Then that initial tenderness vanished. He bit me hard, drawing my flesh into his mouth, teeth digging in. I screamed in shock, but Manson was quick, pressing his hand over my mouth to muffle the cry. Lucas suckled the bruised skin as he swirled the ice over my nipples, first one and then the other.

“Are you still going to lie to us?” Lucas hissed. “Or are you ready to admit how sensitive you are?”

Manson uncovered my mouth but kept a grip on my face. I choked down the desperate, needy sounds that kept trying to escape from my mouth as he said expectantly, “Well? What do you have to say now?”

“No!” I snapped, even though the word nearly broke as Lucas used one hand to roll my nipple between his fingers, tugging lightly at the jeweled bar pierced through it.

“No,” Lucas repeated slowly. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “What do you think of that, Manson? She says no.”

“Good girls don’t say no,” Manson said, smiling like he pitied me.

“Fuck you.” I managed to get the words out without groaning, but my self-control was short-lived.

Lucas’s hand dipped down, cold water dripping over my stomach as the ice melted. I caged my scream behind clenched teeth as he pressed the ice against my clit. It was so cold, jolting my nerves with all the finesse of a car slamming through a brick wall. He swirled the cube around, over my labia, and then down —

He pressed it inside me. The sensation was different than anything I’d ever experienced, so unexpected that for a moment my mind was an utter blank. I strained against the belt, my thighs squeezing his hand, and a desperate high-pitched moan escaped me.

Lucas withdrew his fingers and the ice with it. I was left shaking, gasping with my head hung down. It hurt, but God, it was good. My pussy ached for something warm and my eyes fell on the bulge in Manson’s jeans.

“What’s wrong, girl?” Lucas said, the ice clinking as he went for another cube.

“Please not again, fuck, please!”

Lucas looped his arm around my neck, and his muscles flexed, bicep and forearm squeezing my throat.

“Nervous?” Manson said. He placed his palms on my knees and it was shockingly easy for him to force my legs apart, spreading them wide. “A sensitive little slut like you should be nervous.”

“Please, please, please, oh my God.” The words burst out of me as I strained against their grips.

Ice dripped on my chest as Lucas held up another cube in front of my face. “No? You don’t want it?” I shook my head, begging still, my words running together. “Oh, but I think you do.”

I bucked and squealed, “Lucas, please! No, no, no —”