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Her breathing is shallow, her fingers gripping her napkin so tightly her knuckles are white.

She looks wrecked.

And absolutely stunning.

I lean in, my voice a whisper. “You doing okay, baby?”

She swallows, her lashes lowering. “I—” Her voice is barely a breath. “I can’t…”

I press a kiss to her temple. “You can.”

Caleb smirks. “We’ll make it worth it.”

She whimpers.

We push her further, teasing, tormenting, keeping her just on the edge but never letting her fall.

When the final course is set in front of us, I brush my fingers over her thigh.

“You just wait,” I whisper. “And after dinner, you can have as many orgasms as you want on our dicks.”

Her breath shudders.

Caleb chuckles. “Deal?”

She nods frantically, her entire body wound tight, every nerve stretched to its limit.

Caleb smirks. “Good little bunny.”

She doesn’t know it yet—

But she’s in for a long night.

Chapter 35

Sienna is wrecked.

Her green eyes are heavy-lidded, her parted lips slick and swollen, her chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. A faint sheen of sweat coats her skin, catching the dim glow of passing streetlights as we drive through the city.

She’s been good. So good. Holding on all through dinner, taking everything we give her without a single complaint. But I can see the strain, the aching need winding tight in her muscles, the way her fingers twitch slightly against her thigh.

She needs relief.

I glance over at Eli, his hands steady on the wheel, jaw clenched tight. He’s feeling it too.

“Give me your phone,” I murmur.

Eli doesn’t ask why. He just hands it over, his gaze flicking to me in the rearview mirror.

I unlock the app, my thumb hovering over the screen as I shift my attention to the trembling girl in the seat beside me.

“Lift your legs,” I instruct. “Spread them. Hold them apart.”

Her breath catches, but she obeys, shifting in her seat, baring herself completely. The white lace of her panties is already soaked through, a pretty little mess we made.

Eli’s grip on the wheel tightens as he catches the sight in the mirror. His nostrils flare, his breathing a little heavier now.

“Good girl,” I murmur, staring at her pretty pussy.