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  Max’s eyebrows rose as he thumbed through the pages. A low whistle filled the room as he found said pictures. “You can wear my cut and ride whatever you want, babe, as long as I get to watch.”

  “Did you think of me while you got off wearing my cut?” Ray asked.

  I had no words when confronted with the dark cravings they'd fed. Both men fueled my desires, fanning even fantasies I'd never dared write down until they'd ridden into my life. No one was supposed to find out. Yet they had. How?

  “Answer me!” Ray clasped my head between his hands. “I should upload these pics, show everyone what a dirty girl you are.”

  “No,” I begged. Tears burned my eyes, tumbled down my cheeks.

  “Then answer me.”

  “Yes!” I screamed the response, welcoming the anger rising in me. “Yes, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? Why? Why do you even give a damn?”

  “I read the shit you wrote,” he whispered. “Never knew. I've been here, nailing that viperous skank damn near every night while you laid there wanting what I'd never give her.”

  “Anyone get that sweet little pussy lately?” Max asked.

  “No,” I groused. None of the men came close to what I needed. Dominant. Merciless. Understanding. Trustworthy.

  Confusion kept me silent as the two men sat on the sofa and left me alone, in the center of the room as though on display. Ray undid his jeans and leaned back. “We've got a lot of shit going down, Harm. Your mom taking off with our money made a lot of people angry. Until she shows, you're staying with us, working off her debt.”

  My inner slut contemplated exactly how I'd work off said debt. I trembled. I'd make an offer, test the waters. I'd misread shit between me and the Penetrators before. “I could dance. At Tops.”

  “You'd strip, shimmy your naked body for all The Grove to see,” Max stated. “You okay with all those men leering at you on the street the next day?”

  My pussy moistened. My pulse quickened.

  “You get off on showing off,” Ray commented. “Strip. Let's see if you're worth the dance time. If you’re good, you may get put to work in the back rooms, where we’d really make bank.”

  I’d heard about the back rooms. My inner shrew wouldn’t be down with what went down in those rooms. It’s a good thing she was damn near dead with the shit I’d pulled.

  My uniform of choice didn't leave much to remove. I shimmied out of the snug skirt, kicking it to the side. I toed a heel, but both men shook their heads. Okay, then they wanted me in heels. Max undid his pants. My mouth watered as I regarded both men through half-hooded eyes.

  I danced, my body moving to an unheard rhythm. They'd read my darkest desires, or some of them at least. I wanted them both, craved what they’d do if they commanded my body, my very existence. By the time I removed my half-top and lacy bra, my nipples ached with carnal need. I stood in a red lace thong and waited, desperate for a command that would sate my lust.

  “Get over here, dirty girl,” Ray ordered. “On your knees. Crawl to us.”

  Max kicked my coffee table aside and smirked. My heartbeat thudded in my ears. Anticipation marched beneath my skin, a million tingles moving in a steady, pulsating sensation that resonated between my legs. I wanted both men fucking me so hard and deep, I couldn't breathe or function afterward. I crawled, so lost within a dark compulsion to obey their every command, I'd do anything.

  “You're about to get used so hard you pass out, slut.” I shivered, crawling toward them both as Ray's words resonated within me. I hadn't misread them. This was really happening.

  “You'd make us a fortune in the back rooms,” Max commented. “I'm thinking we should take you, make you our slave. You'd do everything we commanded, wouldn't you?”

  Slave. I shuddered, halted. Did I want something that permanent? That intense? Surrendering control in sex and for a few hours was one thing. A permanent surrender of rights to them? The notion incited a war within me, one I didn't understand. I wanted that, yet it terrified me.

  “You've always got an out, Harmony. You say your safe word and it's done. Red is the word. You shout that and we let you go, and go after your mom. You never see me or the other Penetrators again.” Ray's words fractured my thoughts. I focused on him as he leaned forward. I had an out. “You're Penetrator property until tomorrow night, slut. Crawl to me.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  I made it to the sofa on sheer will. My gaze traveled from one hard cock to the other. Both were long, thick. Max’s girth terrified me, yet my holes clenched in wanton need. I wanted them pounding into me mercilessly.

