Chapter Three

I held my breath as he unbuckled his belt and slowly slid it out of its loops. I jumped as he snapped it in front of him. "Let's see how much wetter I can get you, little fox."

My heart hammered in my throat. What the fuck was he going to do?

Grim unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them down, and stepped out of the rumpled fabric, kicking them across the room. I gasped at the sight of his smooth, hard cock standing at attention.

He chuckled as he peeled off his black T-shirt, revealing his beautifully carved body. There wasn't a single flaw. With a six pack of abs and two steel rods piercing through his nipples, he looked like a runway model. Only his dark sinister gaze reminded me what he really was.

A predator .

Grim stood completely naked in front of me while Poe and Saint looked on, leaning back and seemingly enjoying the show. Grim moved closer, forcing my legs apart with his knees as he towered over me.

Fuck. He was gorgeous.

I gasped as he wrapped his left hand around my throat, firm but not hard enough to restrict my breath. The feel of his grip on my neck had me clenching again. Why did this turn me on so much?

My heart skittered as I anticipated his next move. Was he going to force me to suck his cock? Would I even put up much of a fight? I was practically salivating over it.

His eyes hardened and his lips pulled tight. "Watch," he commanded.

"Watch what?" I murmured.

He fisted his cock with his right hand and began stroking his shaft up and down. I tilted my chin up to look away from his throbbing cock, and he gave my throat a quick squeeze. " I said, fucking watch ."

"Oh, shit," I whimpered, struggling for breath. I nodded and he relaxed his grip on me slightly.

" Good girl ."

He began stroking his cock again, back, and forth. He circled the tip with his thumb, pinching it between his fingers as a little spurt of pre-cum pooled out.

"You want a taste, don't you, little fox? You want to slide those pouty lips up and down my cock until they're bruised and swollen. If you say otherwise, than you're a fucking liar," he breathed.

Was he right?

I couldn't move or look away. Heat flooded my body as he took his time, languishing in each stroke of his veiny shaft. My nipples ached as they pebbled against the cotton of my shirt, imagining what his hands could do to them. My panties were soaked.

"Say yes, little fox. Just one word and I'll give you what you want. I can see your swollen nipples through that sweat-soaked shirt. I know they're aching to be sucked."

Grim squeezed my throat a little tighter. " Aching to feel the scrape of my teeth against them."

Oh, fuck.

Sweat beaded down my back. I was falling apart. Unraveling. Every breath shorter than the last. I kept my eyes glued to his glistening cock, for fear that if I looked into his eyes he'd know. That everything he said was true. That I wanted him. I wanted all three of them.

I fisted my hands at my sides as his breaths grew more rapid. He let out a soft moan and rubbed himself harder, faster. Tingles erupted inside my aching pussy. Watching him, as he held me in place with one hand and fondled himself with the other was vicious. It was fucking brutal. But only because I would not let myself give in.

"Uhh," he moaned. "Fuck. Get ready for it, little fox."

What the… oh, fuck. He grunted and moved his hand to the back of my neck. I whimpered as he tugged my head back and released his cum on my throat. It came out thick and hot. Dripped down my shirt. I quivered as it oozed in between my breasts. I stared at the ceiling as he surrendered to his orgasm, feeling his warm sticky cum drip all over me.

He yanked my head hard and rubbed his fingers over my neck, smearing his cum across my jaw and over my tightly closed lips. I would not give in, dammit. But fuck how I wanted to .

Grim pulled me upright, smiled and stepped back. "I look good on you, little fox."

Poe rose and stalked over to us. My heartbeat fast. He took a seat next to me. "We can keep playing these games, or you can give us what we want. What you want ."

I looked around the room, soaking in their hungry stares. They didn't look like ghosts. No. They were solid and formed like men. Beautiful men. Poe with his black hair and green eyes, the way they slinked over every inch of me like I was about to be devoured.

Then Grim, the tallest of the three. His black and grey tattoos swirled and climbed over almost every inch of his skin, highlighting every inch of his hard muscled body. The sexy V-shape that dipped down below his abs, aching to be licked. His blonde hair was slicked back off his forehead revealing the undersides shaved and imprinted with more tattoos. His blue eyes pierced me like razors.

