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Arrow scoffs, leaning into the side of my face. I stiffen when his flat wet tongue runs up my cheek, leaving nothing but wetness behind. “I licked her, she’s mine,” he says with a pointed look when he pulls back.
I frown. “I belong to no one,” I hiss, shoving at his chest and then wipe my cheek off. Well, as best I can when one asshole is holding my arm and the other has my front plastered to his. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say... they want me.
I swallow hard, ignoring that thought in my brain. It’s the alcohol’s fault. Yup, that’s it. There’s no way these men dressed in fancy clothes, smelling like cigars and a mix of whiskey, who belong to the damn mafia—would ever be interested in little old me.
“What are you doing?” Jericho grunts in a low voice next to my ear. “Are you sniffing me?” he whispers.
I shiver when his lips brush against my jawline in a soft kiss.
“No,” I retort, taking another deep breath. What’s one more, right? He smells divine. “Maybe,” I huff, craning my neck when he runs his nose down my flesh in a groan. “Are you sniffing me?” I retort sarcastically. Or at least I think I did. It came out as more of a breathy moan.
“Yes,” he says directly next to my ear. “I’m going to give you an order, Little Chaos.”
My Kitten? Little Chaos? It tickles something in the back of my squishy mind, but I can’t fucking recall it. I wish I could. It makes my pussy weep with want. Especially when his voice dips so fucking low that all my nerves go on high alert.
“Acknowledge my fucking words,” he demands in my ear.
But I can’t focus on anything. Not when his fingers wander across my inner thigh, heading up, up, up—straight for the promised land. Another set of fingers run up and down my arms.
“I acknowledge your fucking words,” I garble out in a rush of words that were supposed to hold meaning and sound snarky, but it all falls flat when his palm bumps against my panty-clad clit. At least I did one thing right tonight and insisted on underwear. Unlike some other girl I know who decided going commando was the way to go. We all saw how that went. Flash city!
“Cover me,” Jericho says to someone. I don’t know who. And I don’t give a shit when his palm grinds against my clit and sparks of joy run through my body. Who needs my three masked men when I have the most dangerous one of all about to make me cum in the middle of a crowded room. “Good, girl,” he murmurs. “Now, I want you to come all over my fingers. That’s an order.”
“Fuck, Kitten,” Arrow moans from beside me, reclaiming his spot. His fingers run over my lips, tasting like smoke and whiskey. “Suck my fingers, Kitten. It’ll stop you from drawing attention to yourself.”
“What’s the status of her friend?” Jericho asks.
Right. Jenni. My bestie. She’s slumped over on a toilet, puking her brains out. I should care. I really should. But it seems like these fellas have it under control. Besides, there’s a fireworks show happening behind my eyes, and my pussy is ready to devour Jericho’s fingers as he slowly eases them under my panties and his palm hits the magic button over and over in slow motion.
“Nichole is cleaning her up and will have her sleeping in the car with a bottle of water. She’ll be there when we’re ready. And we need to have a talk after all this,” Arrow confirms in a serious voice as he shoves his fingers in my mouth. “Suckity suck, Kitten. Show me what you can do with that wicked little tongue of yours besides mouth off and piss Jericho off.” He chuckles at that when I run my tongue over three of his fingers he so rudely stuck in my mouth. I hum against him, drool dripping down my lips.
“This is a claiming, Little Chaos,” Jericho murmurs, grunting when he shoves three fingers into my pussy, curling them right against my G-spot.
Holy mother of Devils. My hips buck, begging for friction when he leaves them there.
“What do you mean a claiming?” I mumble out around Arrow’s fingers as he slowly inches them in and out of my mouth, leaving me full.
Jericho grins. Arrow grunts. And Shepp, well—he stands there with his hand wrapped around my arm still. My eyes drift to his as best I can, staring into their depths. My chest heaves, and his eyes drop to my tits with want.
What the hell is happening right now?
“Do you want to come, Little Chaos?”
I nod my head with vigor, nearly biting Arrow’s fingers off when my teeth clamp down. He moans, throwing his head back. The unmistakable tent in his pants juts forward.
“Fuck this. We need to take her to our office, bend her over a goddamn chair, and fuck her brains out,” Arrow says, bouncing on his toes. With his free hand, he grabs mine and shoves it down his pants, wrapping my fingers around his bare length, pulsating against my palm.
“You know we can’t,” Jericho’s deep voice does funny things to me.
But wait. Why can’t they? I’m down to fuck. Bend me over! Relieve this stress and help me feel again. Give me the freedom I ache for.
I swear my brain melts when he thrusts into my hand. “Fuck yes, Kitten. Tighten your fist like that,” he moans right in my ear. “Yes, I’m going to come in your hand now. I want you to come with me. Make her come, Jer. So we can get the fuck out of here,” he says, thrusting faster and faster.
“You heard the man, Little Chaos. I want you to come all over my fingers now. Fuck, that’s a good fucking girl,” he whispers, clamping onto my neck with his teeth and sucking hard as my orgasm hits me like a fucking train throwing me down the tracks.
I would have screamed. But Arrow shoves his fingers further down my throat, effectively blocking off my oxygen and making my gag reflex kick in. Then I feel the warmth spread through my hand in Arrow’s pants as he gasps for air.
“Yes, Kitten. Fuck. You milk me so goddamn good,” he whispers straight into my ear as I come down from my high.