  “Suck us off, dirty girl. I'm gonna fill your belly,” Ray said.

  “Condoms,” I argued weakly. My gaze averted. I always insisted on protection, it’s what good girls did. But I wasn't a good girl, never would be. They'd read my dark thoughts.

  “Are you too good for our cum, bitch?” Max growled. He snagged my hair and dragged my face down against his crotch. “Get that mouth to work before you piss me off.”

  I got to work. I'd wanted Max’s cock almost longer than I'd wanted Ray's. Both starred in so many fantasies, the other men in The Grove stood no chance fucking me. Max held my head and savagely drove his thick, hard length where he wanted. Hard and deep down my throat.

  “Fuck, she's good at this.”

  “Good, I'm thinking she owes the club some time on her knees, especially the officers. It'll be interest on the stolen money,” Ray said. He wrapped my hand around his pulsating shaft. “Work it, slut. Which hole should I fill first?”

  Breathing proved difficult. The two men dragged me between their hard dicks. I sucked and hand-jobbed both intermittently. Arousal seeped between my legs. They both intended to fuck me. Hard.

  Max held my head and growled as he thrust furiously into my mouth, halting when he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed his release and choked. He gripped me harder. “Take it all, slut. Eyes on me.”

  I'd sucked men off before, but had never swallowed. It was a fantasy of mine, being forced like this as I looked up at the man commanding me so easily. He hummed his approval as he pulled me off him.

  “Lick me clean, babe. Then finish off the Pres.”

  I got a few licks in before Ray took control. He settled my mouth on him and fucked. “Secure her hands. She won't need them anymore.”

  Max tied my hands behind my back with a cord from my drapes. He stroked and pinched along my body as I sucked Ray's hard cock. When his fingers delved between my legs, I groaned loud.

  “Fuck, she's soaked, man.”

  “See if she's got lube. I'm calling dibs on her sweet little ass.” I must've tensed. He glared down at me, dragging me off his cock. “You got a problem getting your ass drilled?”

  “I don't like anal,” I whispered.

  “That sucks for you, since I fucking love it. Get back to work, slut. You look hungry.” He finger-combed my sweaty hair as he watched me hoover his dick into my mouth. “I've wanted you here, on your knees working my dick, a long time. You gonna swallow my cum like the dirty girl you are?”

  “Fuck,” Max muttered as he came into the room. “She barely has a gag reflex.”

  “She'd make a fortune at Tops doing this.”

  I doubted much of what I’d heard about the back rooms was true, but I'd wrapped many of my fantasies around them. Imagining Ray and Max with me there, other Penetrators joining at times. What can I say? I'm a slut, and damn proud of it.

  I groaned, locking eye contact with Ray like a good girl when he released into my mouth. He gripped me loosely, as if testing my resolve to see this through. Unless I said the safe word, I was theirs through tomorrow night. I was lost in my own need by the time I finished off Ray's cock.

  The man maneuvered off the sofa. Max stretched out and reached for me. His arousal jutted proudly upward. I groaned. He chuckled as Ray untied my hands. “You'll get me soon enough, babe. Straddle my face. I want to devour your swe
et pussy.”

  Wow.

  I straddled him carefully. Ray settled my hands on the sofa's arm.

  “Don't move those arms or I'm tying you up again. Understand?” I nodded. “Good girl.”

  Max gripped my hips and held me in place as he unceremoniously delved tongue-first into me. His moans intermingled with my own as he lapped up my arousal and carried me over the edge and head-first into another orgasm so intense, I lost any semblance of time. I hung on the precipice, not wanting the night to end.

  A hard sting on my ass cheek roused me to awareness. Ray shook his head and chuckled. “Get up, slut. Face me, back against the sofa, knees to your shoulders.”

  My pussy clenched as I shifted into the commanded position. I felt so...exposed. The two men looked down at me, a mixture of appreciation, amusement and something darker reflected in their gazes. It was the latter which made me tremble. Anticipation.

  They'd both removed their clothes at some point. I wasn't sure when, how. They loomed above me, bronzed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Air conditioning was a luxury I rarely treated myself to these days. Tattoos covered their arms and torso, inked stories I yearned to be worthy of knowing.

