Saint clamps his arms around my back, holding me firmly in place. My legs slide on either side of his thighs, and my chest is all up in his face. I’m only wearing a thin tank, so he has a bird’s eye view of my cleavage. “Speak of my mother again and I’ll strip you naked while we all take turns spanking your naughty ass.”
Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment to me.
My lips curl up, and I push further. “She abandoned you the minute you were born, right? She evaded Sinner and snuck out of the hospital. How does it feel to know she never wanted you?”
“Lo.” Theo’s voice holds clear warning.
Saint grabs the cheeks of my ass through my jean shorts in a way I know will leave bruises. “You truly have a death wish, don’t you, princess?”
“Or she just likes spanking,” Caz says, attempting to lighten the mood.
I glance over my shoulder, offering him my best seductive smirk, because you betcha, I do.
“I volunteer as tribute,” he adds, and I laugh, turning around.
Saint tilts his head to the side, and a sly grin creeps over his mouth. “The princess would like that too much. I need a more appropriate punishment.” He grabs hold of my waist, yanking me toward him, burying his face in my breasts. He tugs my top down, biting and sucking on exposed flesh, and I wriggle against his growing erection as my desire spikes. His hand moves to my crotch, and he rubs his palm back and forth along my pussy through my jeans. The friction of the zipper pressing against my sensitive core has me drowning in sensation.
It’s been too long since I was thoroughly fucked, and if this is his idea of punishment, he can punish me any time.
He stands and I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him. Without warning, he dumps me on Galen’s lap. “Blow my cousin, princess. He needs to de-stress.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Galen snorts.
“You know you need this,” Saint says, adjusting himself through his jeans. “And she’ll hate every second.”
“I’ll hate every second,” he says, contradicting himself as he clamps his arm around my waist, holding me on his lap when I attempt to climb off him.
They’re both fucking insane. Or delusional. Because the only one who will hate it is Saint when he sees how much Galen and I enjoy it.
Saint’s lips twitch. “Close your eyes and imagine she’s Sariah Roark. You still dream of fucking her, right?”
I glare at Saint, and he laughs. I know all the innuendo about my bestie is another way of getting a rise out of me. But they’re not the only ones who like to press buttons. “I’m not doing it,” I lie. “You can’t make me.”
Caz chuckles. “You really don’t want to go there, princess. He can and will make this happen.” He turns his gaze on his leader. “I want one too.” He cups the tent in his jeans. “I’m about to explode I’m that frustrated.”
“I’ll happily blow you,” I offer, smiling as I apply some reverse psychology.
“And I’ll happily permit it,” Saint says, calling my bluff.
“I’ll suck Caz’s cock, but I’m not sucking the devil’s cock.” I fold my arms as I eyeball Saint.
“You’ll do as I say.” Saint crouches over me, yanking my head back by my hair. “There’s no point in fighting.”
“And if I refuse, how will you make me?”
“We’ll give all the recordings of your nightly shows to Sinner. I’m sure he won’t hesitate to share them with the guys. Let them get their rocks off to fresh, young pussy.”
I stare at him in horror, unable to hide my natural reaction. I feel like slamming my head into the wall. Not that they’ve realized I know about the cameras, because I figured they knew that straightaway. I disabled all their other tech, so the fact the camera was still operational would’ve alerted their suspicions.
I knew they were keeping the charade alive because they were enjoying my little nighttime striptease and vibrator act. And I kept it alive because it played into my seduction plans. I knew there was a risk they could expose it, but the thought of the men who kidnapped me watching it makes me ill.
“I hate you,” I say, tapping Galen’s arm so he’ll release me. He loosens his hold, and I slide to my knees on the floor in front of him.
“You love me.” Saint’s eyes flash darkly as he bends over me, cupping my chin. “And you love how much we want you, and you want us too. You don’t need to say it. We all see it in your eyes.”
So, he knows this isn’t a punishment.Unless he’s punishing himself?
I wrench out of his hold, turning around on my knees and reaching for the buttons on Galen’s jeans. Our eyes meet, and I hold nothing back, letting my desire shine through. This isn’t a punishment. I hate him, but taking control of his pleasure, watching him fight me on it and fail—because he will fucking love every single thing I do to him—is the ultimate power play. I will rule supreme over Galen Lennox in the next few minutes, and he’s going to love and hate me in equal measure.
