by Piper Stone
Rafael was finished with being patient, yanking her by the arm until she was positioned in his arms, fisting her hair with one hand, his other planted firmly around her throat. “You’re also mine, beautiful woman. Don’t you forget that.”
She palmed his chest, whimpering only once before he crushed his mouth over hers. As I watched their passion unfold, my mouth was suddenly dry, my stomach churning. There was something intense about their connection, a different yet powerful vibe that I hadn’t experienced with her.
And I fucking hated it.
I almost laughed out loud, the ridiculousness of my thought creating another wave of anger. As Jax rubbed his callused hands down her back, smacking her bottom several times with the back of his hand, my body reacted every time his skin slapped against hers.
Within seconds, Jax dragged her against his chest, shifting into a gentler mode, stroking her hair as he kissed her passionately.
She responded by arching her back, shifting her hips back and forth. I had to admit, her beauty had been unexpected, the desire I felt entirely out of proportion.
I slipped my finger into my mouth, sucking for several seconds before crawling closer. When I was slathered with wetness, I slid the tip into the cleft of her ass, finding her dark hole with ease. She tensed, clenching her bottom but it was no use.
“Everything belongs to us, sweetheart. Remember? Your mouth. Your sweet pussy. And your tight little ass. I plan on using all three until you are unable to stand.” Chuckling darkly, I slipped my finger just inside, delighting at the soft mews she gave even through the kiss.
Jax shifted back, giving me a harsh glare as he curled his upper lip. “I’m going to fuck her.” As he tumbled to the bed, he dragged Delaney with him, forcing her to straddle his hips.
Her chest rising and falling, she shook her head.
“Stroke my cock, little girl. Do it,” Jax commanded. When she hesitated, he pinched both her nipples, twisting brutally. “When one of us gives you a command, you will follow it, or the consequences will be severe. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I swatted her bottom as Jax twisted more ferociously until she cried out. Her little butthole was so tight, hot as hades. I slid in another inch, pumping gently as her muscles expanded, accepting the invasion.
“Yes, sir,” she spat.
I adored her defiance. The majority of women would be blubbering, terrified to the point of being completely paralyzed. Not this spitfire of a woman. She was determined to try to get the upper hand. She obviously had no idea who she was dealing with.
As she took Jax’s cock into her hand, I pumped my finger several times, marveling in the way her muscles had already accepted. Clench and release. Clench and release.
“Imagine when my cock is buried to the hilt, Delaney. Imagine how full you’ll feel,” I whispered.
“Monster,” she whispered, twisting her hand back and forth across Jax’s shaft.
Jax muttered under his ragged breath, his eyes darting from her in my direction. “You should be afraid of monsters. They always get their prey,” he muttered.
Rafael shifted to a standing position, crouching over her then wrapping his hand around his cock. “And you’re going to suck me dry, cleaning every drop. Do you understand me?” He placed his hand on her head, forcing her to look in his direction.
“Yes, sir.” When she darted out her tongue, swirling it around the tip of his cock, I couldn’t take my eyes off the action.
I added a second finger, thrusting in even jabs, my hunger skyrocketing. I needed to be inside of her soon or I was going to lose my shit.
She remained tense as she parted her lips, accepting Rafael’s cockhead just inside her mouth.
“That’s it. Suck me. Take every freaking inch,” Rafael commanded, his fingers digging into her head.
I plunged several more times, my cock throbbing, my balls heavy. Even my breath was raspy, my mind lost to the yearning.
Rafael tilted his head, taking shallow breaths as he jutted his hips forward, forcing her to take several additional inches.
Her slight gagging sounds echoed in my ears, kicking my adrenaline to an extreme level.
Finally, I could take no more. “Sit on Jax’s cock,” I instructed, adding a third finger, twisting them back and forth. She was starting to relax, to accept. Lights flashed in front of my eyes as I picked up my rhythm, driving harder and faster.
A series of moans skipped out from around Rafael’s cock as she slid forward, trembling even more than before.
