He ran a finger over her lips, parted and damp, and her eyes fluttered open. Jack lowered his mask, though Cade doubted she could see him from this angle. Her eyes were wide and unfocused and sheened with tears, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she looked high. He supposed she was—high on endorphins, the pain and pleasure making happy chemicals flood her brain. He knew they wouldn’t have long before they faded, and he wanted to make sure to finish the scene when she was still enjoying them.

“You’re not going to tell me where to find those diamonds, are you, babe?”

Her eyes shone as her lips curved in the faintest of smiles. “What diamonds?” she asked, her voice ragged and low.

“Then you’re of no use to me,” he said mildly, and watched her eyes flare in alarm as he turned to his co-conspirators. “We’ll have to get rid of her.”

“Hey, we deserve something for all this effort,” Nick protested from behind her, right on cue.

“Good point.” Cade pretended to consider that he watched a myriad of emotions stream across Olivia’s face. Fear, gratitude, lust, affection. It was all there, laid bare for him. “What do you say, boys? Anal train for our troubles?”

“Works for me,” Jack put in.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Nick crowed, his accent twangier than ever. “But I want that pretty porn-star mouth first.”

“That seems only fair,” Cade said, and pushed to his feet. “Have at it.”

Olivia’s eyes were wide, tracking him as he stepped back, so she didn’t notice Jack scooting back or Nick coming around the other side. Nick shoved a hand in her hair and dragged her up, turning her head toward him. He already had his cock out, and he shoved it in her mouth without ceremony.

“Fuck,” Nick growled, the curse mingling with Olivia’s gurgling cry. Nick pulled back, giving her a second to catch her breath, then shoved deep again. Cade had told them how to face-fuck her, how she liked to gag and choke and feel like she couldn’t breathe, to be forced to take and hold it deep, and Nick was following his instructions to the letter. By the time he pulled back, his cock glistening with spit, Olivia had drool running down her chest and a puddle had formed on the bench in front of her.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Nick declared, and shoved her head towards Jack. “Hold her still while I tap that ass, will ya? Or better yet, let’s spit roast her.”

“I can get behind that plan.” Jack jerked her head around to face him, bending down to drawl menacingly, “You bite my dick, princess, and I’ll slit your throat and jerk off with your blood. You get me?”

Olivia nodded, her chest still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Yes.”