Room One Hundred and Eleven (Bred By Billionaires)

13. Poppy

CHAPTER 13

Poppy

B y the time the elevator dumps us out into the Club Sin lounge, I’ve given up thrashing, kicking, scratching, and trying to bite any part of the guys that’s in range. It’s no use.

Carter marches through the halls with me buck naked and even takes a set of stairs two at a time with me hefted over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

Damn, he’s strong.

There’s hardly anyone around, but none of them take me seriously when I cry out, assuming my protests are part of some twisted fun and games.

What are they going to do to me?

Carter’s angry, I know.

But even worse was the betrayal written on Aiden’s face before he shut down.

When they enter a room and Knox locks the door behind us, I go limp.

Truth is, I don’t want to fight my billionaires.

Something about our earlier discussion changed me. What if I could give them what they so desperately want? In every sense?

How did they have me believing, even for just a second, that growing heavy with their child might be what I want too?

As chaos roils around me—along with some of that impulsiveness that my bosses rightly accused me of—I quit fighting long enough that the three of them working together have me laid out on a burgundy leather exam table covered in white paper. Supports extend in a cross. Carter stretches my arms out to either side while Knox and Aiden strap me to them. Leather bands lined with something as soft and fuzzy as the fuck nest from last night hug my wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms.

Carter hoists my feet into the stirrups then straps my legs in place along similar rests that peak beneath my knees.

Can’t say this is standard operating room equipment.

Before I can think better of my compliance, it’s too late.

I’m utterly caught.

Carter fastens two more straps around my middle as if I had any chance at breaking free.

Somehow being their captive doesn’t scare me like it should. In fact, my nipples pebble in the cool air and moisture seeps onto my upper thighs.

“Damnnnnn,” Knox rumbles as he takes me in, spread out and bound before them.

Beneath the bright dome lights on adjustable arms overhead, they can see every damn pore in my skin if they look close enough. Even the corners of the sterile, white room is illuminated, from the linoleum floor to the drop ceiling panels. It reminds me of plenty I’ve seen at the hospital in my time as a paramedic.

“Poppy.” Carter is dead serious. Growly too. “Tell me how to get that piece of junk out of you without fucking you up. Right now.”

I’m trying to think about what I have in my kit and if it’s necessary at all, but my mind is racing, and it’s hard to concentrate.

Carter slaps my inner thigh hard enough to get my full attention. “Focus.”

I blink up at him and moan, horrified that even like this he’s turning me on.

He snatches my medical kit from Knox and holds it up. “You have more of that anesthetic in here? Will it help?”

“Maybe.” I swallow hard. “I mean, yes. I have some. If it will help…”

I’ve read articles about IUD removal, both at home and in a doctor’s office, but can’t say I have personal experience. I’m not a freaking gynecologist!

“Well, it’s coming out. So we do it the right way or we just do it the fastest way possible so we can get back to filling you up.” Carter’s got my kit on the stainless-steel counter. He unzips it and rummages for the vial he saw me use yesterday. “You tell me which it is.”

“Don’t hurt her.” Aiden reaches for me as if he’s going to let me loose and drag me away from his friend. Carter stops him with a pointed stare.

“Numbing it is.” Carter draws on a pair of latex gloves, letting them snap his wrist as he stretches them into place. He plucks a fresh syringe, needle, and the vial from the kit.

I’m impressed he was paying such close attention to what I was doing yesterday.

He mimics my prep, only pausing to confirm the amount to draw up.

And when he has everything set, he kicks a round black stool so that it rolls between my legs at the foot of the table.

I’ll never forget the way he straddles it, bare-ass naked. My whole career ruined because I’ll be too turned on to think of anything else at work ever again.

“Aiden, hand me that.” He points with his free hand.

Shock and something hotter wash over me when I realize what he’s asking for. A speculum.

The metal gleams as Aiden unwraps it from sterile packing. “You want this lube too?”

“Don’t think we need it but might as well.” Carter tsk s as he observes the arousal flowing out of me. He breathes deep of the scent, filling his lungs with it.

