She stopped breathing for a moment, then lowered her hand to the doorknob.
“You take one step out of this cabin, and I’m going to take my belt to your ass.”
Of all the things Emerson could say, he chose the most antiquated of them all.
A spanking.
She wasn’t five years old, so she wished him good luck with even trying a squeak of a spank on her ass.He didn’t scare her.But her heart did start frantically fluttering around her chest.
What was she saying?She should be scared.She didn’t know who these men were.She had to leave.She laid her hand on the handle.
“Do it, pretty lady.My specialty is orgasm deprivation as punishment,” Austin said.“But I’m tempted to take my belt to your ass as well if you don’t step away from the door.”She couldn’t believe those words had come out of Austin’s mouth.
What?
Spanking?Orgasm deprivation?
Who were these men?She knew that answer.They were her enemies.
There was just no way she could continue being there for so many other reasons, besides the fact that they could be working for Desmond.She’d rather face a deadly storm and possible hypothermia but at least she’d die peacefully in her car, on her own, but that was better than having her body betray her so incredibly blatantly, she couldn’t function properly around them, even knowing what she knew about them, or rather what she didn’t know about them.
Her panties were already wet, just by the sight and sound of them, and she wished they weren’t.She liked to remain clean and fresh, and these men dictated the direct freaking opposite of that.
She turned the knob just a fraction.
“If that door opens, I’m going to ransack your cabin looking for something I can use to punish your sweet asshole with, Adrienne.By that, I mean I’m going to improvise a butt plug and stretch your asshole with it while Emerson spanks your ass, and Austin is going to drive you over the edge with his mouth on your pussy, then pull away just when you want to come.”
For one moment, her stupid brain visualized everything they said they were going to do to her.A swell of heat obliterated her common sense, and she had to fight through the flames of arousal they doused her in to get her head straight.
Those were exactly the reasons she had to leave.Because she’s lost her head over them where she was probably just collateral damage or a job for their boss, Desmond Morton.
Trembling, her fingers suddenly ice cold as if her body had already started to prepare for the snowstorm outside, she turned the knob.
Adrienne felt as if her breath had been left on the floor.Her head was spinning at how easily they moved with the speed of light, and her brain struggled to comprehend exactly what was happening.
With their signature agility and fascinating synchronization, they’d divested her of her sweater and skirt despite her outraged protests, and now she stood in a red bra, matching G-string, black sheer pantyhose, and knee-high boots.
“Fuck my soul,” Darien rasped huskily as they all three stood back and looked at her, their eyes darkening as their erections thickened and strained against their jeans.
Dear god.She shouldn’t have looked at their cocks.It was a bad move, and now her body cried out for their touch again, remembering what each of them had felt like buried deep inside her.She was so aroused she could smell the essence dripping from her pussy and soaking her panties.
They had to stop having that effect on her.She didn’t like it.
More to the point, she had to stop reacting to them.Period.
What happened to Ms.Neat Freak?Oh, she knew.They had taken her and turned her into some love-sick bimbo who literally drooled at the sight of them.
No, but that wasn’t her.She was smart, sophisticated, and mature.She knew what she wanted, and it wasn’t them.She didn’t know who they were.But she did know they were just too much for her body to handle, and no, she wasn’t up for the challenge at all.
“Have you lost your collective minds?You can’t just throw me around and strip off my clothes just because you’re bigger than me and outnumber me.Idiots,” she murmured under her breath as she bent to retrieve her skirt while their attention remained glued on her as if they owned her.
They stared as if they’d never seen a grown woman in red underwear, black pantyhose, and boots before.Maybe they hadn’t.
“Drop the skirt,” Darien ordered her.
She swallowed, dropping the skirt to the floor.She had to bargain with them.
“Look.I know you’re not the bodyguards Peter sent.They had a small accident because of the bad weather.I don’t even think you’re bodyguards or SEALs.You may be killers.I don’t know who you are, but if you’re working for Desmond Morton—”
