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She watched Justin wipe his hands clean of blood. Ian used a napkin to scrub out the crimson stain on his white shirt. Drake poured a drink, his knuckles still bloodied.
Suddenly they came toward her. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t escape them.
An orgasm raked through her as she stood there, as they forced her to look at them. She wanted to stop it. But she couldn’t. She didn’t wish to.
Glimpses of Justin touching her naked body, of him catching her when she had stumbled over the ottoman in Morgan’s living room. The scalding heat his hand had left on the small of her spine that she had felt through the thickness of her robe. The breathlessness he had created just being that near to her.
A montage of Ian tossing her over his shoulder, his large, calloused hand gripping the flesh of her naked thigh to hold her in place.
That same hand touched her soaking wet pussy to remove the small piece of the sex toy that had gotten stuck inside her. She gasped and pressed herself against his body, against his cock without realizing what she was doing.
Drake parted her folds, his finger flicking over her clit to get to her center which had made her knees weak and her pussy wetter. The feel of him touching inside her, the most intimate private part of her body and she hadn’t even protested when Ian lifted her leg to open her up wider for him.
The way he had curled his finger around the toy and then rolled it out of her. He had been so gentle, but she dripped so much she soaked his finger with her arousal. The dark warning he had issued of payback when she bit him. Was he going to bite her back?
Those images merged into one and then they were touching her. Six hands were all over her body. Three mouths, biting, sucking, licking her, marking her. Three cocks inside her.
Their cocks inside her...
She leaped from the bed in a cold sweat, her T-shirt under the hoodie she wore clung wetly to her.
She rubbed her face and told herself it was a dream. A nightmare... if she ignored the fact that her panties were soaked through, and her nipples still ached to be touched.
Chapter Nine
Lorelei managed tofall asleep again but woke up way too early the next morning.
She had no idea what the day would hold but it couldn’t be anything good. How could it be when she had been captured by the mafia and they were using her to get their money back?
Again, she repeated inside her head that no matter what they did to her, she couldn’t say anything about Morgan, about the cabin, anything at all. If they found him they would kill him. Just like the man called Ace. She could still hear his cries echo around in her head.
She gingerly rose from the bed, opened her overnight bag, grabbed fresh clothing, and entered the en suite bathroom. Everything was sheer luxury, from the marble bathtub to the gold-rimmed mirrors.
She took a shower that felt as if she were standing under a waterfall and used the guest soap to clean up. After that she dressed in another track pants and a loose T-shirt, yeah fashion wasn’t her strong point. She had made sure that was the image she portrayed to her mother if only to be left alone. She wore skirt suits for work and jeans, track pants and shorts seldomly on the weekends.
Her stomach dropped when the knuckles of someone rapped against the door.
