“Twelve,” Rafe announced. There was a sound of shuffling, then the clink of keys.
“I’ll get that right away, Sirs,” the young-sounding male voice announced, and footsteps retreated.
I stopped fighting and dangled in Dorian’s grip, fuming, terrified, and not knowing what to do.
Scream for help?
An engine roared to the front.
I heard Cade’s voice as he addressed the valet. “She’s not feeling well.”
I saw a flash of their smirks before Dorian slid into the back seat, all the way to the middle. Then he maneuvered me until I rested face down on his lap, pinning me ass up with his hand.
“Drive,” Dorian bit out. Rafe peeled away, jostling me against Dorian who continued to pet my spine. Each of his soft touches was causing need to bubble.
Dorian gripped my shoulder, rolled me toward him and hoisted me upright. The venue was a speck in the distance. He yanked my dress up, then slid a finger inside my panties and tore them off quickly.
I gasped, but my brain hadn’t caught up with my body. Dorian pulled my thighs apart until I straddled him.
“Don’t move.”
His order was abrupt and harsh. I froze, eyes wide on his angry green ones. He reached down, the backs of his hands brushing against my core as he undid his pants. Grabbing myhips, he widened my legs and slammed me down. My channel gave way to his cock and his knot. I shuddered, whimpering.
Desire crashed against my body.
This felt so fucking good that I couldn’t stop the twitch of my hips. My eyelids fluttered. He gripped my waist and forced me still.
“You don’t get to move. You don’t get tocomeuntil you tell me who you called.”
I clamped my teeth together audibly. Dorian’s hands at my waist forced me down in a single grind. I groaned, thudding my forehead on his chest.
This wascruel.
Chapter 19
Ithrashed my head against the mattress, fighting for freedom, but Cade’s grip on my wrists stayed steady.
As soon as we’d arrived at the house, they’d brought me to the bedroom I was staying in. They dragged me inside kicking and cursing, until they had me flat on the bed, arms stretched up and over my head, pinned by Cade’s grip.
It was embarrassing how easily he kept my wrists still with just one hand.
Dorian held my left knee on the same side Cade was stretched across, while Rafe held the other, forcing my legs apart. Cade reached over with his free hand and slid his finger across my cleavage. The touch sprung shivers to life. I was already a slick mess because of what Dorian had done to me in the car. Impaled me, then forced me still on his cock.
“Help me out, Dorian,” Cade said, hooking his finger into my silk dress. Dorian reached forward, seeming to understand whatCade was talking about. He hooked his finger into the fabric a few inches further from Cade. Together, they pulled in opposite directions. My dress split down the middle, exposing my new bra and down to the neatly kept strip of hair between my legs.
But I only had a split moment of uncertainty before lust resurfaced. All because of Cade’s fingertips grazing the swell of my breast.
“Such pretty breasts, eh Rafe?” Cade’s tone held laughter. Rafe watched his movements, almost riveted.
Rafe grunted, his hand flexing around my thigh. His nose flared, and he leaned down between my legs, shoving his nose against my needy flesh. I gasped, my hips hiking up. His tongue flicked out, spearing my core. Dorian pressed his palm against my belly, keeping my writhing body pinned.
Rafe curved his tongue against my aching bud, kissing my core so skillfully I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to his lips. Twists and turns of his tongue had me straining, toes curled. A tremble began at my thighs, and I yanked against Cade’s grip, trying to get loose to grab Rafe’s hair to shove him harder against my weeping sex.
Sensation wracked my entire body.
Cade hadn’t stopped petting me, and now he was fixated on my nipple. Goose bumps rose along my flesh. I met Dorian’s emerald eyes, the deep color almost overtaken by black irises. He studied my face with such focus that it was clear he wouldn’t be helpful.
Slick positively dripped. I sank my teeth into my lower lip to stop my whimpers, no, to stop my begging. Rafe thrust his tongue into my channel, and I couldfeelthe walls clamp. I was so close!
