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I’ve been trying to stay still, trying to keep from thrashing and writhing on the couch from what Ransom is doing to me, but it gets to be too hard. My hips buck up, and Malice takes the gun away from my skin for a second to glare at both of us.
“You’re making her move too much,” he says. “I’m almost done.”
“Sorry,” Ransom replies, sounding anything but.
“Here.” Vic rises from his spot on a nearby chair, coming over to join us and sitting on the other side of me on the couch. “I’ll help.”
My breath hitches when he puts his hands on me. One goes to my thigh, holding it down with a surprising amount of force, while the other hand grips my shoulder, keeping my back pressed against the back of the couch.
He’s not touching me the same way Ransom is, but it’s the first time he’severtouched me, and that’s enough to kick my pulse into overdrive.
Between Ransom working me up with his hand and Victor holding me in place, I have so much more to focus on besides just the painful press of the tattoo gun against my chest. Nerve endings I didn’t even know I had flare to life, and I feel like I might burst out of my skin from the overwhelming rush of it all. Like my body isn’t big enough to contain all the things I’m feeling.
It goes on for several minutes, the sharp buzz of pain mixing with the slow burn of pleasure, and I feel almost like I might float away if Victor weren’t here to hold me down.
I’m going to come, I realize. I’m going to fall apart right here on the couch, surrounded by all three of the brothers. The sensations inside me are building to a crescendo, pushing me closer and closer to the top of a dizzyingly high peak.
“Almost done.”
Malice’s eyes narrow as he puts a few finishing touches on the tattoo, going over the lines and making sure they’re perfect. The pain from the gun being dragged over already sensitive areas makes me whine softly, and my clit throbs in response.
“You’re doing so well,” Ransom murmurs in my ear, his breath warm. “You’re so close.”
“I am,” I gasp out. “I’m so—”
Malice takes the gun away and switches it off, finished with the tattoo, and that’s the exact moment that my orgasm finally crests. The absence of the pain makes all the pleasure inside me feel even more intense, and I come hard, writhing in Vic’s grasp as it hits me like a freight train.
It seems to keep going and going, wave after wave of pleasure cascading over me, keeping me locked in its grip until every last drop is wrung out of me.
When it finally subsides, I go a little limp on the couch, breathing hard. Victor lets me go and moves back to his chair, and Malice gets to his feet, stepping back.
They all look at me, taking in the sight I must make, and Ransom grins.
“Holy shit. That was fucking beautiful,” he says. His fingers are still in my pants, and he gives my clit a few teasing strokes, making me shiver all over again.
I’m so sensitive, every part of me still buzzing and alive with sensation.
Still working to catch my breath, I look down at my chest, trying to make out the tattoo Malice gave me. It’s a small, stylized image with the numbers 2 and 4 winding around each other, done in Malice’s signature brand of beautiful and chaotic artwork. I don’t know what made him choose this design, but I like it.
When I glance up at the dark-haired man, I find him staring right back at me.
“What does it mean?” I ask.
He just keeps staring down at me, an inscrutable little smile on his face. “It means you have a tattoo now,” he says. “Just like us.”
Before I can roll my eyes and press him for a more clear answer than that, Ransom pulls his hand out of my pants, teasing me a little more as his fingers drag against my clit on the way out.
I drag in a breath and turn to look at him.
His fingers are wet with the evidence of my arousal, and his eyes sparkle with heat and amusement as he holds them out to me.
“We had dinner, but not dessert,” he murmurs. “You’re so sweet, pretty girl. You should taste yourself and see how fucking delicious it is.”
My heart skips a beat as he moves them toward my mouth, and I part my lips, letting him slide two fingers against my tongue. The sweet tang of my own arousal bursts in my mouth, and I whimper softly, licking his fingers the way I saw him do after he made me come in his bed. I don’t look away from him while I do it, and his blue-green eyes glitter like a sun drenched ocean as he watches me.
When he finally slides his fingers out of my mouth, he kisses me, tangling his tongue with mine like he’s trying to chase the taste of everything I just lapped up.
It leaves me even more breathless, and I feel dazed in the best way as I grab on to his shirt with one hand to steady myself.
