His finger drips across my clit, gentle and calm. “Why is your pussy shaved if you’re a virgin?” He licks his lips, and I suddenly wish I had a bush.

I don’t want to respond, but I do. “I like it that way.”

“I do too.” He grins.

“Don’t pop her cherry.” Taker sneers, anxiously waiting for his turn.

“I will do what I fucking please with her.” My body betrays me as Kane moves lower, his breath hot against my clit. My nipples pucker, and he doesn’t miss it. “Do you want me to take your innocence?”

I give a small nod, unable to think coherently.

His fingertips trap my nipple, twisting and turning it. The pain is rolling over me in waves, but I can’t deny the pleasure it brings. If only it wasn’t by the hands of a fucking sociopath.

It’s not like I was saving myself for marriage, with some old timey idea that I needed to keep my body pure for my husband. I just wanted to find the right man, not five men who are looking at me like a pack of hungry dogs.

Kane lowers himself, and his tongue laps my clit, and as much as I thrash and fight the unfamiliar sensation it makes me throb. I involuntarily buck my hip forward, the feeling I wanted earlier in the tub coming to my mind. “Needy little whore.” Kane snarls.

He’s jerking himself off as he eats me out, his tongue slicing into places no one’s ever been. He crawls on top of me, holding his cock against my clit. And then he rubs it up and down, I worry he’ll enter but he never does. He’s waiting his turn.

But some dark part of me, doesn’t want him too.

My breathing is growing ragged as I struggle to keep my sanity, I’m doing everything in my power not to moan. They’re torturing me, so why does it feel good? “Please.” I whisper, “Just me and you.”

He laughs, his hand covers my face entirely, blocking my view as he relentlessly strokes the tip of his dick against me. I worry about precum, terrified of any getting inside of me. “Don’t.” I protest, but his palm muffles my cries.

“Shh, whore.” He barks. “She’s sopping.” He tells them, lifting his hand off my face.

He peers down at me, his dark eyes sparking. “I told you, Macey.” He allows my name to roll off his tongue, “I’ll have you begging for me tonight.”

“I’m a lawyer, I’ll have all of you fucking locked away for life!” The moment the threat leaves my lips I regret ever saying it, they could kill me when they’re through with me, knowing what I do for a living.