He growls and shivers cascade over my skin at the primal sound.
“Be very fucking sure, Dove. It’s not just me. Each of us will take our turn, take you until our cum runs down those pretty thighs, and they’ll hear your cries in the stands below. Your father and his crew will know that we are fucking you, and their dicks will never be inside you again.”
“Please,” I beg, not pausing as I squirm more against him, his words making me burn. This time, unlike my father coating me in ice, my entire body is alight, on fire for him. For them.
He doesn’t ask again, doesn’t hesitate as I feel the back of my skirt being lifted, the cool breeze tickling my legs as he draws it higher.
“Don’t worry,” he assures as he lifts it higher, “no one will see anything that belongs to our eyes only. The boys will make sure of that.”
I look to the side, seeing Knox facing me, his back to my father’s balcony and blocking me from view. Turning to glance at the other side, Tarl and Jude stand side by side, blocking the people in the next box from seeing what we’re up to.
A soft sigh falls from my lips, their combined scents and the caress of Aeron’s fingertips on my sensitive flesh making me forget our surroundings, my father, everything apart from the Tailor boys. My Tailor boys.
“Jesus, Little Bird,” Knox hisses out.
“Naughty, Nightingale. Not wearing any underwear just to tease us,” Jude hums, and I turn to see his eyes devouring my exposed flesh.
“She just knows how we like it, don’t you, Dove?” Aeron asks, gently stroking my backside, sending tendrils of electricity across my skin, his fingers getting closer to the place that I really want him to be.
“Yes,” I whisper, arching my back and sticking my ass further out as I lean over the railing, hoping that it will encourage him. He just laughs darkly.
“Look at how she glistens for us, how her pussy drips for us,” he comments, swiping a finger through my slick folds, and I gasp at the explosion of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me already.
“Please,” I moan, pushing back further. “Please, please, please.”
Suddenly his hands leave my body, a whine of protest starting in my throat but cutting short when I hear a buckle being undone. My body tingles, my fingers gripping the railing tight, and my heart pounds as I wait for that first delicious stretch.
A hand grasps my chin, and tugs me to the side, bright hazel eyes full of fiery lust boring into mine.
“No one but us will ever touch you again, Little Bird. You are ours now until we decide to end you, and even then we won’t let the devil have you.” His voice is low, full of violent promise and a pleasure I can’t even imagine, and I long for the end that I know now only they can give me.
Without giving me a chance to answer, although fuck knows what I’d say to his dark declaration, he slams his lips onto mine just as Aeron thrusts inside me. Knox swallows my scream, made up of part pleasure and part pain as Aeron’s piercing dragsagainst my inner walls, sending sparks shooting straight to my core. Aeron gives me no time to adjust, not even a moment to get used to his length and jewelry as he pounds into me, Knox inhaling every cry and whimper that leaves my lips.
My body flashes hot as a hand reaches around the front of it, fingers toying and playing with my swollen, aching clit, another snaking around my throat and squeezing tightly. I want to scream that it’s too much, that I can’t take them all like this, but I have no voice. They’ve all stolen it as they brand me with their claiming, doing exactly as they promised and showing the world that I am property of the Tailor boys.
Knox finally releases my mouth, and we’re both panting, his lips puffy with my kisses. He moves slightly, and ice-cold, blue eyes catch mine, dousing me like a bucket of cold water.
But at that moment, someone pinches my clit hard, and holding the gaze of my father, I come harder than I ever have in my entire life.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“CRAZY IN LOVE” BYEDEN PROJECT
KNOX
Iwatch as our Little Bird comes undone right in front of me, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her cheeks are flushed, her body frozen in ecstasy as Aeron continues to pound into her from behind, a vicious snarl on his lips, his suit jacket wrinkled, as he looks in the same direction she does.
Glancing behind me, I can’t help the smirk tugging my lips upwards when I see the fire in Rufus Jackson’s eyes as he watches his mortal enemies fuck his only daughter. His gaze flicks to mine, and my grin widens as I lift my chin and mouth one word at him.
Ours.
His jaw tightens, and I hope he cracks a fucking tooth, as with a slight lift of his upper lip, he spins around and storms out. My breathing catches as an older teenage boy, perhaps eighteen, who has flame-red hair and startling, blue eyes stares at our group. Rook Jackson, Lark’s brother.
It’s not seeing him for the first time that makes my heart suddenly gallop, or the eerie resemblance to our Little Bird. It’s the look of confused hunger in his eyes as he watches his sister clearly get fucked that sets my teeth on edge.
Swelling my chest, and stepping so I block his view—I’m a big motherfucker and I know he can’t see past me—I turn back to her to see how she’s reacting to seeing her brother, but her eyes are closed, and by the blissed out, slightly pained look on her face, she didn’t notice him. Good.
“Come again for us,Eshgham,” Tarl commands, his hand tightening around her throat. Luckily, he’s got a long reach, having to stretch past Jude who has his hand buried in between her legs and shows no sign of giving up that treasure.
