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“Does that hurt?” I ask, tone bitter as I look down into her wet eyes. “Does it feel as sharp as a knife in the back?”

We thrust in again and her throat swells up with the shriek.

“Did you plan it all along?” I ask through gnashed teeth as I push deeper, wanting an answer.

Frantically, she shakes her head.

“What’s that,Princess?” Lex, still jacked up on the Scratch, leans over and removes the plug from her mouth.

“No,” she gasps. “It wasn’t planned! Wicker, I wish I hadn’t–”

“Liar!” Taking both of our cocks in one hand, I slam in again, rocking her up the table. She screams and Lex crams the plug back in again, cutting it off.

Pace grinds out, “God, you’re such a terrible liar. Almost as bad as you are at getting knocked up.”

It hits me then that I’m fucking glad she’s defective and hasn’t been able to take my seed. She’s West End trash who can’t be trusted to carry the Ashby heir, let alone the Kayes’. She can’t be the creator of a life so precious. A double legacy.

A future King.

My brain turns fuzzy with anger and want. Next to me, Pace’s hand lands on my shoulder like an anchor. He growls, cock sliding next to mine when he comes suddenly, an explosive burst, so powerful I almost lose traction. Jesus, I see now what she was meaning about the firehose, because Pacepoursinto her, one surge after another. I feel it in his cock next to mine, jolting with each wave as he grunts. I still to let him work through it, engulfed in the thick, hot flow of his release, so good and warm, surrounding both of us, and I know…

I know whoever comes for me–Duke, Lord, or Baron–my brothers will always have my back.

Pace’s forehead drops next to his hand, resting on my shoulder as he heaves out a long shudder.

“You got this?” he asks, breathless.

I look down at her, glassy-eyed and emptied of fight as she takes it, head lolled to the side. “By the skin of my fucking teeth.”

He pulls out and I catch the dribble of his come with my fingers, shoving three in next to my cock before drawing out. I catch Lex’s eye. “Turn her around,” I say, because looking at her–humanizing her–that’s what led to this moment. “I should have never fucked this bitch face-to-face.”

With a yank, Lex drags her up and flips her, my fingers never leaving her hole, keeping her plugged. Once her ass is in the air and she’s flat on her stomach, I enter her again, fucking all of Pace’s cum back in deep.

My hand thrusts out, snatching her shiny red hair, and I twist, leveraging her to look sideways, up at the camera. “Look at them,” I say, bending to hiss the words into her wet cheek. “Let them see what happens when you try to get one over on PNZ. Actually, maybe we should give them a better look.” I jerk my chin at Pace and he grabs the camera off the tripod, bringing it closer. When I ease back, spreading her cheeks, he zeros in on her wrecked pussy, oozing with our cum around my cock. “What’s it like watching your little narc get fucked into oblivion?” I ask. Noticing the plug has slumped out of her mouth, I reach over to snatch it up, deciding none of her holes should be left unfilled tonight.

The sound she makes when I push it into her ass is raw and ragged, Pace making sure to get the full breadth of the shot.

As I shove it in, I growl, “Bet Maddox wishes he’d climbed that fence a little faster.”

“Fucking right,” Pace breathes, moving the camera to where her fingers are white-knuckling the edge of the table. “Ride her hard, Wick.”

Being inside her makes my skin crawl. I’m used to this disgusted,usedthing squirming beneath my skin. It’s the same thing I feel whenever Father sends me off to please someone rich and well-connected and revolting. It’s the feeling of being the means to someone’s ends.

Verity Sinclaire used me.

And if I didn’t have a point to make and pain to inflict, I’d do my duty, cream into her, and walk away without looking back.

“Youdid this to her,” I grind out to the camera, balls tightening. “You and your viper whore. So when you get angry, when you want to retaliate, remember who really deserves your wrath.”

I slam into her one last time, cum shooting out before I’ve reached the hilt. The action is so hard, so forceful, that it lurches her back to life.

“I’m sorry!” Verity cries. “Stop!”

“I’ll stop,” I tell her, cock twitching, adding the last of my cum to the deposit, “but you’re not finished. Not even close.”

She doesn’t know it yet, but the cleansing has only just begun.

Five minutes later,she looks as stiff as a mannequin, pale but pink-cheeked, eyes swollen from crying. As the three of us take our places beside her throne, her chest jerks with these little breathless, involuntary gasps.