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  With their backs to me I didn’t worry that they would see me spying on them. I should have been mortified at the thought of getting caught. I wasn’t. Something about this seemed familiar. I brushed away a drop of perspiration that started to roll from my temple. All of a sudden it was scorching in this cabin. Again, I shifted my bare feet against the plush carpet under them.

  I watched as the man’s lips move to the woman’s while he continued to slam into her, harder, faster each time. The bed creaked with every move of their bodies. The headboard knocked against the wall, the rhythm almost matching the beat of my heart which, admittedly, was picking up in pace. With each thump against the wall I moved closer to the doorframe. I licked my lips as my breathing picked up.

  My body was starting to tingle. Desire spiked through me.

  I felt a warmth at my back. A warmth that was somehow familiar, but I couldn't pull myself from the sight before me. My skin was tingling more now with the desire coursing through me. My pussy was throbbing and I could feel the wetness of my arousal growing by the second. I shifted on my feet, again. Pressing my thighs together, desperately trying to relieve the pressure growing inside me.

  Hands moved to my hips and I was pulled back against a massive, hard chest. I couldn't pull my eyes away from the bedroom. My gaze was locked on each movement the couple made. The warmth pouring into my body from the contact of the person behind me wrapped me in a comforting bubble, one full of desire. I felt myself shift, rubbing against the massive body holding me. A familiarity of this sent a wave of lust through me. My knees felt weak as I leaned back, pressing myself fully against the body behind me.

  “Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” A deep voice said into my ear. A shiver raced through me that had my toes curling into the carpet. The husky, smooth voice was so familiar to me. It enforced the bubble of safety and desire around me.

  “Yes,” I breathed out. A small whimper escaped me as his grip tightened on my hips. I was on fire and, I swear, my body was going to explode soon if I didn’t orgasm.

  The blonde woman’s breasts bounced as she was pulled to what looked to be a sitting position. The man’s hips never slowed as he thrust into her. She cried out in pleasure as he nipped along her neck. My bottom lip was pulled between my lips as I held in a moan of my own.

  I watched as a trail of bloody bite marks covered her neck. With each bite she moaned louder. Bite marks? My body was vibrating now.

  “Oh God…” I whispered. I was so turned on, I could have gotten off from just one flick of my clit. I’d never been this turned on before.

  The hulking man behind me tugged me impossibly closer. His warm breath fanned my soft skin as he asked, “Let me feel you?”

  It was as if my mind and body were not my own. They were being controlled by the desire and lust coursing through me. I nodded, having no idea what the man was going to do to me and, honestly, I wasn’t sure if I really cared.

  Soon enough, I felt his hand as it trailed down my stomach. He tugged the skirt of my dress up and before it sank in what was happening, his hand was inside my panties and laid against the flesh of my naked center. The warmth of his touch had my head falling back against his shoulder. I was utterly lost in the desire pouring through me. A moan escaped my lips as his rough, calloused hands moved across my exposed skin.

  He was caressing me in a way no one ever had. Possessively, but loving at the same time. Rough but gentle. Something in the back of my mind tugged at my awareness. The actions felt familiar. He felt familiar. I closed my eyes and relaxed back against his chest.

  “This is mine,” he growled as the pads of his fingers brushed against me.

  I shifted, my body rubbing against his again. My toes curled tighter into the carpet as his free hand moved to cup one of my breasts, pulling it free of the red dress.

  His words, his claim sinking in through the fog of lust and need. Mine? What was his?

  I was in the process of opening my mouth to speak when his thumb moved against my clit. My knees buckled and my mind went blank. His strong arm went around me as I let out a small whimper. The noises from inside the bedroom were getting louder and louder. His fingers moved against me and I felt like I was mere moments away from passing out. I couldn't breathe. My body trembled with each of his movements.

  It was a painful pleasure that I never wanted to stop.

