The Broken Puppet (The Elite King's Club 2)

“Aren’t you cold?” I ask him, finally having enough of all the lack of clothes.

“I don’t know.” Nate runs his eyes up and down my body then grins. “Aren’t you?”

“No, I….” I look down to see I’m wearing nothing but a little black G-string and a black bra. “Oh my God!” But he’s right. I’m not cold.

“Nice. Can see why you’re both hitting that.” Brantley’s dark voice comes in from the shadows behind Nate.

“Bishop, yes. Nate, no,” I correct, my hands on my hips.

“Nate, almost—twice.” Nate smirks.

I open my mouth, just about to correct him again, when Hunter, Jase, Ace, Saint, Eli, Cash, and Chase slowly come in behind Brantley, all similarly dressed.

“The gang’s all here?” I ask, shaking my head.

Nate glares over my shoulder, his eyes going dark. “Now they are.”

A hand runs up my thigh while another grips onto my hip, holding me into place. I close my eyes. “Bishop….”

His lips skim over my shoulder, his breath falling on my cool skin. “Who owns you?” Then he licks me from shoulder blade to shoulder blade while his hand on my thigh travels up to my apex. “Who owns you, Madison?”

I moan out slightly, biting down on my bottom lip.

He squeezes. “I’m not a patient man.”

“Why?” I ask. Even in the midst of my lust, my stubborn ass still can’t let some shit go.

His fingertips dig into the flesh of my thigh. “Say it. Tell me what I want to hear,” he growls, his lips pressing against the rim of my earlobe.

“You.”

Shit.

He chuckles into my ear. “Good.” His hand sprawls over my stomach. “Because you’re about to get fucked like I don’t.”

Wait, what?

I turn to face him, confused. When he sees my puzzlement, he grins and looks over my shoulder. Another hand comes to the front of my throat and squeezes down.

Shit. Double shit.

Why does everything feel so good? Bishop drops to his knees in front of me as whoever it is behind me grips onto my throat, tilting my head to the side as his teeth latch onto my neck.

“You want this and you know it.”

Brantley.

Fuck.

Bishop tears my G-string off, and I look down at him as he brings it up to his face and inhales deeply. “Mine.”

I want to kick him and say, If I’m yours, then why are you sharing me? but everything feels too good. Like I’m floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

I feel no shame.

Then Bishop draws his tongue out and runs it over my panty line, a devilish smirk coming to his mouth as his eyes light up like fire. Then he hooks my G-string over his neck and wears it like a damn necklace.

Jesus Christ, is he kidding?

Brantley’s hand comes up to my bra and cups my boob, squeezing roughly just as the cool air that was whisking past my clit is replaced with Bishop’s warm mouth. “Oh my God!” I groan, my head tilting back and hitting Brantley’s chest. Brantley tears off my bra and pinches my nipples as Bishop’s tongue circles my clit, switching between rough and gentle.

“Lay down,” Brantley murmurs into my ear.

“What?” I’m still coming out of my daze when he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks me down to the sand. “Lay the fuck down.” I fall onto my ass, and both him and Bishop look down at me sprawled out on the ground.

“Well, damn,” a third voice says, coming into view.

Saint. Cash’s older brother.

He unbuttons his jeans and I gulp. Holy shit. He has six years on all of us.

“Scared?” he asks, rubbing his hand over his dick. I watch as the muscles in his chest flex. His angular jaw tenses and I look at him with fresh eyes. Or horny eyes—either one. He has a sprinkling of hair over his jaw, groomed perfectly. His nose is a little wider, but his skin is golden and his hair blond. He sort of looks like that actor Cam Gigandet, I’ve decided. He nudges his head. “You good with this?”

I want to say no. I should say no. Shit. I don’t want to say no. Nodding, I slowly pull my bottom lip into my mouth. What a fucking whore. He gets down to his knees and Bishop and Brantley both step aside, parting like the Red Sea to let him in.

“You gon’ purr tonight.”

He pushes his jeans down, tugging on his cock a few times, and then lays over me. I drop to my back, my arms going out, giving him access. His bulky body weighs on me as the tip of his thick cock presses at my entrance before slipping in, thanks to Bishop’s foreplay. My eyes pop open and I arch my back, letting out a moan loud enough to shake the trees.

He grins against my cheek. “That’s not even half, baby. I’m going to break you.” Then he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, grabbing one leg and hitching it onto his hip as he dives inside me again. The way the tip of his cock collides with my cervix says I’m taking it all. Hands wrap around my hair and I look up the best I can to see Bishop. He unzips his jeans, pulling them down enough until his cock springs free, and then he lies back on the sand, leaning back on his elbows. Biting down on his bottom lip, his hair slightly ruffled and his eyes weak with lust, he nods down at his cock. “You know what to do, baby.” Putting my weight on one hand, I grip his dick with my other hand, sliding my lips over his head, and swallow him deeply. Bobbing up and down, I swirl my tongue around him and take him deeper until he’s hitting the back of my tonsils. He looks directly at me as Saint dives into me over and over again, hitting some sweet spot hidden deep inside me. I pause my sucking, swinging my hair over one shoulder, and look up to Bishop. He moves some of my hair out of my face sweetly, smirks, and then wraps it around his fist, tugging my face up to look at him more.