Jax gripped her hips, lifting her up several inches while Rafael shifted his stance, planting his feet on either side of Jax’s head.
“You see, little girl. All three men are going to take you.” Jax issued several low and husky growls before positioning her directly over his cock. “Put it inside.”
Whimpering, she did as she was told, her breath skipping as the tip of his shaft breached her swollen folds. “Fuck. Oh... So big.”
Jax continued making gruff animal sounds then yanked her all the way down.
Delaney released a high-pitched scream and slapped her hands on his chest. Her noise was quickly cut off as Rafael shoved his cock back into her mouth, forcing her to take every inch.
She rode Jax, her body bucking, one hand remaining on Jax’s chest and the other cupping Rafael’s balls. I could tell by his heated reaction how much he was enjoying the wicked tryst.
I wasn’t going to be able to hold back for long, pre-cum already dripping from my sensitive slit. My heart pounding, the sound echoing into my ears, I shifted closer, rubbing my cock against her heated bottom. She would wear my marks proudly, although there would be more.
“Now, I’m going to take you in the ass.” My words were barely audible, but I could tell she’d heard them, her whimpers increasing in volume. I did everything I could to control my desire as I pushed her forward, forcing her back into a deep arc.
“That’s it, little girl. Ride my cock while Sawyer rides your tight little ass,” Jax chuckled and cupped her breasts, squeezing.
The electric vibes created a wave of vibrations sweeping through me, stealing a portion of my breath. The second I slipped my cockhead inside, the fire erupted from deep within once again. I was consumed with the need to take her, the savage beast claiming what belonged to him. “Fuck. Fuck...”
She clawed Jax’s chest as I pushed inside, past the tight ring of muscle, deep into the heat as her muscles clamped down.
“Tight and wet, little girl,” Jax whispered as I rocked her forward, forcing her to ride Jax.
Her lovely skin shimmered, her fingers white-knuckled but as she started to relax, she needed no further coaxing.
“That’s it, sweet Delaney. Take all you want. There will be more,” I whispered and dragged my fingers down her spine as I thrust in long, deep drives. Everything about this was sinful, but I was forced to admit one hell of a ride.
“Keep sucking, my sweet. Every inch. That’s it,” Rafael mumbled, face fucking her brutally.
Our bodies moved as one, her ragged mews mixing with our guttural sounds, the entire moment surreal. We were nothing but beasts, pure savages.
As we continued, I could feel her body tensing and when her tight ass muscles clamped around my cock in a strangled manner, I could tell she was about ready to climax. Her entire body convulsed, her knees squeezing against Jax’s body.
“Suck, baby girl. Suck. I’m almost there. I’m...” As Rafael held both sides of her face, he threw his head back with a long exhale then a rowdy howl.
“I can’t hold back. I’m going to fill you... with... my...” Jax moaned as he bucked, his body shaking uncontrollably.
While I wanted this to last longer, to hold on to the intoxicating need, there was no way of stopping the explosion. As the climax rushed up from my balls, she squeezed once again.
“Fuck!”
As I erupted, filling her ass with my seed, I realized this girl was trouble.
Not because she wa
s conniving.
Not because she belonged to someone else.
Because she just might have the ability to wrap her long fingers around my heart.
Fuck. Me.
Chapter Nine
Delaney
Shocked.
That was the only word that filtered through my mind like some mantra, but it wasn’t. It was a harsh reality. I’d been forced to please the three rugged men because they thought I was someone else.
Spanked.
Fucked.
Captured.
By three men. And all under the graying skies of paradise. I was also shocked that they’d allowed me to slide into dry clothes, although my bottom was aching and every time I moved, the harsh scraping of my shorts was a firm reminder of the harsh punishment I’d received.
I shivered, the wind prickling my skin. At least they’d allowed me to stand out on the deck. Inhaling, the scent of the ocean was almost calming. I was able to see the churning water from where I stood. While I wanted to make sense of the past few hours, I still couldn’t put my finger on what the three rogue men were so pissed about. One thing I did know. This was all about something involving Sawyer and he had no issue destroying everything and everyone important to Carter. Was this about business? Was it personal? If I had to guess, I’d say both.
