Page 43 of Crushing Clover

“A lot of women would love to be in your position,” Saint said.

“Ha! They’d change their minds fast if this actually happened to them.” My knees were quivering, as though I’d gone swimming in a frigid lake.

Lucky’s yellow eyes had stopped looking warm and had gone wild. “You’ll get used to it.”

With a gasp, I bolted for the door, but they converged on me, cutting me off from my escape route.

“Don’t be afraid of us.” Rush’s smile was anything but comforting. “You didn’t die the last time.”

I shook my head. “Maybe we should wait.”

“No,” Saint said, sounding amused. “I don’t think we will.”

There was no way to get around them, but I fought anyway, cursing that even though I’d taken karate for a few years while I was in foster care, it didn’t seem to do much against three men this size.

Maybe I was out of practice, but part of it was also that I didn’t want to seriously hurt them by aiming for something sensitive.

They chuckled as I struggled against them, and I could see it was turning them on rather than being a serious dissuasion.

“Give up, Clover. There’s no point in fighting.” In the melee, I wasn’t even sure who had spoken.

Giving them what they wanted was the entire reason I was here, but something in me rebelled at the idea of letting them win.

They toyed with me for a while, letting me try to escape then getting me back under control, until I was an even sweatier mess.

My dumb hair hung in my eyes, and my shrieks of outrage went completely ignored as they dragged me over to one of the weight benches.

“Leave me alone!”

“That’s not your safeword,” Rush reminded me.

I glared at him, but didn’t say it.

I’d been cursing and swearing at them the entire time, and I couldn’t help but make demands I knew they would ignore.

I was angry, both that I was in this position and that it was turning me on.

Having men overpower me hadn’t done anything for me on the island, but here, with these men, it felt different.

It was the kind of scenario I’d often fantasized about.

Though, in my fantasy, I’d technically been in the driver’s seat.

These three were only going to do what they wanted, and to hell with me.

“Why don’t you go back to ganging up on Lucky?” I grunted, trying to pry Saint’s hand from my hair.

“And to think, you’ve been such a good girl lately I was thinking of letting you orgasm anytime you wanted.” Saint feigned regret, as though I’d lost a privilege I hadn’t been aware he was thinking of granting me.

“Are you saying I’ll be allowed to masturbate if I let you do this?”

“ Let us do this, girl? We do what we want, when we want.”

I started fighting again, but they only laughed.

“Can I at least take a shower first?” I demanded, hoping to delay the inevitable. Maybe one or two of them would wander off and get distracted with something else. They only grinned and stripped me completely naked.

“What’s the point of showering? We’re all sweaty.” Lucky ran a hand over Saint’s glistening torso and licked his palm.

“This isn’t funny!”

“How cute. The little virgin has the jitters.” Saint pushed me down on the exercise bench while the other two held me there.

I shook my head at him. “You don’t want to do this. You don’t even like me.”

“He doesn’t want to like you. There’s a difference.” Rush laughed, and Saint shot him a murderous glare.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said. It wasn’t much of a comeback. I tried to meet his gaze, but he refused to look at my face. “Hold her still. I don’t want her breaking my neck.”

Breaking his neck? He pushed my thighs apart, and I forgot to make it difficult for him.

“See? It’s an act. She’s not reluctant at all.”

I tried to snap my legs closed but it was too late because Saint’s hips were between them. There was a bulge in his gym shorts, and although I wanted to keep fighting, my body wanted what he was packing.

I expected him to whip his cock out and push into me, but he knelt on the floor and inhaled me. Shocked and embarrassed, I tried to push his head away.

“Please don’t.”

“Are you so impatient for my cock that you don’t want me to taste you?”

“I’m sweaty!” I reminded him.

“I’m used to fucking men, and you think I’m going to worry about a little workout sweat?” He arched a brow. “I’ve had far sketchier things in my mouth.”

I bit my lip and watched as he slid lower, his messy hair trailing over one eye, giving him an eviller air than usual.

He slid his tongue over me, and I immediately bucked, horny and nervous and angry.

I tugged against Lucky and Rush’s hold, but they grabbed my knees, too, and held me wide for Saint’s convenience.

“You’re right. She doesn’t taste the same.”

His words brought an unexpected, unwelcome twinge of jealousy. Was he still comparing me to fucking Arabella?

