At that point, I knew. I knew what they had done. I knew what they had accomplished. As I wiped the dried blood off on my pants, realization dawned upon me.
I couldn’t kill Gordon because they already had.
They eliminated my fear. They took care of the man that had hurt me. The man who had betrayed me. The man who had sucked away so many formative years from my life because I had allowed him to prey on me for so fucking long.
They took care of the real threat for me, and as I gazed around at the guys, I had the answer for my future.
“I like the idea of staying here, if I’m being honest.”
“Well, if that’s the case,” Ranger said as he bent down and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder, “then it sounds like we’ve got some celebrating to do.”
Dutch walked by and smacked my ass. “I’ll go get my newest set of knives.”
Troop damn near giggled like a schoolgirl. “I get to use those tie downs again. What a day to be alive.”
Ranger slid his hand between my thighs as he pinned me to his shoulder. “You’re coming with us, and you’re going to be a good girl, right?”
And as heat ricocheted through my gut, I rolled my hips as much as I could against that callused hand of his.
“I’ll always be a good girl for you, Daddy.”
Ranger growled. “Then, you’re coming with us, and you’re going to like it.”
No, not like it.
I’m going to love it.
29
NAOMI
“There we go,” Troop said as he stepped back and surveyed his work.
I tugged at my restraints as I craned my neck up to look around at them. Ranger palmed his cock, and I swear I wanted nothing more than to taste it again. I licked my lips, feeling my pussy heat as his face darkened with nefarious desires.
“Dutch?” Range asked.
I heard the glimmer of his knife as he unsheathed it from his hip. “Already ahead of you.”
I furrowed my brow. “Huh?”
When I felt the cool tip of Dutch’s blade, I froze. I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I barely breathed. It left a cool trail up the inside of my leg, peeling my jeans from my body as if Dutch were unwrapping an orange to be eaten. I slowly pivoted my leg, taking in the way his gaze dazzled upon my body as his fingertips curled back the fabric from my skin.
I watched him slide that knife all the way up to my inner thigh before popping it up.
I jumped. “Jesus, Dutch.”
He flickered his hungry gaze up at me. “What a lovely present you make.”
I gasped as he cupped my clothed pussy. I groaned as my head fell back toward the pillow, and effortlessly he slid that knife underneath the other leg of my pants. I focused on the sound of the fabric giving way. Like Moses and the Red Sea, the fabric seemed to give way to Dutch’s intrusion. To his command of my body as he unraveled the clothes from my form.
And when I felt him pluck at the other side of my pants, the tip of his blade sat against my pussy.
“Dutch,” I said breathlessly.
“It would be in your best interest, lucky girl, to stay still.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
