Chapter Five
She wasn’t supposed to be reacting this way. This wasn’t who she was. And this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
How dare they completely derail her perfectly set plans? When she said no touching, except for the absolutely necessary parts of their bodies, that’s what she meant.
They weren’t supposed to kiss her. Dammit.
It was meant to be an in-and-out situation, no frills attached. In with her virginity and out without it. In fact, she was basically just going to lift her dress and sit on the penis of her choosing. Her instructions weren’t that hard to follow. She’d spelled it out so clearly that even they should have been able to understand it.
Did they want her to draw pictures for them?
Overriding her rules and then implementing their own, which was extraordinarily the direct opposite of what she wanted, was enough to make her want to put her hand on her hip and wag her finger at them for not listening.
Like, an old person.
Adrienne tried to retrieve her dress that Darien and Austin had easily and effortlessly removed from her body. Every time she tried to bend to pick it up, she was easily overpowered. Her admonitions that they were not sticking to the script of her choosing got kissed away with every word she uttered.
They were so overpoweringly big, tall, and muscular as they surrounded her that they engulfed her in their presence and robbed her of her breath.
But this had to stop.
They had to listen to her. She paid ten million dollars for one of them to touch her, but they quickly challenged her rule and then gave her an ultimate.
All of them or none of them.
God help her, but she had no idea what she was doing. And for someone like her, that was like a prickling of death every moment she stayed outside of the boundaries of her control.
She needed to be in charge of her emotions, her body, and her surroundings, with the same necessity she needed to breathe. But she felt herself falling into a chasm where she couldn’t think anymore, and it scared her.
This was not how it was supposed to happen.
She had given them rules, dammit, and they had done the direct opposite.
Emerson took commanding possession of her mouth, licking the inside of her lips and sweeping the tip of his tongue all over the inside of her mouth as well. His taste exploded on her tongue, and her nipples quaked with uncharacteristic need.
But it was too much. He was dragging her further and further away from reality, and that made her anxious.
In desperation, she sank her teeth into his lip and bit. His dangerously low growl unearthed a bundle of nerves in her stomach, and yet a new layer of arousal coasted over her skin.
Still cupping her face, he looked deep into her eyes, his thumb sweeping over her lips, which felt decidedly swollen. He lowered his head and kissed her again. One of his hands slipped to her throat and curled around it. The pressure ignited a flare of panic in her. She tried so hard to hide her trepidation but failed.
His other hand glided down her abs and slipped into her panties. The astonishing shock of being touched there by a man threw her completely off balance.
And then, never in her life did she ever think she would purr in pain when Emerson decided to sink his teeth into her lips this time, and he was merciless. While his teeth bruised her flesh, his fingers parted her soaked folds and dipped between them.
Oh god. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
But he made his dominance known to her in no uncertain terms either, and she hated to admit it, but her knees suddenly weakened under his touch.
She banged her fists on his chest, trying to revive the last of her resistance, but suddenly, Darien and Austin captured her wrists and kept them pinned behind her.
Heaving as the shooting pain in her lip carried sparks of fire to her clit, Emerson stopped kissing her, and then, using the finger he slipped between her folds, glistening with her wetness now, he glided it over the place where he had bitten her. A speck of blood stained his skin, and he licked it up, together with her essence, without taking his eyes off her.
She had always considered herself strong, but Emerson had told her he was stronger.
Her hands behind her back were released, and before she could blink, Darien stood in front of her, his bone-melting smile making her quiver.
He traced a finger over her smarting lip, then down over her clavicle to her breast.
She sucked in a mouthful of air as his nail brushed over her engorged nipple, and in that time, he bent his head and kissed her.
For the life of her, she tried to keep her lips closed, but all she saw was Darien’s smile and the daring touch on her nipple, and then all she felt was the way he tried to seduce her into opening her mouth for him.
His tongue lashed against her sealed lips, nibbling softly, before he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled until she slammed into the absolute hardness of his cock, her defenseless hands resting against his chest.