  Max took control, claiming my mouth in a hungry kiss which left me breathless. I'd dreamed of his mouth on mine, taking what he wanted without thought. Reality was so, so much better. He maneuvered me into a different position, one which left my breasts thrust forward. He sucked and laved each aching bud as his fingers worked magic between my legs.

  I didn't need foreplay, but I wasn't arguing. Each touch burned itself into my brain, etching tonight into my Hall of Slutdom Fame. He trailed light kisses across my face. “I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy so hard you feel me there tomorrow.”

  Yes, yes, yes.

  I whimpered when he repositioned me and I got another brief glimpse of the thick, long shaft. “Condom,” I whisper, though I didn’t want him like that. They'd read my journals, knew what I craved.

  “We're clean, babe. We don't ever go bareback, but we’re making an exception for you.” The assurance settled the small argument rising within my otherwise blissfully sated thoughts. “You wanted it like this, right? You're protected?”

  I got a shot every three months. I nodded.

  “Then brace yourself, slut,” he growled. He grasped me in his strong arms and thrust.

  I gasped, filled with his hard cock. One more powerful move and he was balls deep. I squirmed and gasped, too full. Fuck, he felt great inside me. It'd been a while since I'd had anyone fuck me. The last one had been a joke, so much so I'd given up and opted for my dildo instead.

  I gripped his thick length as it retreated, squeezing with all my might. Max growled in my ear and fucked me harder, deeper. I scored my nails along his arms, shoulders. Anywhere I could touch, which wasn't much since he locked me into place against the sofa with such ease. He was completely in control, had me fully incapacitated.

  He'd fuck me hard, until I passed out. Then he'd fill me.

  The thought shoved me into another place, where things like this happened all the time. I wasn't a twisted freak for wanting two men to fuck me, fill me. I wasn't crazy for wanting them to take full command. His lips collided with mine, dueled for control I ceded without question.

  I cried out my release, clinging to the man powering in and out of me. He growled in my ear and I whimpered as he released deep within me. I milked his cock, squeezing my pussy muscles on his length. I'd never been fucked so hard, so well.

  Sweat clung to his skin wherever I touched. He rose off me, moved off the sofa. Left there alone, I shrank into myself as pleasure gave way to insidious doubt, shame. Good girls didn't get off on this shit. I'd let a virtual stranger fuck me, come inside me.

  I'd sucked two men off.

  “Eyes on me, Harm,” Ray ordered. He gripped my chin. “What are you thinking?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Lie again and I spank that tight little ass I'm about to fuck,” Ray replied.

  “I-I shouldn't have gotten off on this.”

  “Says who?” Max asked.

  “Good girls don't do this.”

  “Good girls are boring shrews.” Ray grinned down at me. “There's nothing wrong with you, Harm. Besides, we happen to love dirty girls.”

  Dirty. Maybe I wasn't the dark, depraved woman I thought. I was naughty. Plenty dirty. I didn’t know what the hell I was. Did I care? Yeah, I kinda did. Mom hadn’t been a good influence, and fuck knew I didn’t want to turn out like her. Was I already though? Like her? No. I was something different. More. The dark, dirty things I wanted weren’t things she’d ever do. Right?

  I swallowed the doubt lodged in my throat and closed my eyes. This wasn’t about Mom. For once I’d do something for me. Yes. What’s that saying? Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it once? Well, I was about to try everything. Fuck yeah. Bring. It. On. The pulsating bliss enveloped me. Just a few minutes to rest my eyes, then I'd be ready for Ray.

  * * *

  Something tickled my nose. The sensation crawled along my cheek and focused on my neck. I awoke slapping Ray's hand. Oh shit.

  Amusement glinted in his sexy green eyes. I looked around, realizing we'd somehow moved to my bedroom. Max reclined on the bed. My head rested on Ray's thighs. He looked down as he stroked my face. “You rest up?”

  I nodded. What could I say? They'd, quite literally, fucked me comatose. My body floated in sated bliss. How long had it been since I'd been this relaxed, mindless with pleasure? Had I ever been?

