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She also refused to react. But that was harder to do when he had whipped off her T-shirt leaving her in her track bottoms and a bra.
Oh god.
She wasn’t going to survive this. She had overestimated her abilities.
Everything was wrong with her world.
Drake dragged his finger down her back.
“Are you going to fight me? Call me names?” he asked softly.
She sealed her lips against falling for his taunts. All she wanted to do was scream at them, call them names, ask them if they were deranged, and why did they have this effect on her when they were her enemies.
But she remained still.
“Refusing to pull down your pants and bend over the table has now resulted in you losing all your clothes and an extra punishment.”
He snapped her bra open and before Lorelei could shield her breasts from their view, he pushed her into the table, forcing her to balance herself on her hands.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her a little more away from the table so that her spine arched deeply.
There was no way out of this for her. Still, she refused to say anything. Her defiance was the only thing left of her pride now.
He then tugged at the waistband of her pants and dragged both her panties and her pants down to her knees.
Lorelei gritted her teeth as Drake bent to his hunches. Her fully exposed ass and pussy clear in his line of sight. So too was her wetness.
A single tear dripped down her cheek. Her self-pity had reached bounds undiscovered.
Drake unfastened her sneakers, removed them both, and then pulled her pants and panties from her legs. He kept her socks on and somehow that made her heart flutter.
She couldn’t turn her body off from reacting to the sensations all three of them evoked. Even though it was Drake touching her, the fact that Justin and Ian watched him do so added the same amount of fire to her soul.
She found she couldn’t separate the men from each other. She couldn’t think about them individually, she didn’t just have one preference.
She couldn’t choose between them.
She didn’t know what that made her.