And finally, Saint, he was the biggest of the three. Not in height but in stature. He looked like a bouncer or like he belonged in some fight club. His dirty blond hair was tied up in a top knot. Shadows flickered behind his brown eyes.

A tremor shot through me as Poe stroked my cheek with the tip of his finger. "Give in to your desire, little fox. Let us give you what you've been too scared to get for yourself."

My heart hammered. I could barely control my breath. "I-I'm not scared."

Grim stepped back into his black jeans, pulling them up slowly. He tucked his cock back inside but left the zipper and button undone. He stood over me and cupped my chin in his hand. "You're terrified, Bailey. And it makes you so fucking wet, you couldn't clench your legs together any tighter if you tried."

I tried to swallow, but my throat was so dry. "I need a drink."

Saint made his way into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and a glass. He poured it and as he handed it to me, he kept his fingers curled around the stem. I inhaled a sharp breath as his skin grazed mine. "This will help you relax, little fox."

Or it would just make me make stupider decisions.

I gulped down half of it in one sip. "This is great. Just fucking great. I'm being haunted by three sex starved ghosts. How is that even possible? This can't be real. "

Poe inched himself closer to me. "Stop talking. There are better uses for that sexy mouth of yours."

Grim nodded, heat rising in his stare. "Open up for us. We've waited a long time for you, Bailey. Our sly little fox…"

Why were they calling me that? "No. Please, just leave. I can't give you what you want."

Poe sighed. "Wrong answer."

I gasped as he yanked me to my feet. He whipped me around and pulled me to him. His stiff cock ground against my back. Without warning he walked me forward into the wall and pressed harder into me. He fisted my hair tight in his palm. He pressed my face to the wall and breathed heavy into my ear. "You're the only one who can give us what we want."

He smelled so fucking good. I whimpered as he reached around and began slowly pulling up the edges of my shirt. "Spread your legs, little fox."

I wriggled against him, trying to squirm out of his hold but all that did was make him grip me tighter. He shoved his foot between my ankles and knocked them apart, forcing me to widen my stance. My clit ached as he pressed me further into the wall. "Tell me you're not wet right now, and I'll let you go."

I grunted in frustration. "I'm not wet."

He ran his teeth over my earlobe as he whispered, "Liar."

"Prove it, little fox," Grim taunted. "Let him touch you."

Oh, fuck. I wanted to be touched so bad.

I squirmed again. Poe pressed into me. I could feel the hem of my shirt getting higher. My panties were exposed now. My legs spread open. He stroked my belly in soft small circles with his fingers. I quivered. " Fuck ," I whispered underneath my breath.

"Relax, little fox. Let me touch you," Poe rasped.

I was practically panting. I'd never been exposed like this. This vulnerable. I bit down on my lower lip and shook my head. "I-I don't want you to. "

He snickered and released me. "Liar," he repeated.

I turned around and leaned back against the wall. "You don't know me."

Poe twirled a lock of my blonde hair. "We know you better than you know yourself. The sooner you give into what you want, the more alive we'll all be."

He stalked away and sat down on the couch while keeping his feral gaze on me.

Saint smirked. I didn't even realize he was capable of any expression. "Aren't you tired of always being in control, Bailey? Hmm?" He grabbed a black duffel bag from behind the couch that I hadn't noticed until now.

He unzipped it slowly. "We can do things to you that even your wildest fantasies couldn't muster."

I clenched my pussy again, praying my slick juices didn't pool any farther down my thighs. "What do you want to do to me?" I asked, terrified and more aroused than I'd ever been in my whole life.

Saint reached inside the bag and pulled out a black leather riding crop. He caressed the tip of it and then smacked it against his palm. I flinched.

"You think you're wet now, little fox… Submit to us. Say yes, and you will feel pleasure unlike any you've ever known," Saint breathed.

My legs began to shake. I had never been spanked before. But I'd be lying to myself if I said I hadn't always wanted to be. Fuck. How did they seem to know all the dirty things I wanted done to me?