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“I can take it. I want your cock, Kato,” I say on a moan when Maddox begins to slowly pump into me while Brix remains still. Why isn’t he fucking me, too?

“Fuck,” Kato grunts and the mattress shifts under me again.

We’re on a king-sized bed, but it feels so small and crowded with two large bodies against mine, with Brix balancing above me, the base of his pierced shaft pressing against my puckered hole as he waits for Kato to take his position.

“I need to be under her. I won’t be able to wedge between you two,” Kato says.

Instead of pulling from me, Brix and Madd help maneuver me enough for Kato to slide below me, since I still have zero use of my hands or arms. Once he’s in position with my head resting against his chest, he slots his cock against my opening.

I feel the blunt, flared head of Kato’s dick, feel as he begins to attempt to push forward.

And…shit. I don’t know if I can take it. So much pressure. So much that it’s this side of pain.

Pain and pleasure have always been separated by such a thin line for me, but this…might be too much.

“You can take it,” Brix whispers, his fingers combing through my hair and snagging on the blindfold.

I blink a few times when he pulls the blindfold down, my head resting on Kato’s warm chest and facing the table with the lamp.

He leans forward until I can see him. “You can take it, can’t you? You can take your husbands’ cocks.”

This was supposed to be a punishment. I assume that means he might not stop if I say I can’t.

Nah. Maddox wouldn’t let him push me past my limits. He would never let anyone hurt me, and I don’t believe for a secondBrixton would do anything he truly thought would cause me true pain, not the good kind.

“I can take it,” I say, looking him in the eye as he hovers close to my face.

His smile is warm but sexy, full of darkness yet full of a promise of nothing short of nirvana.

“Give our wife what she wants,” Brix says, still staring into my face.

Madd grunts as Kato pushes forward further, stretching me more than I knew was possible.

For a moment, all three of them stay still, letting my body acclimate to the stretch.

But when Maddox can’t hold out anymore and begins to thrust into me, it sets off a chain reaction until all three of them are fucking me, sending me reeling into another release so intense I feel as though I’ll pass out.

Honestly, I could die right here, right now, and die a happy woman.

Chapter 32

Everest

Too bright. The room is too damn bright. Even the sound of someone using the shower in my ensuite bathroom feels as though a sledgehammer is being taken to my brain.

And I’m sore. Not just between my legs, but everywhere. I might have been fucked to within an inch of my life, but they’d been the ones doing all the work.

Yet it feels as though I’d done a damn triathlon last night. My arms are a little raw and developing some light bruising from the belt Brix had restrained me with, adding to the discomfort.

Not only am I sore but hungover. I might have drunk a little too much last night.

Never again. I will never drink again.

I nearly huff a laugh at the thought. I’m pretty sure I’ve said that dozens of times since the first time I got drunk after Kato snuck some of his dad’s liquor and the five of us – including Flora – snuck into the backyard and passed the bottle aroundwhile the adults lingered and rubbed elbows and talked about shit that bored us to death.

The same kind of shit my fiancé now deals with on a regular basis.

This is not how the wife of a Don behaves. Or at least it’s not howIshould behave.