CHAPTER 5

Laughter rippled, low and cruel.

“Fuck, look at her,” one muttered.

“Already dripping.”

“Messy little thing.”

Hands reached first—rough, greedy, everywhere at once.

“Wait—ah—stop—” My cry broke as a mouth clamped between my thighs, tongue shoving deep. My hips jerked helplessly.

“Sweet,” the man growled against me. “Soaked.”

Warm mouths latched onto both breasts—one sucking hard, the other biting until sparks shot through me.

“Ahhh—” My ...