Page 89 of Savage Reign

It only pushed me toward the frenzy.

“Please,” I begged. I didn’t know what I was begging for. To come? Or for more? How would it feel to have all three of them take me at the same time? The thought was nearly too much for my inexperienced mind to conjure.

“Enough,” Killian said, wrapping one arm around the small of my back and pulling me in closer to him. Silas pulled out ofme, and I made a small moan in protest, especially when I could feel my arousal gushing out of me from the move.

Killian lifted me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips automatically as his hands cupped my bare bottom. He walked us over to the couch. I looked back to see Maverick and Silas standing there, varying degrees of amusement and arousal on their faces.

I swallowed. “Where are we going?”

“We are getting started on your punishments,” Killian responded, sitting down on the couch with me still on his lap.

It took me a moment for his words to really register. Once they did, I fought against his hold. But he must have been expecting that. He tightened his arms around me marginally, and, in a show of strength, he repositioned me face down over his lap. It was embarrassing how quickly he had been able to do it, too. My face burned, thinking about the image I must make.

I wiggled, and he slapped my ass cheek once.

I groaned in pain, especially when he pressed his huge palm over the sting until it felt hot.

“Killian.”

“Be a good girl and take your punishment. This will be over before you know it.”

I twisted around and glared at him, my hands wrapped around his calves, trying to brace myself. “Take my punishment? Are you serious?”

He smiled at me. It wasn’t a nice smile. “Are you mine?”

“Well, yes, but what does that have to do with—fuck.”

I lost my grip on his leg when he spanked my ass once, roughly. I could vaguely hear Silas groan in pleasure—the bastard.

“You’re mine. And I’m yours. But you questioned it.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to spank me, you bastard.”

He laughed wickedly. “Wanna bet?”

I turned to Silas, who looked like he was enjoying this way too much, before directing my attention to Maverick. “Aren’t you going to do something?”

His eyes glinted, telling me the answer before it was even uttered from his lips. “Why? He’s right. You did doubt us, little monster. How can we ensure you’ll never think that again unless we show you just how serious we are?”

“By spanking me?”

“By punishing you.” Maverick nodded to Killian.

“You bastard—ow! Killian!” I yelled when his huge, hard-as-fucking-stone palm rained down on my ass.

I kicked my legs out from the pain, hoping that would get him off my ass.

“Fuck, baby, do you know what it does to me to hear you doubting me? Doubting us?” Killian asked between each spank, switching from one butt cheek to the next.

“I’m sorry,” I gritted out. “I won’t do it anymore.”

He moved his hand to the bottom of my ass cheek. I jumped—this hit stinging more than the other.

“No, you won’t,” Killian agreed darkly.

I looked over to Maverick and Silas standing there. Their eyes were dark as they watched me intently. It didn’t take a fucking genius to know they were hard.

There was something wrong with them. There was something wrong with me as well because beneath the pain, the fucking frustration that I was on display taking my punishment like this, there was the undeniable stirring of my arousal.

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