“Keep talking naughty to me, sweets,” Sinclair sneered and spanked my thigh. I gasped, the hit making my sex clench down on his fingers.
I took the opportunity to push up, but his hand returned to the middle of my back, pinning me on the mattress. Grunting from the force only made me angrier. I kicked my leg out, and his fingers slid out of my sex. Fuck, a big part of me regretted the shit out of it.
I rolled onto my back, but Sinclair took quick control, though I didn’t stop writhing. It wasn’t until Kyan grabbed my arm, stretching it out that I knew I was stuck.
I peeked over at Elias, who watched, legs spread and a grin across his lips.
“I’m fucking enjoying this.” There went my plea attempt. “Make her moan again,” Elias ordered.
Sinclair stood and moved to get between my legs, but Kyan was there, shoving my knees wide. His head lowered, wet mouth wide over my clit. Lust overwhelmed my senses.
I sank my fingers into Kyan’s thick hair. For a brief second, too short to mean much, I debated pushing him away, but I didn’t want to. I ground my hips, forcing him to go harder. He moaned against my sex.
I couldn’t stop whimpering and crying out.
Sinclair lay on the bed next to me, his hand sliding under my shirt and lifting it to expose my breasts. He cupped one in his big hand, adding to the overwhelming sensation. The orgasm wracked through me, and I floated on pure bliss.
Kyan pulled up, his lips glistening with my need. And that smirk . . . I’d never seen him smile that way.
Sinclair trailed his fingers down my chest and lower to my weeping pussy. He curled his finger and touched my clit. I arched off the bed.
“Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment?” I drawled, breathless.
“Oh, baby, we’re not done with you.” Kyan lowered as soon as he finished the sentence and speared his tongue inside me. I tried to close my legs, shying away from the sensation, but Kyan relentlessly plunged his tongue inside, devouring me.
It wasn’t long before it turned to overwhelming need.
I mewled, writhing.
Kyan lifted his head and kissed my thigh up to the crook.
“Keep going,” I gasped.
He ignored me, and Sinclair leaned over, capturing my nipple between his teeth.
Oh God!
My eyelashes fluttered. He kept nipping and licking until I was on the edge of another orgasm . . . then he pulled back.
I licked my lips and panted, meeting Sinclair’s honey-brown eyes.
“Why’d you stop?” I whimpered.
His lips curled into a smirk, and he pressed kisses above my rib cage.
Kyan lowered to my needy sex once more. He pushed me toward the edge and stopped again.
“Fucking dicks,” I hissed.
Sinclair chuckled against my ear.
That’s it. Screw their opinions. I was going to wear the black gown.
Chapter 49
The party in the huge, renovated warehouse was in full swing. Rowdy and opulent, so loud it thundered even in the room Kyan had me sequestered inside. There was no sign of Elias or Sinclair.
“You didn’t mention it was a masquerade.” My breath warmed the mirror I watched the party through. I had a clear view of everything at about a forty-five-degree angle. Across from this point, I’d watched Bourne Pack shuffle into a different section, led by beautifully dressed women in sparkly two-piece lingerie. When we arrived almost an hour ago, the festivities were already going. We were supposed to be here earlier, but it took so long because Kyan was on the phone with his cop friend getting an extension for my parole curfew.
