Heather raises her head, gazes at Knox, allowing her confidence to shine through with a glow that only makes her hotter.
“Thank you.”
Knox and Kill take her hand on either side, walking her to the door. I’m happy to stay behind her because the view is fantastic. The dress is just tight enough to highlight her ass and my mouth waters at the sight. My gaze drops to her heels as she turns to me. I glance up.
“Everything okay?” She asks curiously.
I nod as my lips pull up into a grin, only for her.
“Yes. I’m just picturing you in nothing but your stilettos, legs wrapped around my head while your pussy is drenching my face.”
Her gasp is audible, cheeks crimson as she squeezes her thighs together.
“Oh my God, Carter. Are you trying to torture me?”
I shake my head no as Killian says otherwise.
“Yes, Killer. This is both a punishment and a reward. By the time we get back tonight you will be crawling on your knees, begging us for relief.”
She glances at Knox, her eyes already pleading for him to save her. He shrugs his shoulders and chuckles softly.
“Sorry, Tesoro. First comes your punishment. Then comes the reward when we make you come so hard you can’t see straight.”
She spins on her heel and angrily storms out of the house.
“Why are we taking a limo?” Heather questions us as she stares at the driver opening the door.
Kill wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him.
“Privacy, baby. This way no one will see what we are doing to you. It’s soundproof too. Nobody but us will hear your screams.”
She glances between the three of us before getting into the limo.
“Diabolical. All of you. Absolutely fucking diabolical.”
Knox looks at me, attempting to hide a smile because it’ll only piss her off more.
“She’s not wrong.” He says and I agree.
“No, she’s not, but she doesn’t hate it as much as she pretends to.”
Killian and I get in on either side of her while Knox sits across from us.
“Spread your legs, Little Heathen. Show Knox the pretty panties you chose for us tonight.”
Heather parts her thighs as Knox shifts in his seat with an audible groan.
“She isn’t wearing any fucking underwear.”
Killian strokes his fingers up the inside of her thigh.
“Of course she’s not because she’s a filthy fucking slut. Aren’t you, baby?”
Heather doesn’t respond and I slap her pussy, lightly chuckling at her loud whimper.
“Kill asked you a question, sweetheart. Answer him.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head no, refusing to respond.
