Inked (Tattoos and Leather) by Jaymie Holland

falling.
    They forced her into the back seat of the Rolls, Sean moving in beside her so that she couldn’t get out. Nick made it to the other side of the vehicle and slid in so that once again she was sandwiched between the two men. They removed her coat before she had a chance to fight back.
    “You’ve been a naughty girl, Megan,” Sean said as he rested one hand on the curve of her waist.
    “Naughty girl?” She looked up at him with a disbelieving expression. “I’ll show you a naughty girl.” She raised her hand to slap him but he caught her by her wrist.
    Nick brought both of her hands behind her back as she glared indignantly at Sean. Before she knew what Nick was doing, he’d cuffed her wrists behind her back.
    “What—?” she started.
    “You look hot in that outfit,” Sean said.
    From behind her, Nick added, “But only for us. You aren’t to dress like this in public again.”
    Before she could snap back a response, Sean took her face in his hands and kissed her.
    Startled, she didn’t move at first. Sean plundered her mouth with his tongue, intent on taking everything from her.
    Nick pushed her hair over her shoulder, baring her neck. He trailed his mouth along the curve of her neck as Sean kissed her.
    She struggled, but neither man gave way. They held her powerfully between them and soon she was sighing beneath Sean’s kiss, shivers trailing her spine as Nick’s lips traced a path to her nape.
    Her nipples grew hard and she ached between her thighs. Nick drew her onto his lap and she felt his cock press hard against her ass. He moved his hands around her and pulled down the front of her bustier so that her breasts fell into his palms. She gasped into Sean’s mouth as Nick pinched her nipples.
    Sean drew back and shifted in the large back seat of the Rolls, his blue eyes dark with passion.
    She tried to come up with cold words that would make them stop, but then Sean slid his palm up her thigh. Her heart thrummed as he pushed up her skirt, revealing the tiny red panties she wore beneath it.
    He ripped her panties into shreds and tossed them onto the floor.
    “You tore my—” Her indignant response vanished and she let out another gasp as he slid his fingers into her wetness. He looked satisfied as he plunged his fingers in and out of her slick core.
    “You’re so wet, you naughty girl.” Sean rubbed his thumb over the hard nub and she thought she was going to climax. “You deserve a punishment for showing off your body to other men.” He didn’t take his eyes off her as he added, “Isn’t that true, Nick?”
    “Most definitely.” Nick’s voice was rough as he spoke. He twisted Megan in his arms so that she was half lying in his embrace, and he kissed her.
    She could barely breathe as Sean continued to move his fingers in and out of her wet core and flick his thumb over her clit as Nick placed kisses along her neck and played with her nipples. She squirmed and moaned, falling into the sensations, her body on fire and filled with a need that nearly consumed her.
    “You smell so good,” Nick murmured as he moved his lips down to the top of her spine.
    “So hot…so damned hot.” Sean slid her skirt over her hips and down to her ankles, and she wondered if he was going to fuck her now, if he was going to take her in the back of the Rolls. At that instant, she wanted it more than anything.
    It took her a moment to realize the vehicle had come to a stop. She felt dizzy and off balance as they shifted her on the seat so that she was sitting up.
    She felt a heated blush sear her skin as it came to her that she wore only the bustier that was now beneath her breasts—her skirt was off and her panties shredded. The only other things she wore were her ankle boots.
    Her brows knitted as she tried to think clearly. These men had fired her, manhandled her, then took full advantage of her. Well, maybe not full, but pretty damned close.
    Why did she like it so much?
    “Take me home.” Her back