I love that about him. His singular minded focus, and it’s all aimed at me.
Pleasure builds, slower and hotter than before. The slap of his hips against my wet thighs echoes in the small office. The sound is obscene, but I can’t say it doesn’t excite me.
A few harsh breaths behind me is a reminder that Sin isn’t the only one to torture me. Doc and Saint will have their turns again, and the thought of too much more has me shaking. Can I handle all three of them at once?
The burn in my center says I can. And I’m willing to try.
Sin gives me another squeeze around my throat before he shifts and his other hand sinks between us to stroke my clit. My entire body jerks in response, air gushing out of my lungs.
So much. Too much.
Limbs shaking, I scramble for purchase against him. My hips circle, searching for some kind of relief.
Sin doesn’t relent, pinching my clit—making me scramble. The tortuous noise that tears out of me isn’t a battle. It’s the first part of giving in.
My punishment has only begun, and already I can feel more of him than I thought possible. Every sensitive part of me tightens, braces, and pulls me further. I’m craving now instead of simply seeking relief.
And it explodes with sparks through my vision.
Sin slams home, tilts my hips up and presses into me so deep, I’m not even sure how I’m taking him. It’s on the threshold of pain. There’s so much sensation.
Little black dots that make reality waver.
His thumb brushes my chin, palm shifting off my throat, and he’s bent closer because his words land across my mouth. “Breathe.”
I try and fail, sucking in air and choking on it.
“Breathe.”
I count in my head, slowly, finally pulling in a lungful of air.
Sin smiles down at me, squeezing my breast and tugging on my nipple. Pleasure and need zings again, pooling in my middle.
Then, he’s upright, changing the angle of him inside me. His thrusts are shallow as my knees draw together.
I’m surprised when he holds them against his chest. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was taking it easy on me. Even as he plants a kiss on my ankle, I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. These men are not the type to let sentimentality and emotions keep them from a task.
His hand presses into my belly, sinking lower, and this thumb finds my clit again. The friction is too much immediately, and my thighs try to close him off from reaching it. I fail, he swipes and circles and rubs until I’m writhing.
The dark look in his eyes has this one building even faster. Because he’s not even close.
I’m fucked. The world is only starting to tremble when he pulls out of me. Three fingers slip inside, and he’s backing away with a smirk.
Before my legs can droop, Doc’s hands are on me. His smile is more sinister than I’m used to. His touch is soothing, but I know better. Doc is sweet and soft and sensitive, but he’s still aman. He’s still part of Sanctuary. He still harbors darkness of a different kind.
Doc slides his cock between my thighs, rubbing against me in a slow, drawn-out tease. His eyes sparkle when my breath hitches. Every nerve is still lit up.
He taps the head of his cock against my clit a few times, making me gasp and twitch, before he hums. “Sweet, little bird. You don’t look like you regret sneaking out without permission. Guess we have some work to do.”
“Those weren’t the rules.” I had to have someone with me when I left. They never said I had to have permission to leave, just a guard.
“When Buzz left you there, it broke the rules.” Saint’s low, no nonsense tone spreads goosebumps down my arms and legs.
I bite my lip and shoot a glance his way. I can’t argue with that, and the way his arms cross over his chest says he knows as much.
I let out a shaky breath and close my eyes. These three are going to drive me half out of my mind.
Doc brings me back to him by splaying me open with his tip, more teasing until he’s coated in my juices. He’s thrusting inside me the next second.
