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“Yes, sir?” I question, but all three men just laugh mockingly in response.
“As much as I like you calling me that, it’s not what I’m looking for. Say it, kitten, tell us what you are,” he murmurs as he fists my hair and yanks my head roughly back.Oh.
“I’m your dirty little cock hungry slut,” I cry out.
Zander slaps my soaking wet, bare pussy, “And?” he growls.
“And I love it. All of it. I’m soaking wet for your cocks,” I whimper as Mario tugs my hair again. It pulls on my scalp and while it hurts, it adds to the overwhelming sensitivity they are creating all over my body.
“Good girl. Now strip,” Mario chides as he shoves me forward by his hold on my hair.
I stumble into Rook, barely catching myself on his shoulders. He’s eye level with my middle and he quickly bends and latches onto my inner thigh with his teeth, biting,hard.I cry out at the unexpected hurt. Rook stands, smirks, and slaps my ass before dropping onto the sofa.
Zander follows, plopping down next to Rook as he does something on his phone. Mario walks over to the bar and fills up three glasses with dark liquor. He passes one to each of the other men before looking at me for a moment and then filling another glass. He saunters over to where I’m still standing in the middle of the room, dress still rucked up around my waist, pussy on display, garter, stockings, and heels partially covering my lower half.
Honestly, I’m too turned on to question any of this and too nervous to adjust my dress without their command.
“Drink,” Mario demands as he holds the glass up to my lips. I tip my head back, accepting the liquid courage. Hot, spicy whiskey burns my throat but I savor it, drinking every last drop. “Such a good, kitten,” he praises. Mario wraps his large hand around my throat, and tugs me into him, kissing me aggressively. He coaxes my tongue into his mouth and sucks hard before releasing me. “Tastes even better off your tongue. Now get naked.”
He joins his friends, sitting on the arm of the sofa and sipping on his drink.Your Guilty Pleasure by Henry Versuscomes through the central speaker system, interrupting the silence. I can do this. They already want me. I’m hot as fuck and I just have to get naked.
Easy.
CHAPTER TEN
She’safuckingvixen.
The moment we saw her at Sanctum, our gym, we wanted her. She watched us for months. Quietly and from afar. Any time we’d get near her, she’d jump and skitter away like a scared little kitten. Her behavior solidified that even though we wanted her, we’d never be able to have her. We don’t do gentle and we don’t fuck with women who want it that way.
And then her sister approached us and told us the situation. Low and behold, the little scared kitten is a closet freak. A sexy as sin woman who has dreams of being a slutty little whore.
For us.
We can work with that. We can pretend to be the men from her books. The men who are honorable during the day but demeaning and pleasure-inducing at night. Men who love their woman and take care of her in and out of the bed. Yeah, we can pretend if that’s what she needs. Cause that sure as fuck isn’t who we are.
We aren’t sweet, caring, and loving. We aren’t gentle. We aren’t honorable. We aren’t the heroes in this story. We are the motherfucking villains.
But tonight, we’ll be whatever the fuck she wants us to be. Mario, Zander and Rook. The men of her wildest fantasies.
“I thought we told you to strip,” Zander grunts as he settles back into the couch.
I bring my whiskey up to my lips as I watch our little kitten bite her lip nervously. That just won’t do. There’s no room for nerves tonight. Not if she wants to be owned, wrecked, and manhandled.
She looks at me and I arch a brow at her, expectantly. She immediately straightens her spine and exhales a deep breath as she rights the hem of the dress. Rook goes to protest and she shakes her head before giving him a sly smirk.
There’s the vixen.
Violet begins to rock her hips sensually to the beat of the song. She sways slowly, running her hands down her body. She closes her eyes and tips her head back, allowing the song to enter her bloodstream just as the alcohol did. She’s getting more comfortable and relaxed with every sexy sway of her hips.
The little kitten’s hands slide up her long, toned thighs that are covered in those sexy fucking stockings. She swirls her hips, grinding the air as she moves in a circle, giving us her backside. She throws her head back, her long purple hair swaying across her back as she runs her fingers through the curls.
I’m fucking entranced. Looking over at my cousin and best friend, I see the same looks on their faces. Gazes locked on her, cocks hard as steel. Rook is rubbing his dick over his pants, probably fighting the urge to pull his cock out. Z’s hands are behind his head as though he hasn’t got a care in the world but I can tell from his pinched brows and tense jaw that he’s affected as fuck.
I look back at the woman whose putting on a striptease and moving her body like a siren. She lifts up the back of her dress, giving us her bare ass cheeks. She bends over, putting her perfect swollen cunt on display as she glides her hands up her legs. She looks back at us over her shoulder, bent over, she pulls her lip between her teeth seductively.
Fuck.She hasn’t even stripped yet and I’m finding it hard to not jump up and fuck her.
The song changes toCloser by Kings of Leon.I throw a questioning look at Rook and he just smirks and shrugs. Fuckin hipster. I doubt it’s going to have the desired effect until Violet starts to really move to it. She finally reaches for the zipper of that tight little barely-there dress she’s wearing and slowly, so fucking slowly, begins to lower it.
