Page 17 of Crushing Clover

Lucky grunted, and his cock bucked inside me. He immediately yanked out, absently dripping cum on my mons and belly.

“Fucking amazing.”

“It’s her, right?” Saint John demanded.

“Nope. Absolutely not her.”

Cum dribbled out of me, dripping down my ass, probably pooling on the edge of the coffee table.

It had all happened so fast I only realized at that moment he’d been bareback. Warren hadn’t used protection either, but it had felt like he’d kill me if I so much as spoke without permission.

“Condom?” I croaked.

A little fucking late, Clover.

“Shit, yeah. I didn’t even think.” Lucky chuckled and rubbed at his neck tattoo.

“Have you been tested?” I asked, my voice hitching.

“We’re fine.” He shrugged. “I assume you’re tested regularly.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” They’d tested me before going to the Island, then again while they’d processed me to come here.

“You need Plan B?”

“I’m on the shot,” I whispered. “I should be fine for a few months.”

Months of this. Fuck.

I moved to sit up, but Saint John planted a big hand on my chest and pushed me back down.

“You next, Rush.”

“What? You don’t trust Lucky?” Rush asked sourly.

“Lucky would take her back without a second thought. You wouldn’t.”

Rush shrugged and got between my thighs, apparently not caring that he was getting seconds.

“Wait—”

“For?” His cold glare made me swallow.

“I don’t know. I—”

He didn’t wait for me to say anything else and sank into me so slowly I whimpered. I hadn’t gotten a good look at his dick, but it felt as big as Lucky’s. Apparently, his animosity for me didn’t make it difficult to get it up.

When he was balls deep, he rumbled a groan. “I forgot how good pussy was.”

My clit felt like it was pulsing with its own little heartbeat, and I arched beneath him, trying to get any part of his body to rub against it. The hem of his T-shirt finally brushed against it, and I whimpered.

“You like cock, beautiful?” he murmured, looking down into my eyes. His words had been kind enough, but his mouth twisted with a sadistic smile.

I opened my mouth to reply, but only gasped as he pulled almost all the way out then hammered back into me, bottoming out, making it hurt. He grabbed my thighs and pummeled me with his dick, like he was stabbing someone he hated. Tensed against the pain, I squeezed my eyes shut and let it happen. They were too monstrous to escape from, with their big bodies and hard hands.

My brain fell back into the moment on the island where I was sure the two men who’d caught me would kill me. They’d used me and beaten the living crap out of me.

Pain.

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