“You don’t know what you’re fucking asking for,” he said. He brushed a loose strand of hair away from my face, and the brief touch of his fingers against my cheek was electric. “We’ll make you cry. We’ll make it hurt.”

Behind him, Jason fixed me with a cold stare. “And we’ll enjoy every goddamn second.”

Ooh, fuck. My guilt was suddenly crowded by a swell of intense desire.

“Then make it hurt,” I said. “I’m telling you that I’m accepting the consequences.”

Manson and Lucas exchanged a glance. Then Manson straightened, cracking his wrists. The motion sent a tingle zapping through me. I took a step back, only to flinch when I nudged against Lucas and realized how close he’d been the entire time.

“How is the little slut going to make this up to us?” he said. His breath tingled over my neck, hot and dangerously close. I kept my eyes on Manson, but I could see Lucas in my peripheral vision, leaning around my shoulder as he watched my face. “I think I’d like to see her beg. What do you think, boys?”

God, the fact that this turned me on as much as it shamed me was so confusing. There was probably a psychology student out there who could write their entire thesis studying my horny brain.

Manson nodded along to Lucas’s idea as he stepped toward me, his hand cupping the back of my neck to jerk me closer. He was shirtless, every lean muscle defined by a slight sheen of sweat.

“I’d enjoy that,” he said, his fingers digging into my neck. “I think I’d like to see her begging for mercy.”

“I’ll give her one minute until she’s wailing like a baby,” Jason said. He was still standing against his car, face in shadow from his hood. He lifted his arm and curled his finger at me. “Come here.”

Oh, fuck. I instinctually took a step back but bumped into Lucas. He hissed in my ear, “Where do you think you’re going? He told you to come, so get your ass over there.”

Manson pushed me forward, using his hand on the back of my neck to propel me on my way. I stumbled slightly and Jason grabbed my arm, bending me over the back of the Z. The metal was freezing cold, and I squealed, pressing back against his hand, but it was like fighting a brick wall.

“I should beat your ass black and blue,” he said, his words pouring liquid heat into my veins.

“Oh, she’ll be getting a spanking,” Manson said. “Why don’t you start her off?”

Jason was grinning when I turned my face toward him. Shit, I was in for it.