Their Cartel Princess: The Complete Series: A Dark Reverse Harem Box Set

by Logan Fox

  “She doth protest too much,” Lars said.

  A coarse, thick rope brushed her ankle. She looked down, instinctively tugging her ankle away when Lars tried to loop the rope around it.

  He stroked her calf, murmuring, “Easy,” to her as he glanced up at her with mischief glittering in his green eyes.

  “What’s your safe word, Princess?” Finn asked, coming to stand in front of her.

  Bailey grabbed her other ankle, drawing it away. But there was only one rope, and that Lars was tying off against the foot of the bed. Leaving her tethered by one foot like an animal prone to roaming.

  “Swan,” she said.

  Her skin pulsed with anticipation, trepidation, lust. But her heart was fluttering like a butterfly against her ribs. She licked her lips, and glanced over at Lars, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Don’t hurt me,” she said.

  Lars made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you, Princess.”

  “No, but come on,” she said, writhing on the sheets. “No slapping and stuff. I don’t like that.”

  “How would you know if you’ve never tried?” Lars asked, shrugging his shoulders. His shirt glided to the floor as his fingers went to his jeans.

  “I’m pretty sure I won’t.”

  Fingers touched her shoulders, and she flinched. Tipping her head back, she stared at Bailey. She’d expected an apologetic look on his face, but all she saw was wary anticipation.

  “You can always tap out,” Finn said, trailing his fingers up her bare leg.

  They’d left her underwear on, but for how long? It was damp already, and that made her even more aware how clothed they were.

  “But then playtime’s over for good, so I’d try and stick it out long as possible,” Lars said, and his eyes darted up to Bailey. “Take off her shirt.”

  She snatched her hands away from Bailey, but he caught them again, lifting them up so Finn could lean across and hike her shirt up her ribs.

  Bailey didn’t pull it off all the way though. Just as her head broke clear of the collar, he twisted the sleeves around her wrists, trapping her inside the fabric. He did such a thorough job that, even when she struggled to slide out, she couldn’t.

  There was no point in protesting.

  She could see hunger in each of their eyes now. A need that only she could fulfill. It scared her, but it also filled her with a sense of pride.

  These strong men were too weak to hold themselves back from taking what they needed from her. A weakness she couldn’t help but exploit.

  She wanted them to take as much as they wanted.

  More.

  Until she had nothing left to give.

  Cora’s arms had been warm, but her skin was cooling. Bailey gripped the mess of fabric and fingers he’d made with her shirt so tight he could feel her pulse against his thumb.

  Her heart raced.

  But his did too.

  This felt so fucking wrong, on so many levels. But he couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop.

  Her presence intoxicated him. It had, for so long. To have her this close, naked but for a triangle of dark fabric, was a temptation he couldn’t resist.

  There was a safe word, at least, if she wanted them to stop. And she wasn’t fighting anymore.

  Except…that had been the hottest part of all, when Lars had snatched her up like that and carried her to the bed like a caveman who’d had enough of dragging women by the hair.

  She was into this. He could see it from the tremble in her mouth. The way her chest rose and fell. Her wide, eager eyes tracking every movement Finn and Lars made.

  What did he have to do to make her look at him with such voracious apprehension?

  He wanted her to worship him like she worshiped these two men.

  Bailey took off his vest. Lars had stripped to his briefs—a glance in his direction had been enough to establish that and the size of his massive erection—but Finn was still wearing his jeans.

  What the hell was he supposed to do? And why did this feel like some kind of test? Was it because of how fucked off Finn had been in the library earlier?

  Jesus, it wasn’t like he’d meant to come so soon. How the hell these two managed such stamina, he didn’t know.

  Cora was so beautiful. So erotic. So intense. Even thinking about fucking her made him want to come.

  But they held back.

  So he’d have to try, even if it killed him.

  Hopefully, it wouldn’t kill him.

  But it would be the perfect way to go.

  Bailey leaned down, stroking Cora’s hair out of her face as he touched his lips to her forehead, then her nose, the corner of her mouth.

