Page 93 of Hell to Pay

Then Rafe moved toward me.

He stood in front of me, blocking my view of the crowd, and held my face in his hands. I felt a moment of panic: in the black-and-gold skull mask, he looked nothing like himself.

Then he kissed me long and deep, his tongue sweeping my mouth like he was sending me a message, and my body remembered.

Someone pressed against my back and I knew it was Nolan, knew from the way his form molded to mine, the way his hands slipped into the bodice of my dress to cup my tits.

They were bookending me, shielding me as much as they could from the crowd.

I had to force myself to respond to Rafe’s kisses at first. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But then he pulled back to look into my eyes.

“Just you and me,” he murmured, too softly for anyone else to hear. “You and us.”

I knew what he was saying: focus on him, on them. Pretend we were alone at the mountain house, the big glass doors open to the deck, the sounds of a summer night outside.

He kissed me again and I closed my eyes, let myself be transported away from this ugly place, let myself believe he was right.

That it was just us.

I met the sweep of his tongue with my own, riding the fire that burned in my stomach, sinking into it as Nolan fondled my nipples and Jude slipped his hand under my dress.

His palm was warm against my thigh, and I sighed as he slid his fingers inside my underwear. He ran them through the folds of my pussy and I moaned as he brushed against my clit, then slid them inside me as he kissed my shoulder.

I was bracketed on three sides by them, kissing Rafe, pushing against the hard press of Nolan’s cock against my ass while Jude fucked me with his fingers.

Rafe broke the kiss and I let my head fall to the side as he trailed kisses down my neck, then felt the brush of his fingers on my shoulders.

He pushed the straps of my dress aside and Jude removed his hand from my cunt long enough for the dress to pool at my feet. Now I was naked except for my underwear, but the Bastards were still there, all around, trying to shield me from the eyes of the crowd.

Jude knelt at my feet and positioned himself between my thighs. He licked my pussy while Rafe took one of my nipples in his mouth and I sighed in spite of myself.

Because I knew these men. Knew their mouths and their touch.

Wanted them. Loved them.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” Nolan said in my ear.

I did as he instructed and focused on the sensation of Jude’s tongue, wet and hot, sliding through my pussy. He lingered on my clit, lapping and licking, and I knew he was trying to give me pleasure in spite of the circumstances.

Rocking my hips against his mouth was instinctual, my body reaching for orgasm, my eyes still closed to the crowd as he brought me close to climax, Rafe sucking on one tit while Nolan fondled the other one from behind.

Jude removed his mouth from my cunt, but I forced myself to keep my eyes closed, to stay in the fantasy that it was just us. Just me and Rafe and Nolan and Jude.

And yeah, they were still bastards, but they were my bastards.

Then Rafe’s body was back, covering mine from the front, and I opened my eyes to look up at him.

“Just us,” he murmured, freeing his cock from his tuxedo pants and hooking one of my legs around his thigh.

He pulled my underwear aside and I closed my eyes as I felt the nudge of his thick head against my entrance.

“I fucking love you, Lilah.” He murmured it in my ear. “I need you to know it. Here. Now.”

My eyes flew open, shocked, wondering if he was just saying it to make me more comfortable.

But no, I saw the truth of it burning in his eyes though his mask.

I held on to his shoulders as he pushed inside me, bracing myself against his body with my leg, hooked around his thigh. Behind me Nolan slipped one finger into my asshole and I sank onto it, shocked and pleasantly surprised by how it enhanced my pleasure.

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