  “Cum for me, Angel,” his gruff voice commanded. I had no idea what he said at first. My world was in a fog as my orgasm built, then something in me changed. My toes curled, my back arched and, God help me, I screamed as pleasure burned through me. An inferno that set everything inside me on fire. Jolting me. My body twitched, my teeth nashed as I tried to ease the painful, yet pleasurable sensations pulling me into oblivion. The sensations were enough to bring me to my knees.

  Strong arms held me as my body shook. My eyes popped open as the woman who was still on my grandmothers' bed let out a scream. One that was full of… something. A vibration ran through me as she howled against the pleasure running through her. It was as if I could feel it myself.

  My cheeks heated as I got a good look at what was happening. She was on her back now. Her knees were up at her neck as her lover rested his balled fists on the bed. His body slammed against hers. Her breasts bounced as she begged him to “fuck her harder”.

  My breathing quickened as I watched, the sensations that should have been gone rushed back into me much stronger and much more fierce than before. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down, using the pain to ground myself, keep myself from getting lost in that euphoric bubble of lust again.

  “You like that, Angel? Like what you see?” The man holding me asked.

  I wasn't sure how to answer him. But yeah, I really did. I liked it, I wanted it. It was as if the thoughts of it all ran through me again.

  4

  Mother had always said being intimate with a man was the best gift you could give. It was a way to give something special to yourself and the man that would forever hold your heart. I remember her words when she told me of the special night I’d spend with my husband. Or as she had called him, my hearts’ mate.

  “You will know, one day, just how it feels to be enthralled with a lover. How he will bring you to the heights of lust and make your days and nights extremely special.

  Warmth ran through me as his hands once again moved over me. I felt him everywhere. I shifted in his arms slightly, glancing up to take in his face. Holy smokes! His smile made my insides flip, but his hand moving to grip my bare butt cheek got my entire body tingling again.

  “Answer me,” he demanded. He pulled away from my bare cheek, only to bring his hand back with a sharp pop. I jerked, moaning as fire shot through me.

  “Hey!” I started to protest but his hands shifted. One gripped my throat in a tight, yet gentle grip as the other moved back to my front. His fingers sliding through the wetness. I was held firmly in place, unable to move as he stroked against a part of me that had my entire being vibrating with need, want and just a little bit of pain. Pain that only added to my state of arousal.

  “I asked you a question. I expect you to answer me, Angel. Do you like what you see?” The scruff of his short, bristly beard against my cheek sent a shiver through me.

  A rumble left him. A growl of his words as he once again said, “Answer me!”

  I groaned, shifting my feet trying to open myself to his roaming fingers. The sensation bringing my body to life more than I ever thought possible.

  “Yes!” My voice rang out a little louder than I meant it to.

  The man on the bed turned to look back at us. His gaze met mine before moving up, meeting the gaze of the man holding me while he continued causing my body wicked amounts of pleasure with just his fingers. His lips twitched slightly as he thrust once more into the woman on the bed. He left her in a boneless heap under him, crawled off the bed and stalked towards us. My heart hammered and I tried to back away, but was held firmly in place. I moa
ned as the man holding me strummed his thumb against the sensitive bundle of nerves, again. I could feel the coils of my orgasm building already.

  “May I, Sir?” The man says as he drops to his knees before me.

  There is a grunt from the man holding me. “Yes, my pet, you may pleasure her.”

  The man from the bed leans in and wraps his hands around my thighs. I'm lifted slightly as his head falls between my gaping thighs. My calves rest atop his shoulders. The man behind me pulls my covered breasts free of their confines. His rough hands cup both globes, his fingers pinching and tugging at my nipples. The tiny spark of pain makes my body react in pure pleasure. I can't help but moan, loudly, shifting against the other man's face. His tongue teases me as his finger curls inside me.

  With one man behind me, the other between my thighs, both wrapping me in a wave of lust, I was lost in the fog of need. My chest heaves, my lungs burning with each pant that escapes my lips.

  “Oh, God,” I breathe out.

