Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(18)

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I… I don’t think I’m what you’re looking for, Skull. I don’t think I’m anywhere close. I need to go.”

“What’s wrong with you now?”

We’re starting to attract attention—and that’s the last thing I want. I stand up on my tiptoes and try to reach his ear. “They’re having sex!” I whisper, though it comes out more like a hiss because… really, I mean, he can see it. I shouldn’t have to explain it to him.

His eyes go back to the threesome. I just saw a threesome. A real life threesome! His lips move to a full grin and the light catches the glint on his lip ring. I’ve gotten used to kissing him. I even kind of like it now. In this light, with that look on his face, he looks like every woman’s fantasy.

I expect him to turn me around and help me get out of here. He doesn’t. Instead, he turns me around so I’m facing them. He imprisons me with his arm, holding me against his chest. His hot breath slides along my neck as he whispers into my ear.

“What’s wrong, querida? Does it not turn you on? Watch how Sabre holds her head while he thrusts his cock into her mouth. She likes it. Do you see how she pulls against his hold when he slides back out?”

“Skull, please… I don’t…”

“Watch how she thrusts her ass back against Latch every time he plunges his cock into her. She’s on fire for both of them.”

His words are dark and forbidden, just like what I’m seeing right now. I shouldn’t be watching this. I shouldn’t be… aroused. I am, even if I don’t want to be. I’m completely aroused. So much so that I can feel moisture gathering in my panties. I try to turn my head because watching this goes against everything I’ve ever been told. Skull doesn’t even allow me that comfort. He nibbles along the side of my neck, pulling on the skin, then lets his tongue brush away the sting to keep us so connected that I can’t turn away.

“Sabre and Latch are close, sweet Beth. They do this often. They work as a team. They love pushing one woman to her brink. Working together until the woman doesn’t know anything or anyone is around. All she can do is take what they decide to give her. Fuck her harder and harder until they give her what she really wants.”

“Skull, please…”

“Sabre is getting ready to shoot his load in her mouth,” he points out, ignoring my plea. “You can tell by the way he’s driving faster and faster into her. Do you think she’ll drink his cum down that sweet little throat? Or will it be too much and run out of her mouth…?”

“Skull…” I all but cry, because as his hand comes around to cup my breast and he teases it much like he did earlier in the cemetery, I know that he could make me come. Just like this, doing nothing more than teasing me and uttering his filthy dark words while we watch these three people do what I can only wish he was doing to me. Does it make me horrible for enjoying it? Why do I feel horrible—and excited? I’m so confused, and I really do want to run away.

Skull doesn’t let me. Instead, we stand there in the middle of his club. His hand moves from my breast and slips into my jeans. It shocks me, and I struggle, trying to move and peering around to see if anyone is watching us. No one is; they’re all laughing and talking as if this kind of thing happens all the time. I’m starting to believe maybe it does. Skull’s arm around me tightens to the point of near pain as he bites the juncture between my shoulder and neck—in warning. I instantly go still. In reward, his fingers pet my *, and I know it’s a reward because he kisses my ear, sucking it into his mouth and using his tongue to taste the skin there.

“Good girl. We’ll stay like this only until they make her scream in pleasure. We won’t stick around for the second show. By then, querida, I’ll have you back in my room and eating that sweet, wet cunt out.”

His words make my body tremble. I know I should be protesting, but I can’t. It’s a forbidden fantasy that I seem to be trapped inside of and my body feels like it’s on the edge of a cliff. I need this. That’s exactly what it comes down to. I am nothing more than a woman in need of everything Skull is doing. I’ll worry about anything else later. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t exciting and arousing to watch the three of them having sex.

“Are you imagining what it’d feel like to be the plaything for two men, Beth?” he asks. “To have one man feed you his cock in this sweet wet *… while another stretches that tight little ass of yours?” His dark words continue to torture me. My face heats up with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I bite my lip to stop sound from escaping as he slides his fingers against my clit. My hands, which have been useless, bite into the sides of his legs because I feel like I might fall.

“You’re so wet, querida. Tell me, do you want me to make you come right here? Let your sweet cream run all over my hands while I finger f*ck you, so you can watch Sabre and Latch give Tiffany their cum?”

My skin feels hot, flushed… I’m on a razor’s edge. I want to tell him yes because I do want to come. But not here. Not like this. Maybe this is what Skull is used to, what he enjoys. It’s hot. It’s exciting, but…

“Too late, querida. Watch,” his dark voice whispers.

My eyes are glued to his hand and where it disappeared in the waistband of my jeans and panties. I automatically bring them back to Sabre and his friends. Sabre has his cock in his hand jerking it over and over, holding it over the woman’s face. Then, he covers her mouth and face with his cum. He’s holding her head tightly by the hair, slapping his cock against her mouth as he ejaculates hard, leaving a white streak of fluid scattered over her.