“No.”
She studies my face for a long moment. Then she steps closer. “I should feel bad about wanting to keep hitting her. But I don’t.”
“That’s survival,” I say. “Not cruelty.”
“Is there a difference here?”
“Sometimes.”
She reaches up, fingers curling into my shirt. “I want to forget what just happened. Just for a little while.”
“I can help with that.”
The door opens behind us.
Sting and Rogue step inside, already shedding coats, masks coming off. They don’t speak. Just cross the room until they’re beside us.
Sting’s hand finds Vi’s waist. “You sure?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Good,” Rogue murmurs. “Because we’re not letting you go tonight.”
62
ARMEN
Clothes come off fast.
Rogue moves behind Vi. “You fought well today,” he murmurs against her ear. “Now, let us reward you.”
She leans back into him, breath hitching when he brushes her nipples.
I drop to my knees in front of her, spreading her thighs with my hands. She’s already wet, slick and ready. I lean in, tongue flat, licking slow from her entrance to her clit.
She gasps, hands flying to my hair.
Sting moves to her side, guiding her hand to his cock. Already hard, already leaking. “Stroke me,” he orders.
She does. Hand wrapping tight, moving slow.
Rogue’s mouth is on her throat now, biting, sucking marks into her skin. His hands knead her breasts, rough and possessive.
I push two fingers inside her, curling them while I suck her clit. She moans, loud, shameless, hips rolling against my mouth.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Let us hear you.”
She comes fast, hard and sudden, body locking, thighs trembling. I don’t stop. I keep licking, keep curling my fingers, drawing it out until she’s sobbing.
When I finally pull back, she’s shaking.
Sting guides her down to the blankets. She sinks onto her knees, breathing hard.
I stand, shedding my own clothes. Sting and Rogue do the same.
“On your back,” I say..
I kneel between her legs, line myself up, and push inside in one hard thrust. She cries out, back arching off the blankets.
