Melt For Us(Holiday Masked Men #2)(10)



“Fuck,” Jensen says under his breath.

“Don’t tempt me, Quinn,” I sharply breathe, slowing my strokes.

“Fucking do it,” she cries, real tears.

My tainted heart sinks. I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll kill him for hurting her.

“Please,” she chokes out, writhing beneath me. “I’m begging you.”

Grazing the tip of the blade at the curve of her hip, I narrow my eyes. “Here?”

She impatiently nods. “Do it!”

“This is crazy,” Micah objects, pressing a lingering kiss on her lips. “You’re fucking crazy, Quinn; you know that?”

“Please,” she pleads, until Jensen leans down next, crushing his mouth on hers.

Silencing her.

Pressing the blade into her skin, she flinches from the pain, lifting her entire body off the pool table. They pin her down once more, holding her tight, ignoring her screams which soon turn into cries of absolute pleasure.

Carving out each line, blood trickles, yet I remain buried inside of her at the same time. Stretching her wide, consuming her. Cutting her. Claiming her.

Thrust. Cut. Thrust. Cut.

Again, and again.

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“Yes,” she moans out, arching her back.

Her inner walls tighten around my pulsating cock as her orgasm swallows her whole. Her body spasms, her pretty mouth pops open, and she tilts her head back while her endorphins rage through her. The pain. The pleasure. The mixture of them together.

She loves it.

She can’t get enough.

And I drop the knife, emptying myself inside her. Thrust after thrust, I send her body further up the table with each deliberate stroke. Jensen and Micah release her arms, yet she doesn’t move an inch. Tears leak from the corners of her shut eyelids.

“Quinn,” I breathe, kissing the scars on her wrist. “It’s over, Quinn.”

Sneaking my arm beneath her back, I sit her up, before bringing her against my chest. She holds onto me so tight, like I’m the only solid thing in her universe.

And she sobs.

All three of us embrace her, comforting her the best we can.

“Thank you,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around Jensen and Micah, pulling them into our embrace. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Micah assures her, lightly stroking her hair.

“We got you,” Jensen promises.

“You’re safe now,” I nearly whisper, pressing my forehead to hers. “Nobody will ever hurt you again.”

I’ll make sure of it.

And if they so much as even try… they’ll meet their end.





CHAPTER 6





Bright rays of light beam in through the arched floor-to-ceiling window. Curled up together in the softest of blankets, tattooed arms yank me closer. Rolling onto my side, I take in the sight of Micah sound asleep beside me.

Jensen turns onto his side, facing us, and drapes his arm over Micah’s chest. Snuggling into his embrace, they comfort each other in their sleep. Resting my chin on Micah’s broad shoulder, I press myself against him, entangling our legs as I savor the warmth of his body.

Within seconds, his eyes flutter open, and a slight grin plays at his lips. Lightly stroking my arm with his fingertips, goosebumps rise on my skin. Rocking my hips against him, I breathe in the lingering scent of his cologne.

With a slight turn of his head, he presses his lips on mine. My head becomes light as he kisses me tenderly, brushing his tongue over the seam of my lips. Jensen turns away from us in his deep slumber. Micah rolls onto me, cupping the side of my face with his hand.

Our tongues collide, and he fights for control. He gropes my breasts, grazing his thumb over my puckered nipple before slipping his hand between my legs. A hushed moan catches in my throat when he finds my clit, massaging me in slow, precise circles. Teasing my entrance with slippery fingers, he exhales a sharp breath, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Fuck,” he whispers, dipping his finger inside of me. “Such a wet girl.”

“Yes,” I purr, arching my back, and pressing my breasts against his chest.

Micah adds in another finger, and curls them, stroking my g-spot. Every nerve ending is on edge. He knows just where to touch me, ensuring I fall apart beneath him. My breathing hitches once his lips find my neck, lightly grazing over the sensitive flesh beneath my ear.

“You want to get fucked, pretty girl?” he breathes, his erection growing between my already drenched thighs. “Turn over,” he commands. “Now.”

Without even giving me a chance, he flips me onto my stomach, pulling me back until I’m on my knees. Rubbing the rosy head of his cock up and down my wet slit, I push back on him, aching for more.

Micah enters me with one, hard stroke. My body jolts forward from the force of each thrust, my pussy clenching him tightly. He smacks my ass, leaving red handprints on my flesh as he sinks inside of me deeper. Reaching between my legs, he presses down on my clit, and my legs begin to shake violently.

“That’s it,” he urges, pushing into me harder. “Come undone for me.”

“Oh, God,” I moan, as my orgasm entirely consumes me.

“Such a good girl.”

“I see you started without me,” Jensen unexpectedly murmurs, moving onto his knees behind Micah. “Lean forward.”

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