  My mind is a wash of thoughts, none of which make any sense. This should be wrong. This should not be happening to me, but I want it. I want it so bad. I've never been touched this way, and it feels so good.

  “That's it, Angel. Let him pleasure you,” the man behind me breathes. “I need you ready to take all of me.”

  He covers my neck with kisses, his breath brushing across my overheated skin. His beard makes my skin break out in a layer of goose pebbles. My body begins to shake and my heart races. I climbed and climbed. The pleasure building inside of me until I peaked and shattered. My inner muscles clamped down and another cry leaves my lips. The force of it leaves me panting, limp and dazed almost.

  I was pulled back against the big man’s chest and the one on his knees returned to his feet. The woman on the bed was scowling at me, but I paid her no mind. It would have taken too much energy, and I didn’t have any to spare right this moment. I was lifted, like a limp noodle, from my feet and moved into the bedroom. I was set down on my feet before an ornate chair. Once I was steady, and let’s just say that took a long minute, the man that had been behind me moved to stand before me.

  The moment my eyes met his, I swallowed hard. He was - gorgeous. Tall, oh so tall, and covered in corded muscles. My eyes traveled up and down his body, drinking in every inch of his body, then back up. My head craned back and the moment my eyes met his, I felt my heart thump harder.

  “Sit.”

  He waved a hand at the chair behind me. I simply nodded and moved to sit. He stopped me before I reached the chair and, with a flick of his fingers, he undid the hook on the back of my dress. It quickly pooled at my feet. He moved closer and his tanned, bare skin brushed my sensitive nipples. I instantly felt my passion building. I sat and let him position my legs over each arm of the chair.

  “Stay just like that, my Angel.”

  There I sat. The commanding man’s eyes roamed across my body and that tingle lit something deeper inside me again. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and watched as he moved to the bed. He roughly pulled the woman who was splayed out on the bed to him. He murmured something to her. She nodded and the other man came over. I watched as the other man lay on the bed and allowed the woman to straddle his face. His hands moved to grip her butt. She rocked against him while her hands gripped her breasts.

  My eyes moved between the three of them but always came back to the big man. His muscled flexed as he moved causing the thick veins in his body to push closer to the surface. When he dropped his pants, my eyes were immediately drawn to the bulge in his boxers.

  He saw me watching him and I swear a growl escaped him to fill the room. My cheeks flushed as I shifted in the chair. The tingling across my skin, which felt like someone’s hand moving feather light over my overheated skin, had me holding back a moan filled with desperate need.

  I watched the scene before me, fascinated.

  The large man had a set of four, long, semi jagged scars running from his chest around his side. Instead of being frightened by this I wanted to run my fingers down them, kiss each one. They must have hurt at one time. That sent a pain through me. I am not sure why the thought of him hurting caused me such discomfort. I took in a shaky breath. My gaze was drawn back to his face. His muscles flexed as he moved slightly. His eyes never left mine as he reached out and gripped the rigid cock of the man on the bed. The man’s groan filled the room and I watched his fingers dig harder into the woman's cheeks.

  “He’s mine, too.” He growled the words out. I licked my lips as I glanced to his hand working the other man’s cock. Slow, steady, deliberate strokes.

  The word Mine popped into my mind but - how did I know he was mine? Something pricked at the back of my consciousness as the thought solidified in there. He was mine. I’m not sure how I know that, but it’s as true as the sky is blue. My gorgeous man’s massive body bent at the waist, his mouth swallowing the length of the other man’s cock. His head bobbed as his fingers gripped each of the partly open thighs.

  Holy crap!

  Never had I seen such a thing, but to watch this unfold before me… I didn't want it to stop. I wanted more. He released the man’s cock with a pop but his hand kept stroking the man while his free hand moved to stroke himself as he spoke. His eyes a shade of gold that had me burning with want and desire as another shiver rolled through me.

  I couldn't look away. I followed his hand up and down his thick shaft. My mouth watered.

  “Touch yourself, Angel. I want that pussy to weep for me,” he said.

