Page 140 of Craving Consequences

Lachlan stands over me, eyes a dark, possessive black as he tears open his belt. The metal clinks loudly over the pounding of my heart.

Behind him, Van kicks the door shut with the heel of his boot. The lock snaps into place with the twist of his fingers, the sound a promising echo in the silence. All the while, his gaze never leaves where his friend is reaching under my skirt and yanking my panties down my legs.

“Take your dress off.”

The command is low, practically a warning between the discarding of his shirt and pants with single minded purpose. Stripping down to all those beautiful muscles and that perfect dick I can’t get enough of.

Yet, I don’t move to comply. I stay in my reclined sprawl across the sofa. Knees slightly apart, slightly bent. My head tilts and I flutter my lashes up at him.

“This dress?” I bunch the fabric of my skirt between my fingers, lifting it just high enough to capture his attention when his gaze drops to follow the rising hem. I stop. “Make me.”

As if those two simple words have the power to flip a switch in him, Lachlan’s eyes turn opaque. His features harden with a feral hunger that sends the butterflies in my stomach crazy.

“You think it’s wise to test me right now?” His voice is quiet, a perfectly balanced knife.

I give a coy little shrug that only narrows his eyes.

He moves with unexpected speed. A blur of taut muscles and angry hands. I barely have time to smirk when he’s on me. One knee wedges high between mine, practically at my mound as his hand closes around my throat. Squeezes.

My breath catches and he smirks.

“Fucking, little brat,” he growls through his teeth. “I warned you.”

The pretty necklace holding my throat vanishes only to close around the neckline of my dress with both fists and yank.

The fabric may as well have been made of paper the way it comes apart. The sound explodes in the silence. A ripping, hiss of assault that doesn’t stop until he’s shredded every inch of it. Torn it from my body; bared and exposed me to the cool AC and the demon in his eyes.

I’m forced harder into the cushions as he releases the tattered remains of my favorite dress in exchange for my breasts. He’s on them with the intensity of a starved wolf, palming and sucking until I’m practically riding his thigh.

“Lachlan, please...” My plea fades into a sharp hiss of pain when he sinks his teeth into the sensitive peak.

“Please what?” He laps at the injury with the flat of his tongue.

I squirm, my thighs trembling around the knee he has keeping them apart. “I ... I need you.”

Molten gaze lifts through heavy lashes to fix me over the tongue he has circling my nipple. “Need me to what, Everly?”

Heat sweeps up my neck to fill my cheeks. It burns behind my eyes.

I know what he wants me to say, and I know I’ve said it before. Mostly with the courage of vodka nudging me along, and back at the cabin when I was too out of my mind to care, but here? Now? With him and Van watching me?

“Please don’t make me say it...”

Lachlan chuckles darkly, refusing to release me from the grip of his gaze. “But I want to hear it.” He rises up over me. A second knee joins the first, forcing mine wider. “I want you to beg for my cock.”

I wriggle, restless and nervous. I run my tongue over my lips and shift a glance in the direction of the other man standing several feet away, arms folded, watching me get tortured by his friend.

Van will be no help. I know it, still I plead with him with my eyes and earn a raised eyebrow in return.

I hated when Bron tried to make me say it. I hated the way the words would cling to the air, dripping with condescension and crude mockery.

But I love when Van and Lachlan tell me they’re going to fuck me. I love when they groan it into my ear as they sink intomy body. It doesn’t feel wrong and belittling when it comes from them.

Still I’m anxious when I fix my gaze to Lachlan’s throat and will the words to the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck me,” I whisper so low it’s no more than just the motion of my lips.

The head of his cock breaches me, sends my head back with a gasp.

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