Page 50 of Devil's Game

Well, he was right about both of those things. I was still soaked, my body ravenous for more after Spade and Kellan had been about to send me into another orgasm, and my panties were still pulled to the side.

“That’s not fair.” Spade huffed from behind us as Merrick stomped away, carrying me toward the changerooms.

But neither of them followed, probably knowing Merrick would tear their heads off if they got in his way now. I only hoped that they would join us later because my body was screaming for all three of my men. It was like their touching and teasing had awoken something inside me that wouldn’t be quelled until I tasted each of them, had their cocks buried inside me, reassuring me that they were here and they were mine.

Merrick’s back slammed into the door, some of the cheers from the crowd fading as he strode down the hallway. I couldn’t wait, though. I needed him now, and judging by the hunger lacing his hazel eyes, he was barely holding himself back.

I looped my arms around his neck, shifting in his hold until my chest was pressed against his and my legs were wrapped around his waist. His large palms supported me, slipping under my dress to cup my ass now that there was no one around to see.

“Little devil.” The name was like a blessing and a curse on his tongue as I stole his lips, cutting off whatever else he was about to say. He nearly broke the door off its hinges, if the metallic crash that reverberated through the room as he slammed open the changeroom door was anything to go by.

My gaze drifted to the leather couch that had featured in my first fantasy about this room, but Merrick bypassed it completely, the ravenous look in his eyes sending a thrill of electricity through me.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Giana.” He pressed me up against a row of lockers, the sharp bite of cold metal instantly soothing my heated skin. “Or maybe you do.” He pulled his lipsfrom mine, his gaze roving over me, taking in every curve of my body in the tight dress.

“I might have chosen the color on purpose.” I grinned mischievously. Red was his favorite color, and I’d even gotten the shade close enough to his Impala that I knew he would instantly notice.

I rocked my hips against him, reminding him of the position we were in. Fuck, he was already hard, the thick line of his cock pressing against his tight shorts. I almost wanted to hop down and take in the full image, but the pressure was too delicious as my clit rubbed against his length, sending flames of desire licking up my spine.

He cursed under his breath, his gaze hazing over with lust as I slipped my hand between us and pushed down his shorts, freeing his massive cock. Hissing in a breath, I rocked my hips again, loving the friction of his skin against mine.

“You’re going to be the death of me, little devil.” His words seemed strangled, like he was trying to control himself, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to lose himself in me, to free himself of the shackles he constantly chained himself in. “But I’ll love every damn second of it.”

With one thrust, he was inside me, my walls squeezing around him as I nearly came undone. A moan tore from my lips, but his mouth slammed on mine, swallowing the sound. The kiss was rough and claiming, his tongue stroking mine, consuming me. My nails dug into his bare shoulders as he drove into me, our bodies coming together with each caress, each breath we shared.

I met Merrick with every roll of his hips, my body igniting as lust scorched along my veins, lighting me up from the inside out. My breaths came in ragged pants, but I didn’t care, didn’t pull my mouth away from him, because I needed him more than I needed air.

When he hit the perfect spot, I arched my hips, never wanting him to stop as he pushed me closer and closer to that precipice. Every second of tonight had been propelling us toward this point, toward this carnal need that we had for one another, making any thought other than him nearly impossible.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Giana,” Merrick said against my lips, his thick length claiming me with each thrust.

“I’m yours,” I breathed, my eyes locking with his as they flickered open, soaking in just how much he needed to hear those words.

We were together, and we’d kill anyone who ever tried to tear us apart. But it still felt new, tenuous, like, despite everything, I might wake up at any moment and realize this had all been the sweetest dream while I was still locked away in my prison.

“I love you.” There was a possessive fire that lit in his eyes, as though the very words had been torn from his heart.

“I love you,” I cried as he slammed into me, his thick length pushing me over that cliff at that exact moment.

My orgasm crashed over me, my heartbeat thundering as a warm, languid heat spread through my limbs. He pushed me through my climax, extending it as long as he could before pleasure gripped him. Finally, he plunged inside me one last time, filling me completely as he found his release.

I thought I was done, that my guys had wrenched every drop of pleasure from my body that they could, but I was wrong. His climax sent me hurtling into another as my pussy clenched around him.

My chest brushed against his bare pecs as we both desperately tried to fill our lungs, gripping each other like we never wanted to let go.

I traced a thumb over his cheek, grimacing at the bruise that had already started to form around the bandaged cut. “I hateseeing you hurt. I know you had to draw it out, but can you maybe not let him get in so many hits next time?”

I could watch him pummel his opponents all night, but that—that had been hard to stomach.

His grin was feral, his reaction drawing my lips into a frown. “And I hate seeing you being finger fucked in front of me when I’m powerless to join in.”

Fuck, I’d wanted him to join in. I wanted all three of my men worshipping my body, joining in the pleasure as sex and lust permeated the room.

I gasped and swatted his chest. “Don’t lie. You loved every second of it.”

“I would’ve loved it if there wasn’t a bar full of people that could’ve seen.” Merrick growled, the rumble of his chest sending an excited flutter straight to my core.

Merrick groaned as I clenched around him, jerking his hip involuntarily, but the moment his cock stroked inside of me, he was already growing hard again.

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