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There was a bite in his voice but no jealousy. Just heat. Interest. Something dangerous that made my stomach flip. His eyes were dark, sharp with restraint, but his expression was all hunger. That calculated kind that didn’t just want to take—it wanted toown. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, tension running through every line of him like a thread pulled tight. He looked like he’d been trying to talk himself out of crossing that threshold ever since he opened the damn door.

“You gonna keep watching, or…?” Craig said, smirking now like he already knew the answer. Az’s gaze dragged up my body again, and I felt it like a touch. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a quiet click. The sound made the air in the room shift, heavier with expectation.

“Like hell I’m just gonna watch when she looks likethat.”

My breath caught.

Az stepped forward, slow but deliberate, his eyes locked on mine as if daring me to look away. His shirt was already unbuttoned—when had that happened?—his chest bare, inked, all sharp muscle and intent. The way he looked at me wasn’t soft, wasn’t sweet. It was hunger. It was possession.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, staring down at me like he wanted to devour every inch. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip as his fingers went to his belt—not with care, but with frustration like the leather was in his way. The metal buckle clinked, rough and fast, and then he shoved his pants down in one impatient motion, not bothering with finesse.

He looked like he was stalking me, every movement calculated but coiled tight with restraint, as if the act of undressing was just a necessary delay before he pounced. I could see the tension in his jaw and how his hands twitched like he wanted to tear away the rest of the space between us. His gaze never left mine, and I felt it like a physical touch, dragging down my skin with every breathless second. He was already hard, cockflushed and heavy as it sprang free. When he stroked himself once, slowly, and it was almost enough to make me come on the spot.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, not even to me directly—more like to himself, like he was confirming something he’d known all along. He moved to the bed with slow, deliberate steps, one hand trailing over the back of my thigh, up the curve of my ass. I shivered beneath his touch. He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t ask. He just leaned in behind me, palm dragging down my spine until my body arched, offering more without even thinking.

“She’s perfect like this,” Craig said, voice rough, proud. His hands stayed locked on my hips, holding me in place as I rolled against him. “You want her?”

Az’s chuckle was low and wicked as he leaned closer, mouth at my ear. “What do you think?”

Craig grinned and reached behind the nightstand, pulling out a neatly coiled length of soft rope. He held it up without ceremony.

“Knew you had some,” Az said with a smirk.

Craig handed it over. “She loves it. Don’t you, Bunny?”

I nodded, already breathless. Az wasted no time. His fingers were sure and fast, binding my wrists behind my back with practiced ease. The tie was simple, tight, and secure but never painful. His grip was commanding even in something as simple as tying rope. My shoulders pulled back, chest arching forward, fully exposed between them now, entirely at their mercy.

“Color?” Az asked, low and close.

“Green,” I whispered. No hesitation.

“So good when you surrender,” he murmured, his hand curved around the back of my neck as he pressed his body to mine, hips aligning behind me.

I trembled, already dizzy from Craig still beneath me, his cock still buried inside me, hard and aching with restraint.

“She’s been making the prettiest sounds,” Craig said, sliding his hands up my thighs again.

“I heard,” Az said.

Craig’s hands moved up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. “You’re gonna take both of us, Bunny,” he said, voice thick. “You’re gonna be such a good girl for us, yeah?”

“Yes,” I breathed, and then I felt him. His hand between my cheeks, slick fingers spreading lube I hadn’t seen him grab, but somehow, he always came prepared. He worked it in with expert care. Slow, steady, coaxing me open with one finger, then two, never rushing. My body rocked between them, overwhelmed and trembling.

Az lined up behind me and pushed forward, slow but deliberate. The stretch stole the air from my lungs, delicious and sharp. My bound hands clenched in the rope as my body adjusted, filled entirely from both sides now.

“Fuck,” I cried, already overwhelmed by the feeling of both of them inside me.

Craig kissed me, slow and messy, his hands guiding me to move again. Az growled behind me, holding my hips tight as he began to thrust deep and steady, driving me down harder onto Craig with every movement.

They took control of me like they’d done it a thousand times before. My body wasn’t mine anymore—it was theirs. Used, shared, worshiped in the dirtiest, most intoxicating way.

Az leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “You look so fucking good like this, Love. Tied up. Full.Obedient.”

Craig’s hands gripped my waist as he looked up at me through hooded eyes. “Come for us, Bunny.”

Then theyslammedme into it.

Az’s hands locked down on my hips, pulling me back against him as he drove forward, deep and unrelenting, every thrust perfectly timed with the snap of Craig’s hips beneath me. Their rhythm was merciless, with Az controlling the pace and Craig grinding up to meet it. I was just caught in between, wrecked and helpless to do anything but feel.