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When I reach for him, he grips my wrists in both hands and slams them back to the bed. “I warned you, my beautiful little whore. Now, you can either leave your hands right here, I can have one of your other two husbands hold them in place, or I can hog tie you so I’ll still have access to all three of your holes.”

Welp. That did it. I’m pretty sure my body is officially a nanosecond from bursting into flames, and my core is drenched.

It’s never taken much for any of these three to get me primed, to get me all hot and bothered.

But his filthy words, spoken in that deep, rumbly voice…

Damn. Throw in the fact that I know exactly what’s waiting for me under his pants, and I have a feeling all three of my holes will be filled by all three men tonight, I’m damn near panting with need.

“I—” I swallow when my throat suddenly feels dry and swollen. “I’ll hold them here.”

He lowers until our noses are almost touching. “You get no more warnings. If they move, I’ll make sure you can’t move again for the rest of the night. Maybe tomorrow, too.”

A shudder rolls down my spine at the thought of being restrained to the bed and at the mercy of my husbands for them to use me however and whenever they please.

So…yeah. I might be slightly tempted to test Brix, to see if he’ll hold to his threat.

I’d much rather see what he has in store for me tonight, and I definitely need to get off.

Even now, I’m busy rubbing my thighs together for some form of friction and pressure as need ratchets higher and higher.

“I need…” Fuck. What do I need? “I need someone to touch me,” I practically beg.

Brixton presses his lips to mine, his tongue pushing past the seam to lick into my mouth, his kiss as dominant and unforgiving as his words had been.

When he pulls back, I’m panting and even hornier. “We’ll touch you, E, but you won’t come until I let you.”

That little declaration tears a frustrated whimper from my chest. Hands clamp around my ankles, holding my legs still, and now I can no longer try to ease some of the pressure between my thighs.

These three are taking full dominion over my body, and there isn’t even the tiniest part of my brain that wants them to stop.

Oh, I know they would. I know if I told them I wasn’t in the mood or simply didn’t want to, this whole thing would stop.

I’d rather remove a fucking toe than miss whatever it is Brixton, Maddox, and Kato will do to me over the next few hours.

Please let it be at least a few more hours.

Wait. Maybe I don’t want that. Not if he’s going to deny me any form of release for that long. I need to come. I need to get off.

Brix’s weight isn’t truly holding me down, but it would take quite a bit of bucking and wiggling to make him so much as budge.

I’m not trying to kid myself, though. I’m pretty sure even if I truly fought, he would win. Dude is a beast, so tall, so heavy and thick with muscles.

There’s this little voice in the back of my head begging me to fight. Not because I’m scared, but because I’m dying to see whether Brix will follow through with either tying me to the bed or having Madd and Kato hold me down while he teases, touches and fucks me.

That little voice fades to nothing as he pops the button on his slacks, pulls the zipper down, and releases his glorious cock.

The studs and bars catch the light, shimmering like diamonds or stars. What does it say about me that I’m already salivating over the thought of having his beast of a dick between my lips? I mean, I want it in my cunt too, but the glistening precum at the slit is begging to be tasted.

“You want that, don’t you?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine as he grips his shaft and gives it a slow pull, his fist wrapped tightly around it.

The motion causes the precum to drip onto my chest. I’m fighting the urge to reach down, dip my finger in it and bring it to my tongue.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Say it. Be a good little whore and tell me what you want,” he says.

Fuck. His voice is so deep and gravelly, his brown eyes nearly black as his pupils dilate with need.