Damon's hands roam my body, taunting. "Oh, come on, Q. That'll justembarrassour girl even more. We wouldn't want that."
I shiver, caught between their teasing touch and the undeniable hunger slithering through my veins.
"Yes, it would be awfully uncomfortable for her," Quin coos, his lips brushing against my ear. "Maybe we shouldn't touch her at all."
Their husky, teasing tone sends a jolt through me, and my body aches to be licked, kissed,touched. My skin tingles, pulse flaring from their calculated touch, and I know I’m in deep trouble. Damon's fingers ghost over my waist, Quin's lips grazing my earlobe.
Goddamn it. They don’t play fair.
“Is that what you want, mami?” Damon murmurs. “For us to stop touching you?”
Quin tilts my chin upward, his intense gaze capturing mine. "Use your words, darling," he urges. “What do you want?”
My core throbs, a shiver spidering down my spine "No," I breathe out, arching desperately into their caresses. “Don’t stop.”
Damon smirks, his fingers tracing the contours of my hips. "Mmm… I don’t know.”
I swallow, my senses electrified. "Please," I whimper, my panties damp, my pussy pulsing with anticipation.
“Please, what?” Damon growls, his finger dipping under the waistband of my pants.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
“Mmm…” Quin palms my breasts through my blouse. “We could but?—”
Damon’s chuckle fans against my pebbled skin. “But we wouldn’t want toembarrassyou, mami.”
Quin's chest rises and falls with a sharp breath. “You’ve hurt our feelings, little Emery.”
These bastards.
I thought they’d be on my side. I thought they’d be happy to learn of my distaste for the man. But no. They’re scheming, filthy little fucks. They’re toying with me. Playing with my desires. They’re so damn pleased that I’m at their mercy. I know what they’re doing. I know what they want. Despite their love, their devotion, their admiration, at the end of the day, they want to dominate me, control my body, make me scream from both pleasure and pain.
And fuck it if I don’t fall victim to their conniving tactics.
“Let me…” My breath hitches as Damon’s teeth nip at my earlobe. “Let me make it up to you.”
“She wants to make it up to us, Q,” Damon rasps, nuzzling his nose into my hair. “Should we let her?”
Quin's eyes gleam with wicked amusement as he leans in, his lips dangerously close to mine. "How do you plan on making it up to us, darling?" he murmurs.
Damon's fingers trail along the tiny sliver of skin exposed at my midsection, his touch both possessive and tender. “Enlighten us, Emery."
Wicked, villainous little bastards.
“Anything,” I say, succumbing to their charms. “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” Damon growls in my ear. “Did you hear that, Q? She said she’d doanything.”
Fuck.
“Anything as in…” A sly grin spreads across Quin's face. "Letting us fuck you in front of your new boss?” A devilish twinkle glows in his baby blue irises. “Properly this time.”
My heart rate quickens at his suggestion. I knew it was coming, but that doesn’t make it any less scandalous. Any less nerve-wracking. I don’t understand them. Damon, in particular. He doesn’t want me anywhere near the man, but it’s okay if he watches me get railed?
“I like that idea.” Damon grazes his lips against mine. "You can show Amir just howproudyou are of us.”
With a deep breath, I meet their gaze with newfound determination. "Fine. Let's go to Club Hades."
