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Melt For Us(Holiday Masked Men #2)(14)

Author:Molly Doyle

“No,” she moans, her breathing hitching.

Leaning down, I bury my face between her slick thighs, and a whimper of desperation escapes her. Pressing my tongue flat against her clit, I lick her teasingly, savoring my favorite meal. She bucks her hips, cries out, and then tries to pull away.

“Hold her fucking still,” I demand, yanking her to the edge.

Jensen and Micah slam her arms against the pool table, adjusting their positions to grant them a better grip.

“Stop,” she urges, as I slip my hands beneath her thigh, cupping her ass with my hand. “I don’t want this!”

Dipping my tongue inside her tight hole, I breathe hungrily against her flesh, reaching inside my sweatpants to pull out my dick.

“No,” she cries out, tensing against me. “Fucking stop! Stop! Stop!”

“Damien,” Micah snaps, unsure.

Lifting my gaze from her pussy, I set my eyes on his, flicking my tongue over her clit. Making a show of it. Harder, faster, finding her favorite rhythm that she can never seem to get enough of.

“No,” she pants, grinding herself against my mouth. “Don’t let me come.”

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” I groan, thrusting two fingers inside her with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. “You’re going to fucking come for me.”

Forcing her arms above her head, they pin her down with a bruising grip. Standing tall, I tower over her, thrusting my cock inside of her with one, long stroke. Not even giving her the time to adjust to my size, I fuck her without any shred of emotion.

I fuck her like I hate her.

But, oh God, how I…

Without warning, she screams. Loud. So loud, I’d be worried if we had any neighbors. But we don’t. We’re in the middle of nowhere, where nobody can hear her cries.

“Go on,” I tease, forcefully slamming into her, again and again. “Nobody can hear you.”

She lets out more screams, and her pussy clenches tight around my dick, letting me know she’s right there. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my knife. Pressing the tip of the blade against her throat, she becomes motionless, suddenly terrified to move.

To struggle.

“Now be a good little slut, and fucking come for me,” I command, rocking my hips as I thrust into her mercilessly. “Before I carve each of our initials into your skin as an infinite reminder of who you belong to.”

Suddenly, her eyes lock with mine. “Do it,” she challenges.

“Fuck,” Jensen says under his breath.

“Don’t tempt me, Quinn,” I sharply breathe, slowing my strokes.

“Fucking do it,” she cries, real tears.

My tainted heart sinks. I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll kill him for hurting her.

“Please,” she chokes out, writhing beneath me. “I’m begging you.”

Grazing the tip of the blade at the curve of her hip, I narrow my eyes. “Here?”

She impatiently nods. “Do it!”

“This is crazy,” Micah objects, pressing a lingering kiss on her lips. “You’re fucking crazy, Quinn; you know that?”

“Please,” she pleads, until Jensen leans down next, crushing his mouth on hers.

Silencing her.

Pressing the blade into her skin, she flinches from the pain, lifting her entire body off the pool table. They pin her down once more, holding her tight, ignoring her screams which soon turn into cries of absolute pleasure.

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