Page 11 of Three Suave Billionaires and a Fake Chauffeur

Chapter Nine

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Lucy

"It'll be in your best interest if you tell us everything, sweetheart."

"I can't... I can't..." I sob. My body has opened up; somehow, their stinging strikes converted into deviant pleasure, and I'm not thinking straight anymore.

Out of nowhere, my clit starts to pulse. Fresh wetness streams from me, and I can't do anything to stop it. I'm only consumed with one thought: I want them to touch me. I need them to touch me. I will die if they don't touch my pussy with their hands and their cocks.

I have to get out of here.

"Please," I say instead, my body betraying me in the worst way possible. I try to stop myself from grinding my hips. I try to stop myself from asking them to...

"Touch me, please," I whimper, my ignominy complete. There is no coming back from this now.

I have no idea what to think when Warren unbinds me from the desk. I stand up slowly, covering my breasts with my arm and my private parts with my hand.

"Please," I whisper, again not knowing what I'm begging for.

"You belong to us. You're ours. Every single inch of you is ours. Your lips. Your breasts. Your pussy. Your ass. Your mind. All ours. Do you understand?"

I don't understand. Not a single word they're saying to me.

"But..."

"No buts. Just say you belong to us, Lucy," Warren says, his tone gentle.

"I belong to you," I whisper. As if my words unleash them completely, they charge toward me, three gloriously handsome men I don't have a single clue how to handle, but it doesn't matter.

I'm crushed against them as they take possession of my mouth. Peter first. He kisses me exactly the way I'd imagined he would. He threads his finger into the nape of my neck, and pulling on my strands, he makes me silently beg for his mouth by pressing myself closer until my body is flush against his.

My hand clutching his shirt, I tip a little closer and run my tongue over his lip. Peter growls at me before he takes my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it until I'm begging for air, but I don't want him to stop either. He kisses me deeply, demandingly, dominating every part of my soul with his blue eyes. When he's done, he's left a bruise on my lip that Warren immediately kisses better, his lips so soft and gentle on me, I sigh with new need.

But while he feasts on my lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue, he takes my hand to his cock and scorches the skin off my palm.

I press against him, mesmerized by the feel of him, awed and terrified of the size of him. I trace his hardness and feel him pulse against me. The power makes me heady, and I want to get into his pants. But Warren, still kissing me so softly, lifts me up and forces me to straddle his hips, placing my pussy against his colossal length and mind-blowing thickness. My pussy shudders against him until the thought of him penetrating brings me back to reality. Warren issued a warning to me. If I wanted to touch his naked cock, I had to be able to take him inside me as well. Dear God, help.

Max doesn't kiss my lips. Instead, he plants kisses all over my face, my jaw, and my neck, and then takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks. The sensation is so maddeningly sensual and erotic, I want him to bite me so he can quell the swelling need inside me.

Except all he does is take my breasts into his hands so he can run his tongue from one nipple to the other before he suckles on them so deeply, my womb contracts and my clit pulses.

His mouth leaves behind a glistening mess, teasing me, taunting me until I feel as if I could come with his mouth on my nipples alone. I'm so desperate to touch myself, I throw myself at him until finally, he slips his hand between my thighs and at last claims my lips.

With one single brush of his thumb over my clit, I explode into a climax so earth-shattering, my knees give in. Max chuckles as he picks me up and carries me upstairs to the bedroom.

He lays me down on a massive bed, and then, parting my legs, he takes my pussy into his mouth. The surge of electricity that sparks through me can light up a city.

My back arches as he takes my clit between his teeth before he laps it with his tongue. I come again, in his mouth, and he sucks me up until I'm just a quivering hot mess.

The instant Max deserts me, Peter and Warren take his place. I'm going to implode. Explode. I don't know which. As Peter takes my clit into his mouth now, Warren rubs the lip of my swollen labia between his forefinger and thumb, opening me up so he can slide his tongue into my opening.

I nearly jolted straight off, but Max slides in next to me, and then he opens his mouth on my breasts and the evidence of my cum all over my nipples before he licks it off again.

Another orgasm violent in nature rips from the very heart of my soul. My body vibrates under them, and yet all they've done is unleash more need inside me.

I have no idea what any of this means. I have no idea what happens tomorrow. While I was waiting patiently—well, I didn't have a choice, seeing as how they put me in chastity panties—for them to finish their meeting with the Albanian mafia, I had secretly searched for Genevieve Raj on my phone.