CHAPTER 5
Laughter rippled, low and cruel.
“Fuck, look at her,” one muttered.
“Already dripping.”
“Messy little thing.”
Hands reached first—rough, greedy, everywhere at once.
“Wait—ah—stop—” My cry broke as a mouth clamped between my thighs, tongue shoving deep. My hips jerked helplessly.
“Sweet,” the man growled against me. “Soaked.”
Warm mouths latched onto both breasts—one sucking...