That son of a bitch.

It would be kind of romantic— for her —except she didn’t want him. I couldn’t imagine why. With his sparkling personality, and the romantic way he wouldn’t let me up on the furniture until Rush forced him to, he was a real catch.

Determined not to enjoy it, I clung to my anger, but he was too good with his mouth.

He kissed me as though he were kissing my mouth, his tongue delving between, brushing my clit hood in gentle, teasing swipes.

He was patient, tasting me like a dish he was savoring—teasing until I thrashed against the hands that held me down.

Only then did he spread me open, inspecting me, exploring me with a slow and curious tongue.

Closing my eyes, I tried to avoid thinking of how good it felt, but there was no escaping the sensations he was forcing on me.

He took my clit between his lips and suckled it until I was sobbing with frustration.

My cries filled the home gym with a buzzing sense of desperation, and I found myself digging my heels into the weight bench, trying to push harder against his mouth.

As I’d suspected, they held me still as he pulled away, leaving me wanting, like I knew he fucking would.

“What’s the matter, trouble? Is there something you want to say to me?” He wanted me to beg, but he wouldn’t give me what I needed, even if I did. There was nothing I could do except quietly sob and struggle.

“You’re not being very obedient. Tell me what you want, or else.

” He leaned in with deadly accuracy, and slid his tongue over my clit, exactly where I needed him.

I tried to protest, but he fastened down on my clit with the most perfect, delicious suction, and brushed his fingers through the liquid approval my body was creating.

“Saint!” I blurted in desperation, even as I tried to stop myself.

“Yes?”

Both Lucky and Rush were touching me now, running their hands over my body, murmuring in appreciation.

Rough fingers plucked at my nipples, and I spread my thighs wider for Saint, needing more.

I shuddered as the finger he plunged into me imitated the cock I actually wanted—any of the three in the room would do, for fuck’s sake.

I wasn’t in the position to be picky. He withdrew his finger, and I whined at the loss, but a moment later it was prodding my bottom hole.

“Nooo! Not again.”

“It’s so adorable that she doesn’t like having her ass played with,” Rush said, his sexy smile mocking.

Even now, it felt rude and strange being touched there, but no amount of bucking or trying to kick him away dissuaded him. I expected him to jam his finger into me, but he dragged it up and down, bumping over the sensitive area, probably enjoying my squeaks and gasps of protest.

“You must have been fucked in the ass before you got to us,” Lucky said, squeezing one of my breasts, as though the feel of it in his hand was one of his favorite things.

“I was, I… It…”

“Are you shy?” Rush asked with a chuckle. There was no point in denying it, seeing as how I could feel the blush burning my face. I nodded tightly.

“But it’s not just that,” Lucky insisted. “How many times have you done it?”

“Before I got to you? Once or twice, depending on how you’re counting.”

“And he didn’t make it good for you?”

“No, sir. Neither of them cared.”

“It was at that resort you were working at?”

I nodded.

“What? We’re going to start caring about her feelings and leave her alone now?” Saint snapped.

“Of course not,” Rush replied, grinning. “We’re going to have to make it good enough so she learns how to beg for it.”

The man was fucking delusional. All three of them laughed.

“I would never!”

Lucky patted down his pockets and fished out a packet he handed to Saint.

“What’s that?” I demanded.

“Remember that conversation we had about chivalry?” Rush asked. “Lucky is sacrificing his emergency lube packet for you. Now thank him like a good girl.”

“Thank you, Lucky,” I said, unable to disobey when I was half wild from the way they were touching me. Saint’s tongue wasn’t giving me any rest, and the bastard knew exactly when to slow down so he didn’t accidentally get me off.

“You’re both too nice to her,” he said when he came up for air.

“It’s not her fault she ended up here,” Rush said as he licked the taste of me from Saint’s bottom lip.

“It’s absolutely her fault she ended up here, which means I don’t have to feel sorry for the little brat.

” Even so, he ripped open the lube packet with his teeth with the ease of a man who’d done it a million times.

He squirted some onto his finger and rubbed it exactly where I didn’t want him going, as I shook my head and rolled my safeword around in my mouth.

My heart thundered in my ears, and all I could think of was how much it had hurt on the island—the pain and fear and how long it had taken to heal. That Rush had already fucked my ass and hadn’t made it unbearable seemed like a fever dream.