  Kissing her would be too much, too intimate right now. So he grazed the side of her neck, her earlobe, her jaw.

  Her eyes fluttered closed, and she gripped him with clumsy, tangled hands as she made encouraging sounds.

  He climbed onto the bed, keeping her bound hands pinned with a knee as he ran his hands over her breasts and squeezed her. His reward was a deep throated moan and an arch of her back that pushed her tits hard into his palms.

  It had become painful to keep his jeans on; his cock strained so hard against that thick fabric it felt like it would burst a seam.

  He kissed her chin, a lush eyebrow, and the top of her head as he stood to take off his jeans.

  The other two men had been busy. Lars had tied off Cora’s ankle, and was twisting the scarf around his fingers, turning it into a rope.

  Finn had stripped to his trunks, and was kissing his way up Cora’s leg. He reached her knee, and she began squirming.

  “Take it off,” she said, wriggling her hips. When the two men didn’t respond to her, she tipped her back to look at him. “Bailey? Take it off.”

  Her underwear. He reached for her hips, and then stopped.

  She shouldn’t be calling the shots. Not now. In here, she was Princess, not La Sombra. Not capo. Just a woman.

  Their woman.

  In here, she obeyed them.

  “Nine,” he said.

  Lars barked a laugh. “Boy catches on quick, don’t he, Milo?”

  Finn just let out a soft growl and carried on working his way up Cora’s leg.

  Wisely, she didn’t argue the point, but her eyes did widen.

  Finn shoved her legs apart. Since she still wore her underwear, it shouldn’t have been that lascivious. But it was. It was so fucking hot seeing her spread like that, unable to move, unable to fight.

  He climbed back onto the bed, all too aware of how close his cock was to the warmth of Cora’s arms. He wore boxers, but his dick was tenting them like they smelled snatch and wanted out.

  When he looked up, Lars’s eyes were on him.

  It shouldn’t have—fuck, he’d never thought of a guy in any kind of sexual way—but having those eyes on him made him harden even more. Knowing, in a few minutes, he’d be seeing Lars fuck Cora.

  And it would turn him on as much as fucking her himself.

  Her entire body was on fire. Electricity pulsed through her, just under the skin. The smallest tear, even a pin prick, would send a thousand volts of current arcing from her like lightning.

  And it was because no one had touched her yet. Not where it mattered. Not where she hummed and purred like a little kitten. Her entire body ached with the need for one of her men to stroke her. To thrust into her. To make her come.

  But, instead, they were raining kisses on her body like a moth rain in June.

  Finn was almost to her inner thigh. And then he forced open her legs so suddenly she gasped.

  Instinct took hold. She tried to close her legs again, a flurry of unbidden thoughts spilling through her mind; embarrassment about her body, her trembling thighs.

  But Finn grabbed her thighs—one in each meaty hand—and dimpled her skin how he held her open.

  He scraped his teeth over one hipbone, catching the fabric of her underwear, and let it snap back against
her skin. Then the other.

  She writhed, and Finn gave her a light slap to the side of her thigh. She stilled in shock, and he made a sound as if this had pleased him.

  And that sent a whole flurry of bliss through her.

  Lars’s mouth brushed against her stomach, then he caught one of her nipples between his teeth. A burst of pain had her gasping, but then a twist of silk cut off the sound.

  They’d gagged her again.

  And it wasn’t even as if she’d been making that much noise.

  But maybe they preferred their captive silent and obedient. Which shouldn’t have pissed her off, but it did.

  She spat out the gag. It took Lars a few seconds to notice, since he was still lavishing bites and kisses on her breasts, but when he noticed, he froze.

  Straightening, he gave her a cool stare as he took away the gag from where it had landed over her neck, and said, “Are you doing this on purpose? Do you want us to punish you? Because it’s not a punishment if you want it, you realize that, right?”

  She said nothing, but she couldn’t look away from his intense stare either.

  Until Finn yanked her underwear to the side and ran his tongue over her slit. Her back arched off the bed, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.

