Page 116 of Crushing Clover

“Wait for what? Is there an encore?” Rush teased.

“There are…a lot of you,” I finished lamely.

“Only three,” Saint pointed out helpfully. “It’s not like this is the first time.”

“Yeah, but you joined the situation one at a time. It felt less intimidating that way. Three is a lot, and you’re all bigger than I am.” My palms felt damp, and I wiped them on my bare thighs.

“A lot of women would love to be in your position,” Saint said.

“Ha! They’d change their minds fast if this actually happened to them.” My knees were quivering, as though I’d gone swimming in a frigid lake.

Lucky’s yellow eyes had stopped looking warm and had gone wild. “You’ll get used to it.”

With a gasp, I bolted for the door, but they converged on me, cutting me off from my escape route.

“Don’t be afraid of us.” Rush’s smile was anything but comforting. “You didn’t die the last time.”

I shook my head. “Maybe we should wait.”

“No,” Saint said, sounding amused. “I don’t think we will.”

There was no way to get around them, but I fought anyway, cursing that even though I’d taken karate for a few years while I was in foster care, it didn’t seem to do much against three men this size. Maybe I was out of practice, but part of it was also that I didn’t want to seriously hurt them by aiming for something sensitive.

They chuckled as I struggled against them, and I could see it was turning them on rather than being a serious dissuasion.

“Give up, Clover. There’s no point in fighting.” In the melee, I wasn’t even sure who had spoken.

Giving them what they wanted was the entire reason I was here, but something in me rebelled at the idea of letting them win. They toyed with me for a while, letting me try to escape then getting me back under control, until I was an even sweatier mess. My dumb hair hung in my eyes, and my shrieks of outrage went completely ignored as they dragged me over to one of the weight benches.

“Leave me alone!”

“That’s not your safeword,” Rush reminded me.

I glared at him, but didn’t say it.

I’d been cursing and swearing at them the entire time, and I couldn’t help but make demands I knew they would ignore. I was angry, both that I was in this position and that it was turning me on. Having men overpower me hadn’t done anything for me on the island, but here, with these men, it felt different. It was the kind of scenario I’d often fantasized about. Though, in my fantasy, I’d technically been in the driver’s seat. These three were only going to do what they wanted, and to hell with me.

“Why don’t you go back to ganging up on Lucky?” I grunted, trying to pry Saint’s hand from my hair.

“And to think, you’ve been such a good girl lately I was thinking of letting you orgasm anytime you wanted.” Saint feigned regret, as though I’d lost a privilege I hadn’t been aware he was thinking of granting me.

“Are you saying I’ll be allowed to masturbate if I let you do this?”

“Letus do this, girl? We do what we want, when we want.”

I started fighting again, but they only laughed.

“Can I at least take a shower first?” I demanded, hoping to delay the inevitable. Maybe one or two of them would wander offand get distracted with something else. They only grinned and stripped me completely naked.

“What’s the point of showering? We’re all sweaty.” Lucky ran a hand over Saint’s glistening torso and licked his palm.

“This isn’t funny!”

“How cute. The little virgin has the jitters.” Saint pushed me down on the exercise bench while the other two held me there.

I shook my head at him. “You don’t want to do this. You don’t even like me.”

“He doesn’twantto like you. There’s a difference.” Rush laughed, and Saint shot him a murderous glare.

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