Page 102 of Stolen Trophy


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“Maybe.” I shrug, even as Gage steps up next to me, his fist darting out. The punch actually rocks Chaz’s chair back.

“You speak to her like that one more time, and you’re a dead man. I don’t care what she says, I’ll rip you apart with my bare hands and leave you here for them to photograph and sell across the world with your tiny balls in your mouth.”

The threat shouldn’t turn me on, but it does, and so does the power at finally being free and being with them.

Chaz pales, blood dripping down his busted nose and over his lip to his shirt. Just then, hands slide around my waist, slowly working their way up to cup my breasts. I lean back into them without hesitation. Despite my plans, despite where we are, I lose myself in them for a moment.

Their control over my body and my desire is so absolute, I’m already dripping.

The danger, the power has me almost panting as I keep my eyes locked on Chaz.

“Maybe we should show him exactly what he missed.” Archer’s tone comes out serious and stern in my ear, his cold mask pressed against my neck making me shiver, despite his big hands massaging my breasts through my shirt. “Perhaps we should show him the truth of exactly who he had in his bed and let go.” He spins me, sliding his hands down to cup my ass and hoist me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist as I peer down at his grinning LED mask, wishing I could see his face.

“Let’s show him you are ours.”

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