She gasped, her lips parting just a little as his thickness pressed into her, but Darien took that opening as a full-on invitation. His tongue slid into her mouth, and his lips ground against hers. He kissed her until she saw stars. And then he took her hand, placed it over his cock, and kissed her again.
She wanted to snatch her hand away immediately, but she forced herself not to react like some innocent virgin. Darien wanted to make her blush when her blushing days were behind her. He meant to make her feel as if she had submitted to him.
She submitted to no one.
But nothing could make her retrieve her hand from the warmth and colossal thickness of his cock. She couldn’t stop her shuddering, erratic breaths when he made his shaft twitch under her palm, all while kissing her so deeply and wetly that she was lost.
And when he was done with her mouth, he grinned at her, then looked down and waited for her to remove her hand.
Arrogant bastard.
Austin took her next. But instead of kissing her lips, he brought her to him and hugged her. She would have never, in a million years, thought a hug could be sensual, but it was.
The way he tucked her body against his, the way her naked breasts were cushioned against his chest, she could feel his muscular frame through his clothes. She wanted to crawl into his warmth and stay there forever.
He shifted a little back and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and the sides of her neck. His soft ministrations made her want to lose her mind. When he reached her face, kissing her cheeks again, she turned her head toward his mouth. Her desperation to feel his lips drove her mad. And that’s when Austin showed his true self.
He picked her up from the floor, and as he crushed his lips to hers, he crushed her body to his in the same manner. He made love to her mouth, and she wanted to pour her secrets into him, not that he even asked for them. He mopped up the wetness between the seams of her lips and kissed her until she was wet all over again.
But when Austin released her, reality snuck up on her.
This was not how it was supposed to be.
How many times had she repeated that exact phrase in her head? She’d lost count.
She wasn’t supposed to be kissed to within an inch of her life. Her lips weren’t supposed to be swollen. She wasn’t supposed to know that Emerson could dominate her anytime he wanted. That Darien could push her boundaries and make her do whatever he wanted. That Austin could seduce her body and her mind and make her want to tell him every dark secret she had.
She was supposed to be in charge. This was her gig and her show.
After kissing the soul out of her body, they stood in their godlike male beauty, supremely confident and self-assured in their suits—while all she wore was her underwear—and watched her.
They would never know just how much strength she was exercising not to cover up her breasts with her arms. She knew her body looked good. She gave up pizza, for goodness’s sake, but their gazes slipping up and down from her eyes to her toes rattled her.
She was suddenly shy, with a wave of modesty making her flush. But she was a grown woman, older mentally than her twenty-seven years implied. But she couldn’t give them any indication that they had displaced her. Completely.
No. She was in charge.
“Okay, fine. You had your fun, but it’s back to my rules now”
Not saying anything in return, they started to remove their jackets. She swallowed uncomfortably but had to carry on. She really wished she could bend, get her dress, and put it back on again, but she didn’t want it to come across as a sign of weakness.
“Every single one of my rules stays. I’m in charge, clear?”
They’d already broken the no-kissing rule, but the rest of them would stay in place.
"No, you’re not in charge."
They removed their ties. The flush on her skin started to scald her.
“I paid for you to do what I want you to do and nothing else.”
“Did you really pay for us though?”
Darien asked.
What an odd thing to say. Of course, she paid for them. They were right there with her at the auction. But her cognitive brain could no longer stay distraction-free.
They’d rolled up their sleeves, and her eyes widened at the sight of an array of tattoos over a river of corded muscles and thick veins. Their power was so pronounced now that a shiver of fear, arousal, fascination, and curiosity slid up her spine.
She was so wet that her underwear had gotten heavy. Immediately upon the realization, burning heat flared in her body and sparked like fire in her cheeks. She was too mature to blush; she kept having to tell herself.
But nothing could stop her now.
“In three minutes, you will be allowed to use your safe word. Obsidian. Say it, and we’ll stop.”