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I nodded before remembering he wanted verbal answers.

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.” His nostrils flared and his fingers tightened on my jaw just enough for me to feel it. “When you speak to me tonight,you will call me ‘Sir’. Now, tell me why the fuck an innocent little thing like you is at a club like this, volunteering herself up to be used and abused.”

He didn’t let me answer before he continued.

“What would you do right now if I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock? Right here at the bar? It’s not unusual. There’s a woman on her knees fifteen feet away from you right now. What if I pull this nightie down over your tits and make you walk around like that?” His eyes flashed. “That’s the place you came to. Is that what you want?”

Heaven help me, but his words turned me on. I didn’t think I wanted those things. I’d never wanted them before but there was something about him, and the way he was speaking, that made me want to do exactly as he said.

T moved so he was standing at my back and pressed his body into mine. He left his hand low so he could play with the hem of my nightie.

“We’ve never shared before. Each of us want you enough that we’re willing to, though. There’s a chance you’re going to come out of this night with marks to show for it. Is there anyone at home who’s going to notice them?”

“No, Sir.” I figured it was safe to call them all Sir.

Their drinks arrived and M leaned into me. “On your knees. I’m not going to make you suck my dick, though, angel. I just want you to kneel there and wait for the moment we take you to our room. Think about all the things we’re going to do to you. T likes ropes. I bet you he’s picturing you tied up right now. And W? W is weak for good pussy. I have a feeling he’s going to want to spend the night feasting on you.”

I hesitated. “What about you, Sir?”

He smiled then, but it was dark and sent a forbidden chill down my spine.

“I like breaking bad little girls who can’t follow directions.”

CHAPTER 3

Reagan

I went to my knees fast enough I knew they’d bruise from hitting the floor too hard. I sat back on my heels and looked up. The three of them looked like giant sequoia trees standing over me, creating a protective shield with their bodies which kept me away from prying eyes that weren’t their own.

“Eyes down, angel.” M’s voice was dark and deep, a promise of the man behind it. “Unless you want to start out the night over my knee.”

I tucked my chin and locked my gaze on his shoes. Boots. Rough ones, like they’d seen more than a little work. I’d heard the number the cowboys bid for me. If I wasn’t so overwhelmed by the sheer force of the three men over me, I would’ve been freaking out about the money.

They weren’t dressed in perfectly tailored suits like the other men in the club. They were in jeans and flannels with their sleeves rolled up. They looked good, better than any of the other men if you asked me, but they didn’t look like the type to visit Club Devil. Then again, neither did I.

I’d been reminded of that more than once while staring at the flat abs of more than one of the women who were bid on before me. I’d been terrified no one would bid on me and I’d have to crawl out of the club like the loser I was. Instead…I was on my knees, waiting for three very gorgeous cowboys to take me away and tie me up.

I was going to kill Harley. Or thank her. I wasn’t sure which.

“Welcome to the club, gentlemen.” Another man had joined them. I felt his eyes on me for just a moment before he moved on. “I wasn’t sure you’d stick around but I’m glad you did. Your prize looks as if she needs a special touch for the night. Master Vic is a trusted dom but he’s not for a fresh treat like the one you have here.”

I wanted to scowl at the man. I wasn’t a fresh treat. I was a grown ass woman who just so happened to have a best friend who got herself into something she couldn’t handle. Also, Master Vic? No way was I calling any of the men around me Master. I’d bite my own tongue off before I did.

T’s hand stroked over my head like he was petting a kitten. Soft, reassuring, almost comforting. “We appreciate you extending the invitation through the guys. Tonight would’ve been a whole lot less interesting if we’d just stayed home.”

They continued to speak over me but I lost myself in the feeling of T’s hand. I’d been so comforted by the way he stroked my hair I hadn’t realized he was tangling it around his fingers until he gripped it tight and tugged my head back. I let out a sharp gasp at the sensation and found him staring down at me with a hungry look on his face. He was so damn handsome I missed what he was saying for a moment.

“I asked if you were thirsty, kitten.” He squatted next to me and ran his fingers down the front of my throat. “I could get you a little bowl to lap out of. I think I’d like the sight of that. That beautiful ass swaying for me as you happily curled that tongue around whatever cream I gave you… You do like cream, don’t you, kitten?”

With him at my level I could see more of the club. I could see another man standing beside the three cowboys, watching me with razor sharp eyes. I was one of the most covered women in the club but I suddenly felt naked. “I…”

T tutted at me. “Don’t be a naughty kitten. You answer me when I ask you something. What do you think, M? Do you think our naughty kitten deserves a punishment?”

I couldn’t help myself. “You shouldn’t punish kittens.”

M smiled and clapped the outsider on the shoulder. “Seems we’re going to have our hands full.”

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