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His jaw hardened. His eyes darkened.
She should have been scared of him, of all three of them together. A lesser woman would have pulled away from him out of fear and it wouldn’t be because of his scars. They were scary men.But they also fascinated her.
Without breaking the hold of his gaze, she tried to touch his face again, despite the hold on her wrist. The rumbling warning should have deterred her. But she realized nothing could or would have stopped her from touching him.
He thought she was afraid of him because of his scar. He was wrong. She was afraid of him, and Sawyer and Karter included because of the way they made her feel.
Out of control. Anxious. Wild. Needy. Her body was constantly strained around them. Hot. Wet.
She used all her strength to overpower his hold on her wrist which prevented her from touching him. If he hadn’t slacked his grip on her she would have never succeeded.
Ryder growled softly at her, warning her again. But she ignored him.
Her fingers brushed his beard and her senses sizzled in excitement.
She held her breath and glided the tips of her finger over his scars, trailing down the length of them and absorbing their touch into her memory.
Her gaze shifted to his eyes.
“Ryder,” she said softly.
“I should be the one to spank you this time.”
His words, spoken roughly, melted her. She sagged against him. Memories of her first-ever and last punishment flooded her mind.
Sawyer‘s and Karter’s hands were on her. Reducing her to a pulp. Taking all her control away and laying down a new path for her.
She closed her eyes as she remembered being instructed to bend over for Ryder to remove the ginger root from inside her ass. She blushed hotly now. All the sensations they had put her through remained etched in her mind forever.
She cupped the side of his face with the whole of her palm. She then lifted herself on the tips of her toes and planted a feather-like kiss on the gashes claiming his face.
Her lips had just touched him, before Ryder flattened her even more against the wall, pinning her down completely, leaving no room between their bodies.
He roared at her in what she thought sounded like dominance and frustration combined. But then his lips crashed down on hers.
She had forgotten to breathe and when he forced his tongue between her lips she opened her mouth and gasped for air.
Ryder gave a brief reprieve before he shoved his thigh between her legs, grinding against her pussy while he deepened the kiss. He kissed her roughly. His beard reddened the skin around her mouth as he bruised her lips with his.
“You belong to us,” he breathed.“Ours,” he barked at her. He pulled her forward and she followed him blindly.
He had made room for Sawyer and Karter. She fell back against their bodies as they slipped in behind her.
He lifted her T-shirt. His large calloused palm brushed against the skin of her tummy. She purred as the hardness of his hands bruised her soft pampered skin and suddenly all she wanted was to be softer for them, only so she could feel the roughness of their touch more.
Sawyer lifted her hair off her nape and left a series of bite marks on her skin, sharp piercing stings that made her clit swell and pulse.
Karter’s hand crept under the T-shirt and took a hold of her breast. His thumb flicked across her nipple repeatedly, maddeningly. She writhed in their arms. It was all too much. Everything the three of them did played out on her body like a symphony.
Delirious with his touch, Harper inhaled sharply as Ryder slipped his hand into the track bottoms to her naked mound. Those same hard, work-roughened fingers parted her folds and dipped into her center.
Sawyer sucked her flesh and made her see stars. Karter rolled her nipple between his finger and then pinched her so hard she lost her breath. The foreignness of Ryder’s finger inside her overwhelmed her. Everything overwhelmed her and she cried out against Ryder’s mouth.
Ryder didn’t stop kissing her as he stroked her pussy, wetting his finger with her arousal. Then parting one side of her lip so Karter could stroke his thumb against her. Sawyer curled one arm around her waist and drew her against his body, taking all her weight as his hand slid to her mound and then to her clit.
She almost died at the onslaught of attention she received. Three different hands were touching her pussy and not even a single man had done so before.
They stroked her, parted folds, dipped into the flood of wetness pooled at the entrance of her pussy, took her clit between their fingers, and rolled it around before they caressed her or pressed her swollen bead until she wanted to shatter.
