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“The necklace and fucking you, MG. And I don’t use safe words.”
“You do with her.” Hendrick strokes my cheek, but the gentleness is at odds with how he’s holding me there. A sacrifice to the altar of Jac. “Hurt her like you did that other time, and I’llfucking cut your dick off and feed it to the crows. And then I’ll kill you.”
Jac pushes in to the hilt, that piercing dragging on me, and I cry out. He shudders. And fuck, I feel Hendrick’s cock hardening under my head.
“I mean it, Jac. Don’t hurt her beyond what she says she can take.”
Jac pulls out to the hilt, and Hendrick’s hand on my face slides down to twist my nipples.
“I’m not going to hurt her dickwad,” Jac pants. “I apologized. And I did just save her.”
Then he stares down at me, that gorgeous face a work in erotic, violent art, then he starts to hammer into me hard. He’s got me at the edge of the bed, thighs wide, and he takes complete advantage of the fact Henrick’s holding me down.
He pushes three fingers into my mouth and hooks them into my cheek, pulling, as he takes me hard and rough for his pleasure. I’ve no idea if he’ll take heed of a safe word or anything else, and in that moment, I simply don’t care. I’m beyond caring.
Every deep thrust rocks me and sends rivulets of orgasmic pleasure through me.
Hendrick pushed me beyond endurance and now Jac’s taking me further, and I come violently apart.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight.” He’s not done.
He fucks me right through that orgasm and pushes me into another, and I think I black out for a second. The world moves and my body’s a live wire, a powerline leaping on the ground. He comes in me, hard. Grinding deep.
When Jac’s done, Hendrick lets go so that Jac can makes me clean his softening cock with my tongue.
Jac finally shoves me away, and I collapse.
When I open my eyes again—I must have passed out for a few minutes—they’re both dressed and buttoned, and I’m naked where they left me.
The hot sexual energy is gone, the air arctic.
I go to pull the covers around me, aware the cold blasts that aren’t from the actual temperature, but Jac’s eyes cut to me.
“No.”
“No? What do you mean? Am I your pet now?”
“Don’t tempt me, and loverboy’s not about to help you right now. Not since we got that out of our systems.”
Hendrick comes up to me with some bags. “Don’t be a fucking asshole, Jac. She can dress.” He drops them on the bed. “But he’s got a point, Cat. I’m not really here to help you. Sure, we saved you, or we walked into your set up. Or whatever the fuck that was.”
I narrow my eyes, anger pushing to the surface as I open the bags and pull on the panties and bra—lace—and then the fitted black pants. When I go to pull on the top, Jac takes it.
I glare at him.
Hendrick folds his arms. “Damon dropped off the clothes I ordered while you were passed the fuck out. Before you put on the top, I think we’d like to know, what’s up with the fucking bump on your arm and the cut.”
“And that cheap ass bracelet.” Jac nods at my wrist. “You won’t take my earrings, but you’ll take that fucking amusement park shit?”
“Jac,” Hendrick says carefully, “way to focus on the important thing. Take a moment, if you fucking can.”
“I’m sure she’s being forced to wear it,” Jac says, “but I can’t help being fucking pissed off about the earrings.”
“Sorry seems to be the hardest word for you,” I mutter. “Saying sorry and meaning it.”
“Are you quoting Elton fucking John?” Jac asks.
I blink. I don’t know whether to be shocked that I might have or shocked he’s listed to Elton John. I consider him. “Do I know you?”
