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to me, Meg. You’re shielding. I don’t like it. I can’t tell if I’m really
hurting you.”
Meg stubbornly kept the mental walls in place just as Cian had
taught her. The mental walls stopped her from broadcasting her every
emotion to the brothers.
Another sudden blow landed on her butt. Meg groaned, waiting
for the pain to turn to arousal. She was glad they couldn’t see her
face.
“I can keep it up all night, Meg,” Beck promised. “You’ll give me
what I want. I swear, by the time we’re through, you’ll surrender
everything I ask for, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Until
then, I think there’s another way to get the answer to my question.”
Meg gasped as he spread her thighs and roughly shoved two
fingers straight up her cunt. He wasn’t shielding at all now, and she
felt his deep satisfaction with what he found there.
“She’s hot for it, isn’t she?” Cian asked.
“Brother, she’s on fire,” Beck replied, rotating his fingers inside
her. Meg couldn’t stay still. She squirmed, trying to get those fingers
to hit her sweet spot. He pulled his fingers out, and Meg wanted to cry
at their loss. He slapped her ass again. “And she’s not very attentive.
Stay still. I’ll tell you when you can move. I’ve thought an awful lot
about what’s gone wrong between us, Meg.”
“You’re an asshole.” It just came out, and Meg closed her eyes
just before the blow landed. There was no hiding her low moan this
time.
“You really like this, don’t you, wife?” Beck’s voice was filled
with gratified wonder as his hands caressed the spot he’d struck. Meg
felt him lean over and place a kiss at the base of her spine.