Page 63 of Merciless Angel

Then he pulled back and picked up the duct tape. Peeling off a strip, he placed it over my mouth. With my arms tied behind me and my mouth taped, I began to feel helpless. There was something to be said about being so vulnerable with three men who could easily get carried away.

Every part of me was tested in that moment. Both physically and mentally. Especially when Daire began to roughly fuck me with a savage intensity that had me screaming into the tape over my mouth.

Blaze still held my face, keeping me upright. He watched the combination of pain and pleasure take over me, filling my eyes with tears while also making my nipples hard. Only Daire knew how wet my pussy was. He easily slid in and out of me, pumping deep.

He came with a series of muttered curse words, emptying inside me. “You’re so goddamn amazing, Clover. I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop fucking you.”

His claim had me cringing inside. They were never going to let me go, were they?

Blaze didn’t waste any time. He promptly stood me up and turned me around before pushing me down onto the couch on my back. My hands being tied under me made it awkward.

Stripping off his t-shirt, he exposed his perfect body. His eyes were fixed on me while he removed his pants and boxers. Stepping up to the couch, he grabbed one of my legs and lifted it, resting my foot on his shoulder. Lifting my hips so he had the right angle, he thrust inside me so hard my eyes rolled back in my head.

It was a good feeling though. Having him pound inside me. My pussy buzzed with the sensation of his cock stretching me wide. All three men were well endowed, giving me more than enough. If I had to choose a favorite, I wouldn’t have been able to.

When Cash knelt beside the couch and sucked my nipple into his mouth, I thought I may pass out. He kneaded my other breast with a hand, circling my nipple with his thumb. Daire leaned on the back of the couch, giving himself an amazing view.

I met his piercing green stare, finding satisfaction in his eyes. Something told me this was only the beginning. That I hadn’t come close to discovering what Daire was capable of. Doubt flitted through me, making me wonder if tomorrow night’s plan would only make everything so much worse.

And yet, that twisted satisfaction drove me. I had no choice but to do everything I could to get away from the Angels. They were no good for me. How long would it be before tying me up and taping my mouth didn’t do it for them anymore? What would they do next?

When Blaze reached down to rub my clit, I had to ask myself, would anything less than this ever be as good? His other hand wrapped around my throat and I had my answer.

I came hard, my cries muffled by the damn tape. Several thrusts later and Blaze filled me with his release. I’d been filled with all three of them. They had made my body their own.

Why didn’t I hate it more than I did? Maybe there was something wrong with me.

Maybe I was never going to escape them. Deep down, part of me was okay with that.

CHAPTER THIRTY

BLAZE

I leaned in the bathroom doorway watching Clover run a brush through her hair. She’d already applied her makeup. Watching her get ready captivated me. I could watch her for hours.

Not sure why it drew me. I’d never given a shit before about any woman’s primping routine. Clover was a natural beauty who liked to dress up like a colorful doll. I loved her all ways.

Maybe it was those brief peaceful moments when she focused on her reflection in the mirror that I loved. When she wasn’t frowning or hiding her feelings behind a careful poker face. Being around her brought me a sense of comfort I’d never known. I longed to stay there in that moment in the bathroom all night.

“Are you sure you want to come?” I asked. “It might be dangerous.”

Clover quirked a brow in confusion and turned to face me. “I thought I had to come. You guys don’t want me to stay here alone. Even though Zane is gone and there’s no threat to my safety anymore.”

I hesitated before saying, “There’s always a threat. We have our share of enemies. There are people who would love to get their hands on you. Really fucked up people. I’d rather not take any chances. You can wait in the car.”

Nodding, Clover set the brush down and ran both hands through her hair. Her blonde curls brushed her shoulders, perfectly framing her beautiful face. Her eyes were done in a soft pink, her lips painted a deep purple. She changed up her look by wearing black for a change. The leggings and crop top showed off her figure. Still, it seemed like an odd color choice for her.

“What’s with the black?” I motioned to her outfit.

She gave a little half shrug. “I don’t know. It seemed fitting. Don’t people usually wear dark colors during criminal activity?”

Her innocent expression made me shake my head and laugh. Could she possibly be any more adorable?

I glanced down at my own dark attire. “Yeah, you have a point.”

“Tell me about these dangerous enemies,” she said as we exited the bathroom. “I assume you mean people other than the Gods.”

“Way worse than the Gods. Trust me, you don’t want to know.” I didn’t like thinking about the types of people we’d come across, like Brady and his sick brother. There were some really twisted motherfuckers out there.