“Careful, darling, you’ll hurt yourself,” I said, running my fingers lightly over her wound. She stilled, trembling, holding back the whimpers that threatened to escape as I ran my fingers up and down her back.
“Stop this,” she whispered.
I traced my fingers down her spine, down the curve of her ass, and between her legs, where I found evidence that, as angry and scared as she was, she was turned on as fuck. I rubbed a finger through her folds, gathering the wetness as I explored her.
“Stop, please,” she begged as her hips followed the slow and steady slide of my finger up to her clit and then all the way back to the sweet invitation of her ass.
“No.” God, she was such a pretty picture, bent over, her hands pressed into the wall, Liam and Rian each with one of her legs between their thick thighs, holding her still. I plunged a finger into her, and she moaned as I fucked her, careful to give her only enough friction to frustrate her.
“Please,” she begged, looking over her shoulder a minute later.
“Please, what?” I asked.
She pressed her lips into a thin line and turned her face back toward the wall.
I pressed a second finger into her, then wrapped an arm around the uninjured side of her waist and yanked her ass into my pelvis, so she could feel the heat of my hard-on as I pushed her into the wall. Liam released her leg and reached down to circle his fingers around her clit. He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear, nipping and sucking at it until she threw her head back toward me and groaned.
Rian bent down to take one of her nipples in his mouth, squeezing her breast in his hands as he sucked hard. Ginevra tried to jerk away, but there was nowhere for her to go between the wall and the three of us. In seconds, she was a whimpering, mewling mess as she sought her pleasure from our fingers and our mouths.
As if we’d coordinated it, we all stepped away at once, leaving her beautiful and wanting, on the edge of her release. Ginevra collapsed against the wall, breathing hard. I waited for her to speak.
When she didn’t voice her frustration, I leaned over her and murmured in her ear, “Only good little sluts get to come.”
She sobbed once, twice, then dragged her emotions back under control, ignoring the tears dripping down her cheeks.
“I’m going to give you a choice, Ginevra,” I told her.
When she turned toward me, I slapped her ass. “Did I say you could move?”
Ginevra didn’t respond.
I slapped her ass again. “Did I say you could move?”
“Fuck, Cormac! No! No, you didn’t!”
Now we were getting somewhere. “We’re going to offer you a choice, Ginevra. Do you want to hear it?”
She hesitated, then whispered, “Yes.”
I slid two fingers into her and pushed up hard. She gasped as I forced her up onto her toes.
“We’re going to punish you and fuck you no matter what you choose, darling Ginevra. But your choice will give you control over how it happens.” I plunged my fingers in and out of her, drawing a whimper from those plump pink lips.
“Option one, we continue on as we are now. You can’t stop us from doing whatever we want, no matter how hard you beg. But you can pretend that we’ve forced you, that you don’t love every fucking moment of it.”
I continued to fuck her with my fingers, never pumping them fast enough or hard enough to bring her close to the edge. “Option two is a safeword. But you’ll have to live with the knowledge that if you don’t stop us, you are as willing and complicit as we are. And you better fucking believe we’ll test your limits harder than you could possibly imagine. But you can stop it—stop anything—with a word.”
When she moaned, I withdrew my fingers, wiping them on her ass.
“What’ll it be, Ginevra?”
19
GINEVRA
“Ineed—could you—fuck.” I was too worked up to think. I couldn’t even put a goddamned sentence together. “I need a moment,” I rasped, as I tried to get my breathing, my body, back under control.
Cormac shifted behind me. “Take as much time as you need,” he said, running the palms of his hands up and down my back, as if to soothe me.