Page 48 of Satan's Naughty List
One set of blues and a set of grays play behind my lids. Wicked smirks gleam back at me as my quiet moans fill the room. I can’t hear anything, but I imagine Nomad eating my pussy like a starved man while Techy pounds my mouth with his huge cock. Maybe one of them has a piercing? With a sigh, I rim my entrance before dipping a finger inside. A girl can dream.
My hole contracts around my single finger, fluttering with pleasure instead of pain. Another unfamiliar feeling to add to the list.
“Please,” I whisper to nobody in particular, letting the air in my room catch the plea. Using the palm of my hand, I rub my clit hard as another finger is added to the mix. My juices are slowly starting to creep onto my hand, and I use that to push them inside of me faster and faster.
“Oh shit,” I gasp, just about to detonate.
The door to my room slams open, causing me to jump ten feet in the fucking air. Techy blushes deeply at the realization that he caught my hand in my pants. Any normal human would hide and scream, but something in his gaze keeps my hand exactly where it’s at. Since I stopped, my orgasm receded into itself.
I’ll just have to get it back.
My palm digs against my clit once again. I can’t help the gasp that sounds from the feeling itself. Deciding to keep eye contact, neither of us move as I continue to work myself back toward that beautiful edge.
“Yes,” I rasp, hooded lids threatening to shut completely. A shadow looms behind Techy as his hulking husband steps into the room. Once he realizes what’s happening, he shuts the door softly and locks it. Striding up to me, he jerks back the covers and finds me fingering myself into oblivion.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m not about to back down now.
“You want help?” He purrs from above me, reaching behind himself and yanking his shirt over his head. Bare chested and glistening with sweat, I fight the urge to sit up and lick his taut body. Nomad’s deep growl seems to snap Techy out of whatever stupor he’s in. He eats up the distance between us and drops to his knees beside the bed, right next to my pussy. Man has a front row seat to the show.
“What kind of help are you offering?” I tease as my soaked fingers are removed from my clenching core. They drip with my physical desire for them. Techy swiftly grabs my wrist and brings the digits to his mouth, sucking the coating clean off.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans around them. Again, there’s a spasm that takes over my bottom half at his dirty words. Lust mixes in his gray eyes behind the surface. I can see him fighting himself between taking what he wants and asking for permission. He knows me well enough that asking for permission is entirely necessary.
“What kind of help?” I ask again, raising my eyes to meet Nomad’s. His narrow on my bottom naked half, zeroing on the tattoo.
Suddenly, I no longer feel sexy or cute. I feel like the biggest idiot in the world. He catches himself, swallowing thickly and taking a single step away from me as I toss the blanket back over my naked half.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly, not meeting my eyes. His hand rubs the back of his neck as Techy tries to figure out what just happened. “You don’t have to talk about it, but…” he trails off.
“It’s the brand,” I whisper, the self-reflection suddenly turning ugly. “They said that I’d never be able to belong to anyone else since I wastheirs. So, they branded me.”
“You don’t belong to anyone,” Techy snarls fiercely next to me, sitting on his knees. “You are a grown woman with thoughts and feelings. You can do as you please.” A watery giggle can’t be helped at this man’s loyalty.
He’d make a great feminist.
“It’s not that easy,” I say as my voice cracks. Clearing it several times, it doesn’t move the lump sitting there.
“It’s not easy, you’re right,” Nomad starts, sitting on the edge of my bed and taking my hand in his. Techy does the same on the other side, a determined look covering his features. “We’d never make you do something you’re not comfortable with.”
There’s an overwhelming pause.
“I don’t think I ever told you why I joined the MC, did I?” Techy asks softly, glancing over his shoulder at Nomad. Shaking my head, my eyes feel as wide as saucers. I sit up straighter, my heart hammering. Nomad reaches over and grabs his husbands hands, their black bands glinting in the low light.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Eight Years Ago
“Shhh,”hehushescheekily,my boyfriend kissing me harshly. His fingers dig into my scalp, the pleasurable pain radiating from his tugs. My boyfriend is a few years older than me at twenty two. He knew I just graduated high-school and still exploring my sexuality. Open and honest, he showed me the path to my true self. If it feels good, why stop?
“You should leave before we get caught,” I mutter as his teeth sink into my lower lip. With a blush like a schoolgirl, I peek my head out of the closet door. Checking that the coast is clear, we tip-toe to the main room where my father sits penrod straight.
His eyes gleam with burning rage. It’s a look I am all too familiar with. Kent furrows his brows as my father stares straight ahead unmoving.
“Head home. I’ll text you later,” I mutter to Kent, pushing him gently toward the door. He flicks his gaze between myself and my father, confusion and worry etched in there. “I’ll be fine, go,” I plead, hoping he’ll take the hint.
Thankfully, he does. The door closes quietly behind him. Neither of us move as we wait for Kent’s car to start and fade into the distance.
Watching with rigid stiffness, I square my shoulders.
