence off guard, I swung my legs down from the couch and tried to run before Dom could close the gap between us. But somewhere in the commotion, all of the playing cards had ended up on the floor. And with one sock still on, it was like running through an oil slick.

I hadn’t made it three steps before falling flat on my face.

Shit. Shit!

I tried to push off the ground, but before I could manage it, I was hoisted to my feet by the back of my neck. Dom’s crushing grip pulled at hair and skin alike as she held me up in front of the mirror.

I couldn’t turn my head, but I could see the rage seething from her every pore in the mirror. Her eyes darkened, and tension rippled through her broad shoulders and ropey arms. Her lip curled into a menacing scowl, and she looked just about ready to bite as the heat of her hiss washed over my neck. “Silly Viper. There’s no escaping me.”

In the mirror, I could see the terror washing over my face and was helpless to stop it. She was an exacting monster. And if she thought that I had stolen something from her, she wasn’t going to stop until I’d paid it back two-fold.

But it wasn’t just my fear that I could see in the mirror. Licking their lips hungrily, my angels hovered over either shoulder of my reflection, waiting desperately to claim their prize.

Dom’s lip curled as she locked eyes with them through the mirror. “You two are too soft with her. Keep spoiling her when what she really needs is a lesson. I’m the only one who keeps our brat in line.”