One Dirty Night

“I’ll whip you too if you keep talking.”

“Be my guest.” Hunter laughed. “I like pain with my pleasure. But only if you let me whip you back.”

Nick bared his teeth. “Just hold her.”

Hunter grabbed my waist again, keeping me facing him, grazing his thumbs over my hipbones. “You might be able to lie to yourself that you don’t want more from this girl than just sex, Nick, but the moment you see my cock sink inside her, the moment you see me come inside her…you’ll know.”

Turning his attention to me, Hunter whispered, “But what about you, little witch? How does it feel to know you’re in the middle of a very dangerous awakening? Not just your own sexual embracing but the fact that you’re about to be fucked by two men? One man who is madly in lust with you—that’s me, by the way. And one man who is so knotted in his feelings he doesn’t know, even now, if he would prefer to kill you or marry you.”

I choked and shot a look at Nick over my shoulder.

“No one is marrying anyone.” His jaw clenched and brows furrowed. Fury carved its way down his arms, and his knuckles whitened as he snatched up the flogger and tugged the leather strips with a vicious yank. “But someone is about to get fucked. Repeatedly.” Pointing at my underwear with the flogger, he snapped, “Strip her. I want to see everything. I want every part of her exposed so I can paint her skin a pretty red.”

Dear God in heaven.

Hunter pressed a kiss right between my breasts. “As you wish.”

I breathed hard as his fingers trailed around my back and up my spine to my bra clasp. Nick breathed hard, fisting the flogger. A soft moan escaped me as the fastener popped free. I reached up to catch the cups, but Hunter merely pushed my arms away and watched the straps slide off my shoulders.

“Let it fall,” he ordered.

With every nerve ending on fire, I obeyed.

I squeaked as masculine hands landed on the delicate fabric of my G-string from behind, shoving down the final shred of protection. Unlike Hunter who let my bra fall by its own weight, Nick guided my knickers down and down, his nose trailing along my skin, his teeth sinking into my ass cheek with a quick bite of ownership.

“Kick off your heels,” Nick growled as he slowly stood back up. “I want you completely bare.”

Struggling to breathe, I did as he asked. My G-string clung to my left ankle, then fluttered down the steps as I kicked my shoes aside. They thudded against the carpet.

Air turned far too thin as I stood naked between two very hungry men.

Their eyes seared into me.

Their lust choked me.

Their want made mine erupt with a million flickering candles.

Hunter cupped my breasts with both hands, rolling my nipples in his fingers. The heat he conjured arrowed right into my core. “You have incredible tits. Doesn’t she, Nick? Wet-dream tits.”

I couldn’t breathe as Nick shifted to study me. His eyes locked onto my flesh as his lips twisted into something tortured. “Stunning. Just like I knew she would be.”

My eyes locked onto Nick as Hunter suddenly stood and kissed me.

A hot kiss.

A dirty kiss.

Plunging his tongue into my mouth, Hunter turned my body to boiling water. Bubbles formed, then steam billowed, killing me from the inside out.

Nick strangled the flogger but didn’t try to stop Hunter from stealing what little breath I had left.

My eyes grew heavy.

I shivered as Hunter’s tongue sought mine, licking me with a need so deep, so true, I couldn’t help but answer.

I licked him.

I kissed him back.