  Lars pushed her down again with a hand on her belly. Then he came in for a kiss, and it was all she could do to keep breathing.

  Finn’s tongue returned, making her moan hard against Lars’s mouth.

  Now she had two tongues to contend with—one expertly working her mouth, the other tantalizing her more and more with each slow lick up her slit.

  The weight keep her hands down disappeared.

  Bailey?

  Concern flashed through her; the thought she’d done something wrong, that he couldn’t stand the sight of Lars and Finn doing unspeakable things to her while he had to watch. Her chest grew tight, and what pleasure there was became dim.

  But then a third hand clamped down on her thigh.

  There was a snick as he cut away her underwear.

  Baring her.

  She squirmed, wanted to close her legs, unable.

  Instead, all she could do was try and kiss Lars back as a second tongue—Bailey’s—flicked over the sensitive nub of her clit while Finn still licked the length of her entrance.

  Lars drew at her, their breath growing hot and humid how they panted through their kiss. First one hand, then another, grabbed her breast.

  And she couldn’t tell whose it was.

  Realized that it didn’t matter.

  There wasn’t a pleasure point in her body that wasn’t being lavished with attention.

  And she felt like she would explode.

  No…she was exploding. A climax pounced on her out of nowhere.

  Her hips bucked hard, grinding two mouths against her sex. A tongue speared inside her while a warm mouth enclosed her mound and sucked.

  Lars moved back, giving her air to gasp with. But then he had her nipple in his mouth, teasing that bud of puckered flesh with his teeth until she saw stars.

  As soon as Cora’s hips fell back, Finn backed up and slid off the bed. Bailey was still kissing her, drinking her up like she was the elixir of life.

  Fuck, she’d tasted like it to Finn.

  He dragged a hand over his mouth, tugging down his briefs as he watched Bailey forcing a last shudder from Cora.

  She lay limp and spent, chest heaving and eyes closed as she panted.

  But they were far from done.

  Finn stepped closer and grabbed Bailey by the shoulder.

  The man tensed, giving him a wary look over his shoulder.

  “This time,” Finn said, “you fuck her until she comes.”

  “Jesus, man, I—” Bailey began, but Finn shoved him forward before he could finish.

  “Just take it nice and slow,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed.

  Cora’s head flopped to the side to watch him, and she gave him a wide, if weak, smile. That smile changed when he reached over and parted her for Bailey. A flicker of concern touched her eyes, but it was swept away by a wide-eyed, open-mouthed gasp when Bailey touched his dick to her entrance and slowly thrust inside her.

  Finn lay on his side, slipping an arm under her head and twisting her toward him for a kiss. It was a breathless one from her side—more panting than anything else—but it was as if her arousal sweetened her saliva the longer Bailey fucked her.

  Lars came to lie on her other side, and he grabbed her chin and pulled her away for a kiss of his own. Finn slid his hand over her thigh and urged her leg up and to the side, spreading her more for Bailey.

  As soon as Lars had ended their kiss, he did the same.

  Lars glanced up at Finn, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he tossed his hair from his face. “Thinking what I’m thinking?”

  Finn gave him a nod, and untangled Cora’s hands from her shirt.

  “How well can you multi-task, Princess?” Lars murmured to Cora.

  Her reply was a moan. Bailey leaned over her, his hand between her breasts as he picked up speed.

  “Slower,” Finn heard Lars say.

  He glanced down, Cora’s hands finally free, and watched as Lars grabbed Bailey’s hip. He guided the man, slowing him down but making each thrust harder, more forceful.

  Cora groaned, eyes squeezing shut and her pants turning into small gasps every time Bailey thrust into her.

  Finn grabbed Cora’s left hand and guided it to Lars’s cock where it rubbed against her hip. She snatched at it, and began pumping it hard. He wrapped his hand around hers, and slowed her down. Showed her how to twist her grip when she got close to Lars’s crown.

  “Fuck,” Lars muttered, burrowing his head in Cora’s hair as he bucked his hips.

