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Declan and Silas climb in the front and the engine purrs to life. All three masked men turn to face me, and I can’t stop the rush of adrenaline and desire that pulses through me, sending heat straight to my core. Maybe I’m a little more fucked up than I originally thought because any sane person would be sobbing and begging for mercy. Here I am, bound and at the mercy of three strangers, and all I can think about is which one I would want to fuck me first and if they would do it with the masks on.

“We have a problem, Angel,” Hayden says quietly from the seat beside me, his normal voice cutting through the silence.

Declan continues without pause, “It seems that you have gotten under our skin.” I note that he’s not using a voice distorter either. “Now it’s only fair that we get under yours,” he says seductively.

His words send another wave of heated desire straight to my clit. Holy fuck, I’m in trouble.

“We need to get you out of our systems,” Silas mutters and turns back to face the road, pulling out of the parking deck and heading toward the west side of town.

“So you need to fuck me out?” I ask, unable to keep the breathy tone from slipping past my lips. Hayden chuckles quietly beside me and I take a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. My entire body is hot magma on the inside and cold sweat on the outside. My heart is pounding against my ribs, and the blood rushing through my eardrums is almost deafening.

I know that I should be afraid because these men are dangerous. They could easily kill me without anyone knowing, but I know deep in my gut that they won’t. Just like I know that I won’t gut them and leave them bleeding. It’s a dangerous game that we’re playing, but what’s life without a little chaos?

“That we do,” Declan rumbles from the passenger seat. His baritone sends another shiver straight down my spine and into my soaking core.

My smile turns feral as I realize that none of them are making any effort to hide their voices from me. Which means that I’m not as good of a chameleon as I think I am. They know who I am, well, partially. I still don’t think they know the extent of my reach. They know what I am capable of doing.

And most important…

They know that I know who they are behind those masks.

Chapter 19

Emelia

After a very tense and very silent twenty minute drive out of the city, I find myself sitting on a hard metal chair in the middle of an empty warehouse. My wrists and ankles are still bound, but they haven’t blindfolded or gagged me… yet. I know I keep pushing my luck every time I open my mouth.

“We could play another game of poker. What do you say?” I stare Declan down, but he doesn’t move from where he is leaning against the cinderblock wall. “Fine. Another hand to hand? What about the best two out of three, is that still on the table?” I turn my face to Hayden, who is sitting backward in a chair, his forearms resting across the top of the chair.

Silas walks into the room with a set of keys dangling from his fingers. His shoulders remain tense, and he can’t even turn in my direction. I can’t be sure if any of them are even looking at me because the eye holes of the masks are blacked out. “Come on, boys,” I purr and roll my shoulders to release some of the tension.

Despite knowing exactly who they are and what they’re planning to do to me, I feel so nervous. My palms are sweating. I can’t get my breathing under control. My heart is poundingin my throat. My stomach keeps doing somersaults in my abdomen. I can’t make myself focus on the fine details of my surroundings. This is different from the other times that I’ve been in similar situations. Although I’m bound to a chair and at their mercy, I still feel in my heart that I have some control.

That thought gives me a moment of solace, but the dark recesses of my soul seep to the surface and push reason aside. I don’t want to be in control. For the first time in a long time, I want to be controlled. I tremble at the thought of them completely dominating me and sending me spiraling into that legendary subspace. “Why so serious?” I hiss out in my best Joker impersonation.

“I swear to God,” Declan snaps suddenly. “If you do not shut your fucking mouth I will gag you.”

Touchy touchy.

Is someone regretting their decision to kidnap me from my own compound? Are they backing out? Fuck that. I want to be spitroasted by two of these insanely hot masked men. My cunt quivers with the thought of them taking me one right after the other.

“This isn’t a good idea,” Silas says quietly and braces his hands on an empty table in the corner. His back is tense and his shoulders rise and fall slowly, like he’s having trouble drawing in breaths.

“It’s really not,” Hayden agrees softly and shifts in his chair. Declan walks over and drops a hand on Hayden’s shoulder. “If I start this, I won’t be able to stop until she is so full of cum that it’s running down her thighs.”

His words send another wave of heated desire straight to my clit. I shiver at his tone and let out a soft gasp. “Come on boys,” I whisper and turn in my chair to face Haydenand Declan. “You know you want to. I’m already so wet just thinking about taking you in my mouth.” My voice is low and husky and I watch as my words sink in. Hayden stands so suddenly that the chair almost falls over, and I know that I have him.

I look back at Declan and lower my lids. I’ve been watching him so closely, noting how his dominant traits bleed into his regular life. I’ve seen the way he clenches his fists at my smart mouth. “Please,” I breathe out the plea. “Please… Sir.” The submissive request is soft. I smile internally and watch as my claws sink into their mark and his entire body shudders.

“Get her up and cut her legs loose,” Declan barks the order to Hayden, who kneels in front of me and cuts the cords binding my ankles together with a small pocketknife. “You’re mine first. The boys can have what’s left of you when I’m done.” Declan wraps my hair around his fist and grips the roots hard. I wince at the slight pinch on my scalp as he pulls me to my feet. He looks from Silas to Hayden. “Who wants to unwrap our new toy?”

Silas looks over his shoulder and groans loudly, but Hayden is closer. His gloved hands skim down my sides until his fingers slip under my hoodie. I’m briefly distracted by the gloves, and it dawns on me that I’ve never seen his bare hands. He slowly pulls it up and over my head and then inhales sharply. I’m not wearing anything underneath. “I’m going to bite you everywhere you want it,” he whispers to me in reference to the saying on my hoodie. He unties my wrists to pull the sleeves off and reties them behind my back. Smart man. Not that I would even think about running from this wet dream scenario. Then he removes my shoes and pants just as seductively, all while Declan keeps a firm grip on my hair.

“Fuck,” Silas groans and moves closer. I can feel his eyes drag a line of fire along my body even though I can’t see them and I swear I’m going to combust if someone doesn’t touch me soon. “I love this work,” he whispers and reaches out to trace the tattoos encompassing my left arm. A phoenix on my upper arm and a mix of florals, swirls, and intertwining snakes going down my forearm.

Declan sits down in my chair and uses my hair to pull me down until I’m lying across his knees with my ass in the air. Oh fuck. My mind blanches as his other hand begins to pinch and massage my ass. “I’m going to tell you a secret,” he whispers in my ear and my back arches at his gravelly voice. “I’ve been counting all the times that I should have bent you over my knee and left my palm imprinted on your skin. You’re so reckless. So sarcastic. So infuriating.” He gives my asscheeks a hard squeeze with every reason. “So… Addicting,” he purrs slowly.

SLAP!

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