Page 85 of Three Irish Kings

All this time, and I haven’t been able to crack him, not really.

Sex is easy, but getting information out of Liam is like pulling teeth.

“Are you going to come? Right here in the middle of the living room like the little brat you are?”

“Yes, please let me come, Liam.” The words burst out of my mouth before I know what I’m saying.

He smirks. “Should I let you? Not like you’ve exactly been a good girl.”

“I will be. I’ll be so good, Liam, just let me come...” I’m trying my best to fight the waves of pleasure running over my body, but it’s hard.

“Not yet.”

“Please, Liam, please…”

Dare and Cillian seem to be on a war path, trying their hardest to get me to come against Liam’s wishes.

It hurts so good, but I’m losing the battle against the waves of pleasure threatening to drown me.

“Don’t you dare come yet, Isla. Not until I say so.”

“Oh God, oh God… I can’t…”

“You can, and you will.”

Cillian pinches my nipples harder, pulling on them while Dare fucks me with his tongue.

When his mouth latches on my clit, my eyes turn to the back of my head, my body shaking, legs giving.

Cillian holds me by putting his arms under mine, but he doesn’t stop his assault on my breasts.

When Dare starts sucking hard, I cry out, unable to hold back.

Cillian lets out a ragged breath, his erection pressing into me from behind.

“All right, Isla. Come for me. Come all over Dare’s face.”

Dare keeps sucking hard, his fingers pumping in and out, and I’m swept over the edge by Liam’s encouraging words, trembling all over as my orgasm washes over me.

Cillian holds me tightly as Dare lowers my leg to the ground, standing up with a groan, his lower face covered in me.

He licks his lips, the bastard, sticking the fingers he had inside of me into his mouth and sucking slowly.

“What does she taste like?” Liam rasps, and my eyes shoot to his.

He’s panting, standing over by the sink, his knuckles white on the countertop.

“You could find out yourself.” I’m lightheaded, leaning back against Cillian, the press of his erection against my back almost comforting.

“You'd like that, wouldn’t you? To weasel out of your punishment.” Liam stalks past us into my bedroom, and he calls out a moment later, “Come here.”

My feet move before I even tell them to, responding to Liam’s commanding tone, and when I walk into the bedroom, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his erection obvious.

He seems to ignore it.

“Over my lap. On your stomach.”

I drape myself over his lap, my thighs still trembling.