Not that they were going to provide any answers.
All three remained inside, sequestered in some kind of business meeting. I’d seen them searching the house, as if they were looking for something specifically. I had no idea how far they were willing to go, but given they had weapons and they were waiting for Carter’s arrival, my assumption was doing everything it took to destroy my boss. What I’d yet to tell them was that Carter had changed his mind about coming to the island. If I did, that would anger them even more.
My thoughts drifted to the powerboat, trying to remember the few times my father had taken me out in his fishing boat all those years ago. While I’d been enamored, was it remotely possible I could remember enough of how to operate one in order to get away? Moaning, I leaned over the railing, trying to see if I could catch a glimpse of the dock from where I was standing.
What did it matter? The three men would hunt me down like they did before. There was just no way to get away from them until they were ready.
That is, if they ever allowed me to leave. Would they kill me when they got what they wanted or was this merely about atonement?
At least I had my camera, the only thing in my possession that mattered to me. They’d searched the history of the pictures I’d taken, Sawyer cursing under his breath. What in the hell had he hoped to find? Damning evidence of some misdeed Carter had performed? Maybe a crime in motion?
As I held the Nikon in front of my face, I remembered the first time I’d been given a camera as a gift. The perfect Christmas. Then everything had gone downhill from there. I snapped a few shots, able to catch the water as it came in for high tide. Even the angle of the pool was beautiful, although with the dark clouds, the color wasn’t as beautiful as I knew Mr. Bradley would want.
While my zoom allowed me to catch a quick glimpse of the dock, I certainly wasn’t foolish enough to try to escape again.
I closed my eyes, trying to shove everything aside even for a few minutes. Sadly, images of their naked bodies rushed into my mind, replacing all the ugliness. I’d never been with such rugged men, my few previous boyfriends more like sophisticated businessmen with no affinity for rough and tumble work. Yet, the three of them were like a poster for the logging industry or maybe oil rigging.
All buff and sexy as hell. All three built like tanks. Massive arms. Six-pack abs. Jax’s arms were covered with colorful ink, the intricate designs so damn beautiful that I’d found it difficult to take my eyes off him. And his cock? Like some incredible masterpiece, long and thick. And the way he’d fucked me was heavenly. Jesus. I was a mess. My pussy continued to ache.
Then there was Rafael. His eyes were dreamy, his smile likely to draw any woman in from across the room. He had a level of tenderness that he’d attempted to hide, but I’d been able to feel it in the way he brushed his fingers down my arms.
I shivered uncontrollably and was thankful a wave of guilt rushed in. But what did I have to feel guilty about? I hadn’t been the one to do a damn thing wrong.
Sawyer was the wild card. The man was consumed with anger, utter hatred for Carter, the kind that led to murder. Whatever he’d gone through, it was personal and damning. He was gorgeous, his aristocratic nose and chiseled cheeks things of rare beauty, but the darkness within him kept him on edge.
Why the hell was I comparing them to men that I might actually give a damn about? I couldn’t wait to help send them away to prison for a very long time.
If you survive.
Yeah, there was that.
I suddenly felt a presence behind me and bristled. Another round I couldn’t handle. Not yet. Not ever. Not... Christ, I was pathetic.
“I hope you weren’t thinking about escaping, little brat.”
When Rafael spoke, the velveteen smoothness created a ripple effect deep within. A warm flush crept up my cheeks and I dared not look at him. He simply created a wave of heat that was ridiculous. “Would it do me any good? I have no idea where the hell I am.”
“You’re in the beautiful Caribbean, where all dreams become a possibility.” His words reminded me of wistful thinking.
“Or a nightmare.”
I heard the glitch in his breathing as he flanked my side, immediately handing me a glass of some amber liquid. “Here, drink this. I think you need it.”
