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Carter grabs my waist while Killian pushes me into the wall. He hikes my ass up in the air, and Carter helps him to hold me in place while Killian whacks my ass another three times.
This. This is what I needed.
I still cry out. It hurts so good that tears of relief stream down my cheeks.
“We handled Christopher for you.” Another slap from Killian. This time to my pussy. “But you came here for another reason.”
“You didn’t drive up here in a freaking Uber to get punished.” Carter flips his palm, spanking my pussy too. Sending painful, delicious pain through me. Pain that makes me forget. “Something happened. You’re going to tell us what it is, or we’re going to torture it out of you. Either way, we’re finding out.”
I have another go at wiggling away from his hold. I get absolutely nowhere.
“You’re ours, pet.” His tongue laps at the top of my ass crack, and I jump on my toes. Ignoring me, he twists his head and bites the flesh of my ass. “We take care of what’s ours.”
Looking back at them hurts my neck, but I can’t stop. Two powerful men in their black suits. Broad frames. Fierce eyes.
Both of them spanking and tormenting me in turns.
“We’re listening.” Carter stands up straight.
My body tingles, the anticipation burning my skin.
Killian tilts his head. His stepson mirrors his posture. They’re not just looking at me. They see through me. Into my soul. Slowly, leisurely, their gazes move lower. Between my legs.
“Drenched.” Carter trails two fingers along my inner thigh. He dips them into his mouth, sucking on my arousal. “So sweet, our beautiful little slut.”
“Is she now?” Killian taunts. He grips Carter’s chin, pressing their mouths together, slipping his tongue into Carter’s mouth. Tasting me on him.
A moan escapes me, my thighs clenching. These two are beyond beautiful together.
“Yes, she is.” Killian breaks the kiss, returning his attention to me. “I would’ve licked every drop from your pretty little cunt, Amara. Would’ve taken turns with Carter. But you still haven’t told us who hurt you.”
No words come out of my mouth. I can’t cry.
If I do, they’ll see. They’ll see the pain that poisons me. How it hurts to have heard what my parents said to me. How I’m going to lose my shop.
No. No. No.
“Staying silent, I see.” Carter drags the pads of his fingers back and forth over my slit.
I growl, raging at the infuriating tease.
“Behave.”
Carter doesn’t wait for me to control myself. He slaps my pussy. More animalistic sounds rush out my throat when Carter teases my clit, tender and completely unsatisfying.
“We’ll edge you for hours, A.” Carter taps my clit, torturing me. “Us. The only two people who are allowed to hurt you. The two people who’ll always be there to protect you.”
Killian raises his palm a few inches above my ass. Taunting me.
“Break me.” I seethe. “Do it.”
“You’d rather have your ass whipped, pinched, and bitten?” Killian’s eyebrow hikes up. “Be denied an orgasm for hours? Maybe days? Is that what you’re telling us?”
“Yes.” Anything better than my emotional pain. “Make me fucking bleed. Make me beg for relief. Fuck in my face while I’m shackled and crying with the need to join you. Do. It. Already.”
“Sure about that?” Killian squeezes a fleshy part of my ass. When I clench my teeth and give them nothing, he joins Carter. They’re taking turns on me. “We’re not fucking around, Amara. We’ll keep it up until you talk to us.”
The pain they inflict doesn’t do what I need it to anymore. Instead, it brings the memories high up to the surface. Where I don’t want it. Where it hurts.