“Knox, hold this.” He hands the needle to his friend.

Knox holds it like it’s a snake. “Carter, are you sure…?”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, boy. Do as you’re told,” he snaps, clearly at the end of his patience with us all.

Then he coats the speculum with a copious amount of lube before slipping the cool metal into me and spreading me wide open.

I gasp, trying to lift my head enough to see what he’s doing. It drops back to the table as the three men gather around, Aiden and Knox behind Carter, all three of them staring at my insides.

Muttering and stroking their hard cocks as they remember what it was like to be fitted there and filling me up with their releases.

“Shit, why is this so fucking hot?” Knox pumps himself a few times as he watches Carter lean in and lick beside the metal. He puts his lips over my clit just long enough to make me moan before ever so lightly drawing his teeth over it.

I was a fool to think I could sneak anything past them. Him especially.

“Aiden, will you hold my hand?” I gulp.

He does immediately. At least he’s not holding a grudge. “It wasn’t that bad when you injected my face yesterday.”

“I’m sure you’ll hardly feel it.” Knox would be easier to believe if he wasn’t pacing.

“Yeah. I tell patients it’s a little sting.” A nervous giggle escapes my chest, making my ribs strain against the straps hugging me there. “But getting stung by a bee on your cervix sounds awful.”

“Your punishment for trying to get away with this shit.” Carter smacks the inside of my thigh, making me strain against my restraints.

Then he rubs the impact away, making me sigh and my legs fall apart as much as they can in my bindings.

“It’ll be over soon, beauty.” Aiden nuzzles my cheek.

“Then you won’t feel a thing as I pull this shit out of you. Or when we’re less gentle than before knowing you’re ours and ready to take our seed for real.” Carter holds his hand out to Knox, who places the syringe in it.

Carter stares at me as he accepts it.

Though he doesn’t ask if he should do it, I nod anyway.

I won’t mention that the likelihood of conceiving right after IUD removal is pretty much nil.

Let them have their fantasy.

They’ve made mine come true.

Despite his ire, he’s careful as he guides the needle through my stretched open vagina to its goal, his hands sure and steely.

“Are you going to be able to come if you’re numb there?” Knox asks me.

“I’m not sure.” My teeth chatter a bit as I brace for the prick.

“Guess we’ll find out.” Carter isn’t stopping. “Consider it our little experiment. And a reminder that we’re not playing fucking games here.”

Aiden is there to take the edge off Carter’s consternation. “If not, we’ll make it up to you later, when it’s worn off.”

“Here we go.” Carter splays one hand on my abdomen and guides the needle in with the other.

Aiden covers my face with butterfly kisses while telling me how brave I am. His hand is warm when I squeeze it with every ounce of strength I have.

Knox mutters, “Son of a bitch.”

A sharp stab makes me jump…or would if I wasn’t restrained by the straps and five relentless hands. I hiss as a fleeting burn singes the area, and then it’s done. Over in a few seconds.

My eyes water, but Aiden is there to kiss away the dampness.

It’s so strange to feel Carter’s hand in me, his finger rubbing the spot he injected.

“Five minutes for it to kick in?” he asks.

I agree.

“Good girl. Distract her until then,” he commands Aiden and Knox. “Get her as horny as you can. It’s the only grace I’ll give you three before I rip that shit out.”

He scoots back on his stool, his legs braced wide and his cock in hand.

I’m already forgetting about anything but the fire he ignites in my soul when he strokes himself as his minions do his wicked bidding. They’re all over me. Kissing, licking, sucking, grinding, rubbing, and petting.

My eyes flutter closed as I get lost in the sensations they impart.

And when I gather, despite the small spot of numbness deep within, I have the answer to Knox’s question. An orgasm rolls through me before I can even warn my three billionaires.

While I fly, Carter pounces.

He reaches inside me, grabs the string he found, and yanks.

I’m still shuddering, displayed for their examination.

Carter holds the IUD up between two fingers. His lips twist as if it’s something vile, before he peels off his gloves and wads them up with the device. He throws everything in the trash before slamming the lid of the garbage can. “Good riddance.”