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What was it about her? Her bossiness? He knew it was her bossiness that made him want to spank her like he had never wanted to so badly before, just to see how her ass reddened, either with his hand, his belt, or a flogger. Simon wanted to spank that bossiness out of her. Not permanently, no, because he wanted to keep spanking her.
He knew Henry wanted to push her to her limits and then send her flying over them, just like he lived his life.
And Asher would want to play with her for hours on end, just to drive her completely crazy.
They couldn’t wait to see her next move.
“Thank you for your cooperation. It’s very much appreciated. Anthony, to the Brairbrook hangar, please.”
Well, that was fun,” Henry said, opening the door before good ol’ Anthony got a chance to start the car.
“Wait, where are you going?” she asked panickedly, pushing Henry back into the seat. But then Asher said his goodbyes, too, and by now, she was flushed so prettily that Simon wanted to lick the heat from her cheeks.
“Anthony,” she called, and the chauffeur tossed her a brown paper bag before he locked the doors, which would prove futile since even Anthony knew he was no match for any of them.
“No,” she shouted while ripping open the brown bag. She retrieved a set of handcuffs—not ordinary ones, but pink, fluffy ones.
“You three are the worst. First, I get mistaken for an uptight librarian by this one,” she said, cuffing her wrist to Asher’s.
“Then this one,” she said, cuffing her wrist to Henry’s, “pushes me out of a moving freaking plane, a million feet in the air.
“And you,” she said directly to Simon as she lifted her knee and pressed it down onto his, sweet inches away from his cock, thinking it was enough to hold him in place. “You fired me. I have never been fired from a job in all my life.”
Did she even know she was making them incredibly hard for her now?
“You three are entitled, spoiled, stubborn, arrogant, insufferable, and infuriating. I have been nothing but patient and accommodating while being mistaken for a hooker, almost killed while I plunged to the earth, and then fired from a job I didn’t even have.
“And if you think I’m subscribing to your megalomaniacal proclivities, you’re wrong. I’m not a groupie.
“Now you’re going to sit like this until we get to the hangar. Then we’re going to fly to New York. You’re going to wear the damn tuxedos I picked out for you tomorrow night and attend your stepmother’s thirty-fifth birthday party because that would make my boss and your father a happy man.
“And you will be civil and as pleasant as a cupcake throughout the whole thing. And then we will part ways, and I hope never to see any one of you ever again.”
They were going to fuck her.
Every way possible.
And then they were going to keep her tied to their bed.
It should have caused some momentary concern that they felt this intensely for this woman they hadn’t known since an hour ago or so, especially since they had never shared a woman before. Not even once.
But suddenly, seeing her spread wide for all three of their pleasures felt like the most right thing in the world.
All they knew was that they were going to stretch her sweet, soft body and then fill her with their hard, thick cocks in every hole she had. They were going to make her come until they could feel her spasms on their cocks, whether they were inside her pussy or her ass, or whether they had penetrated her with two of their cocks in her pussy, and one of them in her ass.
Either way, the combinations were going to make them explode inside her, and she was going to take every drop of their cum, and she was going to keep it inside.
They were going to claim her, and there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do, moral or not, to keep her. Asher closed the partition, separating her ally, Anthony, from her. She was theirs now. Completely, unequivocally theirs.
“Ms. Cohen, we have a proposition to make,” Simon began, voted as the spokesperson, seeing as how Henry and Asher were each stealing tiny black pins from her hair, much to her frustration, picking the locks of the god awful rather pink and fluffy cuffs restraining them to her.
“We’ll do what you want. Go to New York. Wear the suits. Attend the party. But we would like very much to know what you feel like on the inside.”
Chapter Six
Blakely had never been more infuriated in all her life. She had been right. They had just been humoring her the whole time, amused by her. They probably thought she was oh, so cute, thinking she could make them do as she wanted.
At least she hadn’t lost her touch or her mind completely enough not to have the wherewithal to try to come up with a way to secure them.