  “I'm a patient man, princess, but I've been waiting long enough. Up you go.” He swatted my breast. I yelped, but the sting settled in my skin, flaring arousal throughout me. He smiled knowingly. “It seems our little dirty girl gets off on rough. Good to know, especially since we've had quite a few interesting things to read while you napped.”

  I peered to the side and gulped. My gaze scanned the pile of journals I'd scrawled the past few years. Had they read them all, or was he fucking with me? Ray grasped my hair above my right ear and tugged hard enough for me to look up.

  “We're going to ask a few questions, you answer honestly. No holding back. Understood?” I nodded. His hand cupped my ass. “Anyone take this yet?”

  “Yes. I mean no.” I sighed my frustration. Heat crept up my cheeks.

  “It can't be both, babe,” Max commented helpfully. Bastard. He'd fucked me so hard he rattled my brains. Now I couldn't think beyond the achy sense he was still buried there, deep in my pussy.

  “I’m losing patience here, Harm. Answer me. Anyone fuck your ass before?”

  “I-I tried, okay?” I swallowed the shame. “He didn't like it, said it was wrong. So I...”

  “So you what?” Ray prodded.

  “I experimented by myself.” Disgust slithered through me at the admission. I hated the part of me that craved being taken there. My first boyfriend had been right. It wasn't natural. My BFF hated it. Mom loathed it. Everyone I'd ever chatted about sex with did.

  So why did I want it so damn bad?

  “Look at me,” Ray ordered. Tears clouded my vision, but I complied. “Why the tears?”

  “I-I don't want that, but I-I really do.”

  “Our poor dirty girl's gotten her head filled with uptight, prudish bullshit.” Max leaned over and palmed a breast. He toyed with a nipple, alternating between gentle strokes and harsh pinches until I whined and thrust myself against his hand. “There's nothing wrong with exploring, babe.”

  “How many times have you played with your ass?” Ray asked.

  Hell would freeze before I answered honestly. My gaze swept the room as I mentally navigated the minefield I'd landed in. They'd read my journals, but I didn't know how much. Which ones. Ugh. I couldn't remember half the shit I'd written. I rarely glimpsed at the pages after spewing whatever dark compulsions drove me to put ink on paper and purge my angsty need.

  “Harm.” />
  “A few,” I whispered.

  “Lay across my lap,” Ray ordered. “Face Max. Legs on the floor, ass in the air.”

  The awkward position left my exposed ass near Ray's right hand. Max took my hands into his and held on. I closed my eyes. Nervousness coiled within me. Ray stroked my back, massaging gently until I relaxed into the contact and accepted the notion of being over his knees like a bad girl about to be spanked. God, what would that be like—held down as a firm hand punished my defenseless ass? I shivered, jumping when he squeezed me there.

  “You ever been spanked?”

  “No.”

  “Hmm.” Ray swatted my ass hard. I yelped. Heat coursed beneath my skin, fanning outward. I relaxed against him as the sensation dissipated.

  He hit again. Then again. Each strike of his palm struck differently, leaving me too aware of what he was doing.

  “Mmm, we love beating a sexy ass, especially a dirty girl who'll ride us hard after,” Max commented. “You let us know anytime you want us lighting you up.”

  Holy shit.

  I clung to Max as Ray's hand danced across my ass, soft and then hard. I wanted to come. No, I fucking needed to come. My breaths were labored. I couldn’t think of anything except Ray's hand beating my ass. I squirmed and rubbed against him, silently pleading for something, yet not knowing what.

  “Such a good slut,” he whispered. “Spread your legs and I'll let you come.”

  I spread so fast, I almost toppled over. The two men chuckled. Embarrassment consumed me, but all thought fled when he stroked my wet pussy. I kneeled and moaned, but he held me down, unmoving. Defenseless.

  He rubbed my bruised ass, then taunted my pussy with gentle swipes of his deft fingers, each stroke firmer than the last. “I'm gonna love beating this ass.”

  “Me, too,” Max added.

  The threats I hoped were more promise than a cruel tease kept me pinned in the void between reality and a release. Ray spanked me again, then fingered my pussy. As if sensing I'd had enough, he glided a finger across my clit. “Come for us, dirty girl.”