Page 63 of Tainted Truth

I pound my fists on the table and stand, mimicking Asher’s position. “I, just as much as anyone, know the world isn’t sunshine and rainbows. Don’t throw that in my face.”

“Then stop acting like it’s all so simple. It’s fucking not.”

I hate that I get it. I hate that I understand why they are the way that they are. I understand why they’re okay with taking lives. Does that mean I’m a bad person?

Maybe it means you’re understanding and have a better grasp on right and wrong.

“I hate you,” I seethe at Asher.

He smirks, setting my panties on fire. “No, you don’t.”

I grab his tie and yank him across the table. He leans in, and his mouth finds mine like a heat-seeking missile. Our tonguesduel, fighting for control. His hands cup my face, and he angles my head, deepening the kiss.

Asher breaks the kiss and grits out, “On the table, Princess.”

I glower at him. “Or what?”

Asher grins. “Oh, Princess. I don’t think you want to find out.”

Smiling challengingly back at him, I quip, “Try me.”

Asher looks to either side of me and nods his head. Before I can ask what’s going on, I’m lifted and laid out on the table. Asher has my wrists secured in his hand, Rio holds my hips down, and Zane moves to stand between my legs, which are currently hanging off the end of the table.

“You should have listened.”

I watch the men around me, not a single prickle of panic to be found. Instead, there’s a fluttering low in my belly. “I think I’m doing just fine.”

“Let’s see if you feel the same way when you’re screaming because of us.” My pants and thong are ripped down my legs, and my shirt is lifted above my head and wrapped around my wrists, tying them together. The bitter cold of the metal table bites into my skin.

“The things we could do to this sexy body,” Zane claims as his fingers trace the slope of my neck.

Zane grabs a chair and settles in. His head dips, and breathes in my scent, groaning loudly. “Perfection.” His deep voice makes my inner muscles clench.

I try to close my legs, but his shoulders prevent me from hiding my center from him.

Rio bends down and begins kissing and sucking my skin across my stomach and slowly makes his way up to my breasts. “I could spend all day playing with these.”

“Please,” I whine as I arch my back.

“What did I say to you before, Mama? You never have to beg.”

Asher remains by my head and watches the scene playing out in front of him. I can’t help but do the same, watching these men worship my body like I’m a queen. Their queen.

A moan escapes me as Asher grabs the other chair and makes himself comfortable. “Your sounds are mine, Princess.” Then he captures my lips with his own and drowns me in a kiss full of bliss. His tongue enters my mouth at the same time Rio pulls the cups of my bra down and sucks on my stiff peaks. Asher reaches a hand down for my other breast and rolls my nipple.

Rio bites the side of my breast, and I scream into Asher’s mouth. “I’m going to mark you every time, Baby. Every damn time.”

My body writhes as Zane kisses his way up my inner thigh. He laves at my clit over and over. Each flick of his tongue makes the pressure in my core build. His fingers delve into my pussy and pump in and out.

The pleasure is too much, yet I need more.

“Please, don’t stop,” I beg.

“I’ll never stop, Angel. Not when you taste this sweet.”

His words vibrate against my clit, making me squirm.

When I moan, each man goes back to playing my body like a fucking fiddle. Zane’s tongue in my pussy, Rio’s mouth on my mound, biting and licking, and Asher’s hands plucking at my stiff peak.

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