  I just blinked at him.

  The woman on the bed laughed and sneered in my direction. “She's pathetic. She doesn't know what to do with herself. Take me. Let me be yours, Jarrod.”

  Jarrod, the big man’s name was Jarrod. Something pushed against my memory as he leaned forward to meet my gaze, again. She panted as she reached back to run her hand over Jarrod’s cock as his hand fell away from it. I sat up slightly, my anger rising at the sight of her touching him. I watched as he gripped her hand and flipped it back. There was a sickening crack of sound and she shrieked.

  5

  As he read from the yellowed pages of the old leather bound book in his hands, something familiar ran through me. There was a memory pushing against the back of my brain. I knew something of this story but I wasn’t sure what. Maybe I had heard it before. I did like to read, and God only knows how many romance books I have actually read over the last few years.

  I closed my eyes and let out a small breath, bending my head side to side trying to loosen some of the stiffness in my neck from sitting in the same position for so long. He places his book down and reaches out to massage my neck, helping to relieve some of the ache. Needing a more comfortable position, I lay down on my back on the bench and rest my head in his lap.

  His fingers begin to comb through my hair, slowly tugging at the curling ends. He seems content, reading to me. I’m just as content to let him. I lock my lips and let out a small, steady breath and fill my lungs again with the slightly cool air around us.

  My heart does this little pitter patter type beat when I look up to see his eyes on my face. His dimples make another appearance as he smiles, melting me and my heart. The coolness of the wooden slats under me, the warmth of his body and quiet of the park, other than the sounds of nature, was serene.

  “I didn’t mean to stop your reading,” I whispered softly.

  “You didn’t. I got distracted watching you instead of the pages. Would you like me to stop for now or are you okay to continue on?”

  With each second that passed my eyes burrowed into his. There was something, something that had a tingle running through me. It felt, familiar. I took in a few short breaths. The intensity of his stare was causing my body to tingle.

  “Please, continue…” I spoke softly, my tongue darting out to lick across my lips. My mouth was incredibly dry all of a sudden. He was doing this to me. I just knew it.

  “Very well,” he said, smiling again, those irresisti
ble dimples once again showing up to the party. He adjusted the book in his hand. His muscles bunching with the action. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t get distracted again. I relaxed back into his lap and warmth as he begins to read again. His voice quickly entraps me, wrapping around me, holding me tightly in its’ grasp.

  “This is not yours to touch, Jezebel!” he snarled. “Take care of her, Corbin.” The man under her tossed her off of his face. She hit the bed on her stomach with a grunt and before my eyes the man under her - Corbin - mounted her. His cock slammed into her as he gripped the back of her neck. His other hand was covering her lower back, her tramp stamp, for which I could only see the slightest bit of coloration there, was blocked by his massive hand.

  “You will not touch what is not yours.”

  Corbin’s voice was a mere growl in the background of the room as Jarrod moved over to where I was. His hand moved in a swift movement and made contact with my pussy. I moaned as my hands gripped the chair arms. The sting of my moist skin there had me breathing heavily. His hand again slapped against my skin. My eyes closed as pleasure rolled through me. Each time he slapped his hand against me, the sting made me even wetter. There’s a thin line between pleasure and pain after all. I was vibrating where I sat, fingers digging into the fabric that covered the arms of the chair.

  “Open your eyes,” Jarrod’s rough voice rolled over me. The command sent a thrill through my warming body. My eyes blinked open just as the woman on the bed screamed out in pleasure. Her body jerked under Corbin’s tight hold.

  “Let her up, Pet.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Corbin pulled himself from the woman and moved to sit on the bed. He was breathing heavily. His massively muscled body was covered in scars, but unlike Jarrod’s they were not as defined. My eyes traveled over his muscles. Jarrod growled and lifted my chin so I was looking into those fiery eyes.

  “Do you like what you see there? Is my Pet appealing to you?” He glanced over at Corbin and smirked.