Page 96 of Retribution
Killian lifts her up so she’s sitting on his lap.
“Such a desperate little slut. Stand up and take your clothes off. Show us what belongs to us.”
Heather does as she’s told, like the good, obedient girl she can be. Shimmying out of her panties the rest of the way, she stands and steps out of them.
She’s most obedient when she’s naked, exactly how I like it. I don’t want to dull her shine. I like her as she is, but I do enjoy hearing her beg for us.
Knox moves to the other side of Kill as we wait for Heather to finish taking her clothes off. She undoes her shirt slowly, one button at a time. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, staring at us, her eyes filled with mischief.
“Take it off, Killer. Before I take it off for you.”
“Oh Tesoro. Only moments ago you were promising to behave.”
Heather covers her mouth with her hand and fakes a gasp.
“Oops. I must have forgotten.”
Our girl is playing games with us and I know why. We all know what she wants. I rise to my feet and move to her, quickly pulling her bra down revealing her tits to us. I unzip the side of her skirt and yank it to the ground as a surprised gasp escapes her lips.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
When she obeys, I drag my fingers down her back before squeezing her ass with one hand while I lean down and bite the side of her neck.
“Such a fucking brat. Aren’t you, Little Heathen?”
I shove two fingers in her pussy and she whimpers in response.
“Yes.”
Running my nose along her skin I inhale her scent of sweet roses while circling my fingers inside her.
“This is what you wanted. When will you learn to tell us what you need?”
Pulling my fingers out of her pussy, I shove them into her mouth and fight back a groan as she sucks her juice from my digits.
“You don’t get more until you ask for it, Little Heathen. I want to hear your words.”
Turning her head over her shoulder, she stares at me, her eyes filled with need. I stare back at her, a serious expression on my face letting her know I meant what I said.
“Fuck me, Carter. Please. I need you.”
Jesus. This woman and the way she fucking begs for my cock drives me insane.
Chapter Fifty
THE HEATHEN
Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulls my head back and runs his nose down the side of my neck.
“Do you see how easy it is, Little Heathen? There is nothing we won’t provide for you. If you need something, tell us.”
He speaks low, his lips just over my ear. His warm breath over my skin causes me to shiver.
“Little Heathen, what do you want, my beautiful girl?”
I blow out a breath before I answer him.
“I want all three of you to fuck me. Before this plane lands.”
