Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free PDF

wouldn’t hurt her physically, not in any way that didn’t offer her insurmountable pleasure. But they would break her. Inside, she already felt years of resolve crumbling. After they took her tonight, she would never be the same. Her only solace came from the knowledge that no one would know what happened in this room tonight except them.
    “Later, you’re going to tell us why you were crying when we walked in,” Diek told her as Lucky completed his task of lowering the tank top from her body and Gunner slowly guided her arms behind her back.
    She shook her head again. She wouldn’t tell them, because doing so would be confessing her love for them. They might take her body tonight, but she wouldn’t let them know they had her heart, too. If she did, they would never let her go. Tomorrow the war would begin again. It would be harder to fight than ever before once her body memorized the feel of their hands on her, their cocks inside her, once she experienced the passion of being with them.
    Diek cupped the side of her face, turning her head to look at him. “That’s something I never want to see again.”
    His softness surprised her. The concern flittering through his cobalt eyes shocked her more. She started to speak, though she wasn’t quite sure what she intended to say. The coarse feel of a rope encircling her wrists captured her attention. She looked back over her shoulder and watched the intense concentration in Gunner’s expression as he bound her wrists tightly together, leaving a short length of rope to dangle free.
    Excitement and anticipation zinged through her system, ricocheting off every erogenous spot in her body only to gather in a ball of ecstasy when Lucky covered her breasts with his hands. His fingers flicked over her hardened nipples, sending that collected zing on a straight line of pleasured torment to her pussy.
    She wanted his hands to stay there. She wanted him to roll her nipples between his fingers, tug and pull on them until she was begging him to fuck her. When his hands fell away, she nearly cried out in protest. Her gaze slammed into his, and the simmering promise she saw in his eyes silenced her. He wasn’t done with them by any means.
    He stood close enough to her that she felt him reach a hand in his pocket and pull something free. She sucked in a breath on the next heartbeat when something cool and smooth brushed over her heated nipples.
    “You might want to hold that breath for a second,” he warned her as a bite of delicious pressure replaced the smooth coolness on her nipples.
    Mustang looked down at the clamps Lucky had fixed on her nipples. A dainty silver chain stretched between the clamps, connecting them. She realized in the next instant the chain also gave him something to toy with, simultaneously delivering a maddeningly pressured tug to both her nipples.
    “Oh, God.” She squirmed, moving her hips as the sensation traveled straight to her pussy. The intense pleasure ended far too soon. Lucky left the clamps in place, keeping a low hum of delight dancing through her system, but he didn’t tug at the chain again.
    “Come with me.” Gunner pulled at the rope binding her wrists and guided her backward, turning her around when they reached her bed. She saw then that Diek had taken the time to position the sea of pillows she slept with in the fashion he wanted them.
    Diek moved in front of her, his hand cupping the side of her face once more. “You’ve got one chance to find all that defiance you’ve been firing at us all these years. Otherwise, tonight you belong to us.”
    Mustang licked her lips, her gaze dancing over his handsome face. He continued to shock her tonight. She never expected him to give her a chance to speak, let alone tell them to get out of her room.
    “Just for tonight?” The question spilled from her mouth before she could stop it. She was stupid to challenge him. Tonight was exactly what she wanted. She had already made up her mind that