Page 118 of Crushing Clover

“And he didn’t make it good for you?”

“No, sir. Neither of them cared.”

“It was at that resort you were working at?”

I nodded.

“What? We’re going to start caring about her feelings and leave her alone now?” Saint snapped.

“Of course not,” Rush replied, grinning. “We’re going to have to make it good enough so she learns how to beg for it.”

The man was fucking delusional. All three of them laughed.

“I would never!”

Lucky patted down his pockets and fished out a packet he handed to Saint.

“What’s that?” I demanded.

“Remember that conversation we had about chivalry?” Rush asked. “Lucky is sacrificing his emergency lube packet for you. Now thank him like a good girl.”

“Thank you, Lucky,” I said, unable to disobey when I was half wild from the way they were touching me. Saint’s tongue wasn’t giving me any rest, and the bastard knew exactly when to slow down so he didn’t accidentally get me off.

“You’re both too nice to her,” he said when he came up for air.

“It’s not her fault she ended up here,” Rush said as he licked the taste of me from Saint’s bottom lip.

“It’s absolutely her fault she ended up here, which means I don’t have to feel sorry for the little brat.” Even so, he ripped open the lube packet with his teeth with the ease of a man who’d done it a million times. He squirted some onto his finger and rubbed it exactly where I didn’t want him going, as I shook my head and rolled my safeword around in my mouth.

My heart thundered in my ears, and all I could think of was how much it had hurt on the island—the pain and fear and howlong it had taken to heal. That Rush had already fucked my ass and hadn’t made it unbearable seemed like a fever dream.

Lucky put his mouth to my ear and groaned, making me squirm with unwanted arousal. “Don’t be scared. Saint’s a jerk and he might hurt you, but he won’t ever harm you. You get used to the feeling after a few times, I promise. Eventually, you might even like it.”

I grabbed his hand as though I were falling off a cliff.

Saint’s finger intruded incrementally into my ass, prodding and confident, making me grimace in protest.

Did they all have to watch my face so intently? So fucking embarrassing.

“There’s nothing that makes me hornier than watching someone not used to anal learning to accept the sensation,” Rush admitted. “Remember how red Lucky would turn? He’d be so embarrassed, but his cock always gets so fucking hard.”

“Shut up,” Lucky mumbled. “You’ve bottomed what? Twice? And you were drunk both times. You don’t know what it’s like—not really.”

Saint pushed his finger deeper into me with slow, deliberate precision, convincing my body to accept him even though I couldn’t help but try to keep him out.

“Fuck, I love that she’s hating this.”

It felt different than last time, with all of them observing me, as though I were a science experiment. Tears of mortification scalded my cheeks, and Lucky kissed them away.

“I know it’s uncomfortable, and you’re embarrassed, but you’re being such a good girl for us,” Rushton assured me.

“It can be good even when it’s not,” Lucky said, soothingly. “They’re going to take what they want, so you might as well try to relax. At least he’s being nice.”

“Fuck,” Saint said with a groan. “She’s so fucking tight.”

“I’ll do anything else you want,” I begged, willing to sell my soul to change his mind, if that’s what it took.

“You’ll give me anything else? What else would I want from you that I can’t just take?” He fingerfucked my ass and sucked my clit into his mouth, his teeth sharp as he nipped there.

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