Holy shit. How was any of this happening?
Connor’s dark laughter heated her skin as he leaned in closer. “You like the piercing, huh? Most chicks seem to agree with you. One told me it hits a sweet spot deep in her pussy when he’s fucking her.”
Hudson’s breathing went shallow. She squirmed on the stool, impossibly turned on. Wetter than she’d ever been in her life.
“Maybe I’ll let you fuck him so you can feel it,” Connor offered.
“Let me? You have no say in who I screw.”
“Yes, I do.” He took another sip of tequila. “My men follow my lead. They won’t touch you unless I consent to it.”
“It must be nice to have minions.”
His teeth bared in a harsh smile. “I didn’t ask for their loyalty, but I have it. And I’m a ruthless bastard, sweetheart. Someone gives me unconditional loyalty? Damn straight I’ll use it to my advantage.”
“Yeah? Well, you don’t have my loyalty.” She tilted her head in challenge. “What if I want to go over there?” She turned back in time to see the blonde swallow half of Rylan’s cock in one deep gulp, and nearly fell off the stool.
“By all means, go ahead.” Connor waved toward the couch. “Just don’t expect him to fuck you. Jamie might, though.” A contemplative note entered his voice. “You know what? That sounds beautiful, seeing her lips all over you.”
Hudson’s breath caught.
His warm breath fanned over her ear. “I want to hear the noises you make when her tongue touches your clit.” Then he straightened up. “Yeah, let’s find out. Why don’t you walk your sexy ass over there and put on a show for me?”
Hudson stayed put.
“Or not,” he said with a chuckle.
Damn him. He was purposely toying with her and she didn’t know why. And she was trapped. Helpless. Every time she moved her head she was greeted by an even dirtier sight. On the other side of the room, Xander was enjoying himself as much as Rylan, his naked body falling back on soft cushions as a raven-haired girl with a full-sleeve tattoo climbed on top of him.
Kade was sprawled on the other end of the couch, fisting his own cock. His expression glittered recklessly, a stark change from what she normally saw on his face. She’d thought he was the sweet one, but there was nothing sweet about him right now. He was as sinful as the rest of them.
“Why did you bring me here?” she whispered.
Connor moved closer again, sending a shiver through her body. His presence was terrifying. Thrilling. She wanted to kiss him. So badly she could practically taste him on her lips.
“You know exactly why I brought you here.”
Arousal tightened her throat. “To… have sex with me?”
He smiled, and she knew in that moment she was wrong. He hadn’t brought her here for sex. He’d wanted her to watch. To witness. So she could… could what? What was his endgame? What the hell did he want from her?
“Look at Rylan’s face,” he coaxed. “See the way his brow tightens when she sucks him deep? He looks like he’s in pain, but he’s not, is he, Hudson?”
“No,” she mumbled. “He loves it.”
“Oh yeah, he does. He’ll start fucking her mouth soon. Fast and hard, until she’s choking on his dick. Rylan likes it rough.”
His silky voice slid into her ear, and she was suddenly reminded of the stories her father used to tell her about God and the devil. Worshipping a higher power was banned in the Colonies, but Hudson’s father had thought it was important to educate her about the religions of the past. They’d all sounded frightening to her, though. Judgmental and shameful, rooted in pain and penance.
But right now, with Connor whispering filth in her ear, it was easy to believe in the existence of the devil. A seductive creature that lured you into the flames of sin, drew you closer and closer until he burned you alive.
“Watch,” he repeated, low and commanding. His hand curled around her neck to direct her gaze where he wanted it to go.
Hudson bit her lip to stifle a moan as she watched the blonde – Jamie – work Rylan’s hard shaft. Connor was right. Rylan’s features were stretched tight as if in agony, but the naked pleasure glittering in his eyes belied the pained expression. His lips parted slightly as Jamie swallowed him up again, so deep her nose bumped his tight abs, and then he threw his head back and released a husky growl that Hudson could hear even from where she sat.
“He’s not coming.” Connor’s remark broke through her spellbound haze.
“How do you know?” she found herself asking.
“Because I know what he looks like when he does.”