  Cora’s mouth trembled at that, and her eyes popped open. She seemed incredulous how much pleasure she was bringing Lars, watching his face with rapt attention as she slowly jerked him off.

  Finn brought her right hand to his own throbbing dick. He liked it harder than Lars, but slower still.

  Cora was clumsy at first, but when he’d corrected her for the third time, she picked up on the rhythm he wanted and stuck to it.

  He kissed her again, but then he groaned into her mouth when she swiped the pad of her thumb over his crown. Lars took advantage and moved her face toward him for a kiss while Finn sucked at her breast and slid a hand to her clit where he stroked her.

  This was too much for her. She broke free from Lars with a gasp, bucked her hips hard enough to make Bailey murmur, “Jesus,” above her.

  “Harder!” she bucked again, and he and Lars both pushed her down flat on the bed.

  “Eleven,” Lars said, nibbling her ear. “You’re a brave girl, Princess.”

  “No, I’m sorry,” she said through another gasp. “I didn’t mean to—”

  “Too late,” Finn said.

  He tugged her ankle away and laid a slap on the back of her thigh, close to her ass.

  Her entire body stiffened, and Bailey let out a muffled, “Oh my god, you just went so fucking tight.”

  So Finn slapped her again, harder.

  Cora whimpered, throwing her head to the side and mewling at Lars for a kiss.

  He gave her one, but his hand went to her clit, massaging her as that kiss deepened.

  She tore away. “I’m going to come,” she whispered furiously, her hands slowing on both of their cocks.

  Bailey sped up.

  Cora slipped over the sheet as his thrusts grew harder still. But Finn and Lars grabbed her shoulders, keeping her still so Bailey could fuck her as hard as he wanted.

  She came seconds later, and Bailey a few seconds after that. Finn tried to kiss her through her orgasm, but she was unresponsive, riding out an impossibly high wave of bliss.

  Bailey pulled out of her, breathing as hard as if he’d run a marathon.

  “Not bad,” Lars said, running a hand down the man’s chest. “Next time, you’
ll have to do it all yourself.”

  Bailey gave a short, breathless laugh, and ducked his head to give Cora’s pussy a long, lingering lick.

  Even that didn’t get a reaction.

  “You still with us?” Finn asked, guiding her chin to the side so she would look at him. Her eyes opened reluctantly. Tears glittered like diamonds on her lashes.

  “That was unbelievable,” she whispered. “But I can’t take anymore.”

  He gave her a slow smile as he trailed his fingers down her belly and over her clit. He slid two fingers inside her, rousing a weak moan from her. “You’ll have to, baby girl. Still two to go.”

  This was lunacy. There was no way she could come again. Her body felt like a city after a nuclear bomb had been dropped on it. Her muscles were water, her spine a piece of string.

  But it didn’t matter.

  In here, her men held total authority.

  And they wanted her to come again.

  Twice.

  Lars rolled her onto her side. Finn grabbed her top leg and bent it at a sharp angle, and then spread it to the ceiling.

  If she’d had an ounce of strength, she would have tried to twist out of such a fucking revealing position; the lights were still on for heaven’s sake.

  But there was nothing she could do. Not with her one ankle still tied to the bed, and her body limp as a wet rag.

  So she had to swallow her uneasiness as Finn ran his hungry eyes down her body, settling on the slit between her legs as if it mesmerized her.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful your cunt is?” Lars murmured in her ear. He ran two fingers down either side of her slit, sending electric pleasure thrumming through her all over again.

  As if it was a command, her body came alive again.

  “Oh god,” she murmured, managing a small wriggle.

  Finn opened her wider still, and rubbed the length of his cock over her slit.

  She began trembling, and couldn’t stop. Tears pricked at her lids again, perhaps from the slow, heavy wave of whatever the fuck it was washing over her.

  Love?

  Lust?

  She couldn’t tell anymore. But she felt as addicted to it as a bee to nectar. She couldn’t stop wanting it, wanting them.