Knox pushed his tongue into me and twirled it how I liked and then pulled back, blowing on my clit before giving it a gentle love tap. “You taste like us, yet I know you’re wet for someone else.” He growled, tempting me to go down that mental hole I wanted to avoid. “But I’ll forgive you for it the second I see you touch a woman for me tonight.”
“Knox.” I moaned, rolling my hips and then freezing as something cold slid through my wetness. “Oh god.” I hissed as Brody coated the toy with it and then started pushing it into me. It wasn’t that big in reality, but it wasn’t their bodies either, and the sensation of it all made it feel over the top. It was phallic shaped, with a tail at the end that seemed to stay outside of my body, based on the way it lingered against my lips.
A sharp slap of a palm resounded through the room before the sting of the motion registered in my brain. I gasped and lurched forward before Knox’s firm hold on me pulled me back and Brody replied, “I already told you, tonight you’re far from holy. If you want to praise someone, praise the devil, because everything you do tonight will be downright wicked.”
“And perfect.” Knox added, kissing my ass cheek over the sting from Brody’s slap before sliding the cool satin of my dress back over my ass and standing up. “All done.”
“That’s it?” I whined, rocking my hips, testing out the feel of the toy and wondering what exactly I was supposed to enjoy about its presence inside of me.
“Not quite.” Brody chuckled and then an electric pulse of pleasure shot through my body as the toy started vibrating inside of me.
“Oh my g—” I gasped, stopping short of using the lord’s name again, considering the sting still lingering on my ass from the last time. “Fuck!” I gasped, turning off my filter and used the dirty words he wanted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I moaned, standing upright and letting my head loll to the side.
But as quick as it came on, the toy stopped and I whipped around to face my men, who were enjoying the show if the thickness bulging the front of both their pants were any sign.
“You’re going to have to earn your pleasures tonight, Darling.” Brody noted, as Knox brushed the backs of his fingers over my hard nipples through my dress. “Every single touch.” Brody clarified as Knox teasingly pulled away, before leaning in against my face, “Every single kiss.”
“Brody.” I whined, tightening my fists on his lapels, desperate for him to understand the hunger he was building inside of me with his invisible control.
“Every single orgasm.” He finished and then stepped backward. “Our car is here. It’s time to leave.”
“Damnit! I’m going to make both of you throb so hard this evening, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of you ends up coming in your pants,” I said, huffing and then grinning at them. “You don’t know what you’ve just started, boys.” I shook my head slowly.
Knox pressed his forehead to mine, brushing his fingers through the slit in my skirt and then, with the lightest touch ever, circled my swollen clit until I whimpered for him. “The only place I’m coming tonight is in one of your holes.” He warned, and I melted with excitement. “Your behavior determines which one.”
“I’ll be good.” I whispered. “But just for you.”
Brody growled from beside us, hearing my attempt at pitting them against each other. “If you’re not, you won’t be coming at all.” He warned and then held his arm out to lead me to the car like he was a proper gentleman and not some sexual deviant that told me to worship the devil tonight while we hopefully found someone else to fuck.
“Yes, Sir.” I hummed, high on the excitement of it all.
Chapter 13 – Lex
The masked man at the door looked at my invite and then moved aside. He was as tall as he was wide, and impressively intimidating.
Exactly what a party like this needed as the face at the front door to keep things safe. Well, what we could see of his face, anyway. I didn’t wear a mask, fuck anonymity, I didn’t need it.
I was recognizable by my ink alone, add in my bold red dress and I was a standout. Which may or may not have been the point. I wanted to be seen; I wanted to be noticed, at least by one person, preferably three.
Two days ago, Parker told me in the middle of a conversation like it was the most casual thing in the world, that Dallin had gotten Hannah and her guys an invitation to tonight’s event.
The Sinner’s Soiree.
A blood red inferno ignited inside of me as I imagined my sweet, innocent Hannah in a place like that, ripe and ready for the taking.
What the fuck were Brody and Knox thinking by allowing it? Didn’t they understand that men and women alike would hunt her fresh scent like sharks in the water? Desperate to feed on her innocence and take all she had to offer.
Stupid imbeciles.
I couldn’t understand what they hoped to gain from attending. And that was why I showed up.
For no other reason.
As I moved through the crowd, eyes roved over my curves, fully on display yet just out of reach. I loved a good game of cat and mouse.
My dress was inspired by Jessica Rabbit’s; it was vibrant red with a high slit and the strapless bodice barely covered my tits. My dark hair was smooth and long down my back, skimming across the top of my ass with each step.
It all oozed sex appeal, but I had no plans to take anyone home tonight.
As I made my way through each room, I found myself drawn in by the spectacles and allure of it all. Party goers partook in sex at every turn, across every available surface. Some even suspended midair in a rope rigging meant to keep the participant immobilized and open for others to enjoy.
It was erotic, and simply being in the presence of it all made me hum with need. I wondered what Hannah thought of it all. What would it all look like through her eyes?
Would she be so incredibly overwhelmed by it? Or would a part of her settle with the excitement like she belonged amongst it the whole time?
I ached to know.
I scanned every room, waiting to glimpse her perfection. She was near; I could sense her.
Feel her.
I just had to find her.
“Come here, little rabbit.” I whispered to myself as the thrill of the hunt excited me.
It took about ten more minutes of searching before I spotted the warm glow of the lights reflected off her strawberry blonde hair. She was in the casino room, seated at a poker table surrounded by other guests as she cheered and giggled. I stopped along the edge of the room and watched her, tipping her head back and laughing as she played hand after hand.
She deserved to be on the big screen with her larger-than-life happiness at that moment. Her energy was so captivating that she reminded me of Audrey Hepburn, attracting everyone around her. She was magnificent. Not even her two brooding, dark bodyguards behind her could scare off her admirers.
