Page 16 of Crushing Clover

“That kid you pushed out didn’t change a thing,” Rush said.

“I don’t have a kid.”

“Keep going,” Saint John grumbled.

Lucky finished unwrapping me and I found myself blushing under their scrutiny. It felt judgmental rather than admiring.

“Is it just me, or are her nipples a different shade of pink?”

“Check for the birthmark.”

Lucky pushed me down on the cold marble and metal coffee table and spread my legs before I could stop him. I had the familiar guilt about letting someone other than Noah touch me before remembering we were history, and I was here thanks to his stupidity.

“No birthmark, and her pussy doesn’t look the same.”

The other two had followed us over and were examining me, too.

“Taste her.”

Even knowing I was here for them to use however they wanted, I tried to struggle off the table. The other two held me still and spread my thighs as Lucky crouched. Unfortunately, they were all bigger than I was.

“Trying to pass yourself off as a whore so you can dive back into our bed?” Saint John was glaring down at me, but then his attention was drawn down to where it felt like Lucky was inhaling the scent of my pussy.

“I’m telling you, it’s not her.” Lucky spread my labia with his fingers and groaned. “She even smells different.” He pushed his face between my thighs, making me squeak.

“Are you sure?” Rush demanded.

“There’s a reason I’m the one who does quality control.” Lucky swept his tongue over me, and I jolted at the sensation. Noah hadn’t liked doing oral, and I’d forgotten how amazing it felt.

Lucky paused, assessing my taste like a connoisseur as I gasped for breath. “Definitely not the same woman.”

This felt like some fucked-up Cinderella scenario. If this Arabella girl was so familiar to all three of them, shouldn’t they be able to tell us apart without a fucking taste test?

He licked me again, his tongue prodding, stroking, savoring, ignoring my struggles since his friends were holding me still. I wanted to hate it, but the pleasure they were forcing on me was fucking intense.

I mewled and thrashed against the hard hands holding me down. They were arguing over my head, but my brain had zeroed in on the tongue between my legs. Lucky groaned his appreciation, sending the vibrations through my clit.

Enjoying this felt wrong. I’d been able to keep my feelings to myself at the resort, but how was I going to be able to maintain professional detachment if these guys played my body like musicians instead of only using it as a cum dumpster?

“Please,” I begged.

“Fuck her, to be sure,” Saint John said, his voice ragged.

Lucky tugged me to the edge of the table and stripped off his towel, leaving him naked. Apparently, he was as eager to get into me as I was to have him.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked, his eyes hazy with lust.

“Y-yes.”

I glimpsed a thick, pierced cock then it was pushing into me, stretching me wide, making me whimper in discomfort, despite how I was dripping and ready. I was still feeling bruised from Warren, and he wasn’t taking things slowly.

“Fuuuck. So good.” His breath caught, and he shuddered above me.

He grabbed my hands from his friends and pinned them above my head. Although I’d had public sex a few times at the resort, it still made me want to cringe. He went fast and hard. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes. His dick piercing felt like it was rubbing me in interesting places, but he was being too rough for me to enjoy it.

“Go ahead and fight me, beautiful. You won’t get away.”

I couldn’t help but try to prove him wrong, but that only made him hold me down more firmly and fuck me harder. The table I was on started to jerk along the floor with each thrust, until Rush braced it.

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