Exhaling, I darted a look at his hands. He had the same drink in his other hand. Now we were going to be friends? I looked away, shaking my head.
“Drink it, Delaney. It’s scotch. Maybe it’s not your favorite but I think it’ll help calm your nerves.” He shoved the glass in front of me, refusing to take no for an answer.
I accepted, figuring I could use the glass to bash his head in if necessary. “Fine.”
“I’m not trying to poison you,” he said, chuckling.
“You might be able to understand why I can have no idea whether that’s true or not.”
He sighed and leaned over the railing, staring at the ocean. While he remained quiet, every few seconds he took a sip.
My throat was parched, the taste of Rafael’s cum remaining just like the scent of all three men covered every inch of my body. I wanted nothing more than a long, hot bath to rid myself of the experience. When I pulled the rim to my lips, the aroma at least gave me a smile. While I wasn’t a big drinker, right now I wanted nothing more than to get drunk. After taking a sip, I shuddered all over again.
“Who are you, Rafael?”
He took a deep breath. “An assassin for hire.”
“What? That can’t be the truth.”
“I assure you that it is, sweetheart. First for the military. Then for the private world. All in a day’s work.” He took a gulp of his drink, his eyes glassing over.
It was as if he’d wanted to tell me, but not to frighten me or even try to keep me in line, but because he craved telling someone. “I’m certain you’re good at what you do.”
“It pays the bills. Now, who are you really, Tiffany?” he asked quietly, darting a glance at my camera.
I wanted to snap a picture of him so damn badly.
“My name is Delaney Archer. I’ve worked with Bradley Enterprises for almost six months. Six of the longest, most grueling and demeaning months of my life but it beats working in a greasy diner, my previous job. Lucky me. I get to wear cheap suits and take his crap all day long, but the paycheck allows me to afford a tiny little apartment that costs an excessive amount of money. I have thrift store furniture, but it’s mine. My car is a rattrap, but I don’t have a payment on it, although the constant repairs are kicking me in the ass.” I wasn’t even certain why I bothered telling him my sad story. He didn’t give a damn.
Sadly, when I did offer
the volume of information, I realized how pathetic my life truly was. I knew he was going to laugh or call me a liar, just like Sawyer had a half dozen times. Whatever.
“What about the photography?” he asked, the question catching me off guard.
I took another swig of the scotch, surprised how smooth it was. I couldn’t help but wonder if the bottle was one of Mr. Bradley’s finest. “The truth is that Carter, Mr. Bradley was getting ready to fire me. When his regular photographer, Tiffany,” I said, glaring at him, “ran off to get married, I was foolish enough to accept the offer to fill in. He needs real estate pictures fast because he’s been trying to sell the house. I was able to show him the picture on my now trashed phone. They were a few that had been in a gallery in swanky Miami Beach. Isn’t that a crock of shit?”
He seemed surprised by my admittance, his eyebrows lifting. “So, you have a love of photography then?”
What in the hell did he care? Play along. Just play the nice girl.
“Love isn’t a strong enough word. For as long as I remember, I took pictures. I could spend hours by a lake or a river, taking pictures of nature. The other kids were playing and I had a camera in my hand. Funny, but I think my parents were thrilled I was out of their hair. They certainly didn’t have any time for me.” I was mortified I’d told him anything. “Anyway, I thought I’d be able to turn my hobby into a profession, but things just didn’t work out. Hence working in the diner.”
“Then you have a real gift, an eye. What about the show?” he asked, pressing on as if two friends were chatting, but as crazy as it sounded, he was easy to talk to.
“Well, I sold a single photograph and after one week of a two-week deal, the owner was forced to breach the contract. As he said, he couldn’t have a loser’s photographs positioned in such a prominent position in his windows.”
Rafael growled. “What the fuck? What an asshole.”
“Yeah, I dove into a vat of ice cream for a couple days then had to find something else. The diner lasted all of three weeks. By that point I was ready to move back home.”
I nervously took another sip, hating the relive another moment of watching my dreams go down the drain.