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Drake had mentioned how incredibly tight she had been when he had removed the sex toy from her pussy. And the way she reacted to being touched by him, he was certain she was still a virgin. When Drake had delivered that information, he had unleashed something else inside them.
A fucking virgin. Untouched by any other man. Not that it would matter if she weren’t a virgin.
They wanted to own her. Mark her as their property. Let the world know she belonged to them. But she didn’t fit in their world. She was too sweet, too fucking beautiful. Innocent.
They were monsters and they would devour her whole. They didn’t own her yet and already the thought of any other man touching her boiled their blood. They may have gotten a bit soft when they spared Ace’s life but if another man so much as touched her or looked at her, they would kill him with their bare hands and keep their heads as trophies.
Yeah, she had to go.
They wanted this business with Jules over.
“Pull your pants down, Lorelei, and bend over the table.”
“No,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She did a good job of hiding her delectable body with clothes that were too big and baggy for her. But each of them knew the hot curves, the full breasts, the perfect little nipples, the pretty pussy she was hiding.
“Is that your final answer, sweetheart?”
She swung her gorgeous face in Drake’s direction. “Yes.”
“You do know that’s twice in a row you disobeyed two instructions, right?” Ian helped her see what a deep hole she was digging for herself.
“Last time. We asked you to pull down your pants only and bend over the table. Still, no?”
“Still no.”
“So be it,” Ian said, then retrieved his cell phone from his pocket.
She had escalated things to another level now.
~~~***~~~
Lorelei remained inplace, her shoulders straight, her chin raised. She was not going to pull her pants down, bend over the table, and let Justin use his belt on her. She had done the right thing, by warning Morgan and she would stand by that.
If they wanted to spank her then they’d have to come and get her. But she was sticking by the principle of it and that was all.
It annoyed her that her nipples strained through her baggy t-shirt despite her wearing a bra. And that her panties were uncomfortably wet. She didn’t know why she was aroused. How could this arouse her at all?
She had been kidnapped, held prisoner, and now three of the most fascinating, most indescribably gorgeous, and unequivocal dangerous men had threatened to take their belt to her ass. That’s what had aroused her? Her helplessness against them? That no matter what she did or said they would do what they wanted with her?
As if they had taken away her control and that had set her body on fire.
She physically shook her head. She was being impossible. She couldn’t allow her body to have a say as far as they were concerned. In her head, she knew they were going to make an example out of Morgan for daring to cross them.
That should be the only thing that mattered to her.
Panic prickled her skin as she watched both Ian and Drake remove their jackets and roll up their sleeves. She closed her eyes against the sight of their equally splendid forearms. She couldn’t take anymore.
She sucked in a huge breath when Drake closed the distance between them. His cologne hit her first then his heat.
She swallowed nervously. Part of her mind frantically wondered why Ian had retrieved his phone when she had made her final decision not to obey. Who was he texting and why? Did it have anything to do with her? Was she just being paranoid?
“If you had just listened, Lorelei,” Drake murmured.
A ping sound echoed around the apartment. Ian went to answer the door and brought back with him a brown paper bag that contained what, she had no idea.
But it all looked too ominous for her comfort.
She froze when Drake moved behind her. He grasped the hem of her loose-fitting T-shirt and dragged it up her body.
