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The deadline set by his captors is less than twelve hours away.
I tense and shift my attention to the dark rafters overhead as if I can tune out the three men invading my personal space. Grant brushes my hair aside. The rasp of his five o’clock shadow prickles the sensitive skin beneath my chin as he murmurs, “You're ours, little miss. Don’t bother trying to run this show. We’re going to play with you however we like. I promise, if you go along with us and let us teach you about passion, you might even find you like it too.”
Yeah, right. It’s going to hurt. There’s no way it won’t considering how they tower over me and the massive ridge indenting my lower back. But Gunner has made sure it will be worth the pain.
My disbelief must show. Or maybe they mistake it for regret.
“Don’t make us ask for a refund.” Wesley is definitely the bad cop in their trio.
They wouldn’t do that, would they? My gulp is audible. I should have read Gunner’s contract more closely. Can he take the money back if his customers aren’t satisfied?
“You didn’t come here tonight because it turns you on for people to watch your initiation, did you?” Briggs wonders from behind me. Our hushed conversation is barely detectable, even to me, never mind the cameras or the crowd. A private moment at the heart of a spectacle.
I bite my lip and shake my head, closing my eyes in a futile attempt to ward off the reality closing in on me.
It seemed like no big deal when I weighed my nonexistent options. Just lie there and think of anything else as they sate themselves. That was before I was in their midst, about to be defiled while who knows how many people witness me being ruined.
In this moment, I can’t deny the true price I’ve paid.
These three men are going to strip me bare, turn me inside out, and use me for their pleasure…
While everyone is watching.
Granttsks. “Open your eyes. Focus on us. Look at us. Only us. Wesley, Briggs, and I are going to make sure no one on the other side of those cameras can see a damn thing. Tonight you belong to us. And we protect what’s ours.”
“You do?” It comes out as a squawk.
“Yes.” Briggs doesn’t hesitate.
“Don’t think that means we’re going to go easy on you, though.” Wesley’s handsome mouth pinches into a frown. “We’re not that sort.”
I can’t stop my hand from lifting to cup his jaw.
Kind of like me, he might be more than people have led him to believe. A gasp parts my lips at the feel of him against my fingers. Strong, angular, yet not at all cold. He’s so damn hot beneath his calculated exterior he practically singes my fingers.
This isn’t going to be anything like I imagined.
Who are these men and why are they touching parts of me I’ve sworn to keep off-limits? Places much deeper than my skin or even my pussy.
“This will go easier if you let us do what we’re best at.” Grant tucks an errant strand of my hair behind my ear then shifts his stare to Briggs. “Do the honors, my friend.”
Briggs growls in my ear. His thick fingers skim from my nape to the golden zipper at the top of my dress. With each inch of my back he exposes, he runs his palm over it, touching where no one has explored before.
Grant is there to hold me upright when my knees go weak at the sensation.
Wesley reaches between us and wraps his hand around my throat, transforming his long fingers into a fleshy necklace. They dig in just enough to capture my entire attention. Restricted airflow forces me to slow my breathing and concentrate on drawing deeper to fill my lungs before I can hyperventilate.
It’s impossible to look away from the piercing green of his gaze. Flecked with gold. Fitting.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“That’s right,” Grant murmurs as Briggs continues to split my dress down the back, revealing my body, bare except for a wisp of scarlet lace that hugs my hips and the tiny attached silk string that rides my ass. When he’s finished, he feeds the main garment forward, dusting it from my shoulders.
My dress pools on the floor around my fancy shoes.
The curves of my bare breasts and ass are limned by the dancing candlelight. A collective gasp runs through the crowd as my silhouette is emphasized. It reminds me that we’re not alone, although my world is already narrowing to only these three mesmerizing men occupying the limelight with me.
Grant and Wesley take the tiniest step back to admire the view. My nipples harden beneath their appraising stares.I desperately want to attribute the response to the cool air circulating through the club rather than the electricity sparking between us four costars. It’s safer that way.
