Wickedly Sweet (Wickedly Psychos Collection, #1)

by Steph Macca

"If we weren't drunk right now, I'd show you exactly what Nate means." My heart misses a beat as I try to decipher if I heard him correctly. "What do you mean?" He shrugs. "I'd push you back against Steven McKing's tombstone there, rip off your pants, and make you scream so loud with my tongue that you wake the dead."

"You would let us?" he asks slowly. "You would let me fuck you with my mouth, erasing all memories of that asshole, until all you can think of is how hard you've come for me?"

"I respect you too much to take advantage of you right now. But mark my words. If we cross paths again in the dark, you better run. Because we will catch you, and when we're finished with you, we're going to ruin you in the best way possible."

"You bleed so well for us. I bet you come even better."

"That's a good girl. I want you to come on our knife,"

"Fucking hell. You're perfect, Audrey," Nate murmurs, stroking my folds. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock." I take a breath as Brax pulls back from kissing me. "Do it," I beg, my voice shaking.

"Good girl," Brax whispers, holding my gaze. "Fuck, look at how well you're taking him. Just like we knew you would."

I feel something hit the back of my throat, and I watch in fascination as he groans, his eyes shutting. His release pools in my mouth and I wait as he finishes. Nate shuffles back slightly, leaning down to grab my chin. He pushes my mouth closed, kissing it. "Swallow me."