Page 40 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

But he has other plans.

“Spread your legs.”

I do.

“Now let them watch you come apart from a single one of my fingers.”

For the first time since Elliot turned me around, I actuallylook.And what I find are two men staring at me with pure, unadulterated lust. The thought of getting on my knees for both of them crosses my mind just as Elliot slides a finger over my clit, and I shudder.

When Elliot slid my dress off in the limo, there was a split second when I felt too vulnerable. But now, with Elliot holding me on display for Rhett and Oliver, the feeling of being exposed to them only makes me more wet.

Elliot makes a deep, dark sound as he feels it. My head falls back onto his shoulder as he works my overly sensitive clit back to life. It doesn’t take long before I’m a mess, sputtering half-sentences and tugging my hair with my hands. I don’tknow what to do with them, and I can’t figure out where to put them that doesn’t make me feel self-conscious.

I squeeze my eyes closed when Elliot slows his finger. An orgasm wasjustbeginning to build, but now it’s fading away. I bite one of my fingers, stifling a frustrated groan.

But then two hands wrap around my wrists, pressing them to soft fabric. I open my eyes to see them against Rhett’s chest. He’s watching me closely, searching for any type of resistance. But the way he’s entrapped my wrists against his chest feels soright.

My gaze locks with his, and his piercing stare goes straight to my heart. He’s looking at me like a starved man staring at a feast. “Rhett,” I whisper, watching as he raises an eyebrow. “Rhett, kiss me. Please.”

The words flow out of my mouth so naturally that what I’m really opening myself up to doesn’t register until I’ve already said them. But I don’t care. I need to feel this man’s lips on mine.

Rhett doesn’t hesitate. His grip on my wrists tightens, and then he pulls them over my head and holds them there. When his lips finally crash into mine, Elliot’s finger speeds up again. I cry out, Rhett absorbing the sound in his mouth.

His free hand creeps up my body, sliding in between my breasts and tracing my collarbones. Then it wraps around my throat, his thumb and forefinger squeezing ever so slightly.

All of a sudden, everything is too much, and I explode. My knees go weak, but I find myself held up by Rhett’s grip on my wrists and Elliot’s arm wrapping around my waist.

Rhett doesn’t release my mouth, instead running his tongue over my bottom lip as I moan into him. My hips buck as Elliot’s finger shoots fireworks throughout my whole body, and he stops when I start whimpering.

I gasp, falling against Rhett’s chest as he lets my wrists slip out of his hand. He holds me for a second before tensing and stepping back suddenly. The lust in his eyes disappears, replaced by an unreadable façade, before he backs away.

Elliot keeps me upright, stroking my hair as I catch my breath. But his hold on me loosens when Oliver comes up next to us. I barely register him before the room tilts as he picks me up and carries me to the bed.

When he settles on the edge, placing me in his lap, I rest my head on his chest. He kisses my hairline with a chuckle. “You look tired.”

Shaking my head, I straighten. “I can take more.”

His lips part as he looks me over. “Tell me, princess, do you want me?”

I moan as I nod, leaning in and kissing him. His lips are soft, and the way he kisses me is gentler than the other two. While one of his arms is wrapped around my waist, his free hand cradles my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

Groaning, Oliver pulls away. I can feel how hard he is. “I need to feel you come around my cock, princess.”

His words make me pause. I haven’t had a random hookup in years, and the topic of protection is always awkward. The guys never want to wear a condom, and the whole thing ends up being a mess.

Planting a kiss on my neck, Oliver says, “We’re clean, Wren. Or we can wear condoms. Whatever you’re comfortable with. Are you on birth control?”

I nod, my eyes moving from one man to the next. All three of them have on a patient expression, and it makes my heart squeeze. Do they really mean it? They don’t mind either way?

And should I believe them just because Oliver says they’re clean?

“Mmm. No, you shouldn’t.” He chuckles as my eyes widen at the realization that I was thinking out loud. His lips drag across the skin of my shoulder. “We can show you proof if you’d like.”

“I—I don’t have proof.”

“You don’t seem like the lying type, love.” Elliot steps forward, brushing my hair out of my face before kissing me. “And we really are okay with using condoms.”

I let out a breath, relaxing into Oliver. “Why don’t you get the paperwork.” I watch as Oliver grins.