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I turn my attention to Angel and undo his trousers. “Need some help with that, love?”

“Fuck, yes.”

His dick is hot and heavy in my hand, and I give him a few tugs before I turn him around to watch the scene unfolding in front of us.

“Kneel,” I whisper in his ear, loving that he instantly complies. I follow him to the ground and then settle him on my lap, my knees pushing his legs open as much as his trousers will allow.

Niki has his head buried between Echo’s legs, and she’s moaning and writhing on the ground.

I bite Angel’s ear, and he rolls his head backwards, exposing his throat. My hand settles under his chin, and I feel his pulse quicken as I lick and nip along his jaw.

“I want you to watch them, but you’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to.”

He whimpers but does as he’s told, fixing his gaze on Niki and Echo as I leisurely stroke his dick. This is going to be torture for him, and I can’t wait to watch him finally explode.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Echo

Niki’s tongue is buried deep in my pussy and his fingers are in my ass. I’m a writhing hot mess, and I can’t think. Can’t focus on anything apart from the pleasure that Niki is wringing from my body like it was made for him.

He pulls back and looks at my pussy like it’s the most precious thing in the world. My heart clenches, falling for this man just a little bit more.

In the back of my mind, I know being here with them is stupid, that it would start a war if my dad found out what they’d done, but my brain wasn’t on board. It was clouded with the fog of desire, and all thoughts of sensible decisions had flown right out of the fucking window.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now, precious rabbit.”

He spits into his hand and rubs it over his long, thick cock. How that’s going to fit up my ass, I’ve no idea, but I’m not stopping him.

I glance to my right and see Maxim pumping Angel’s dick so slowly it must be agonising. Angel looks like he’s about to scream, and Maxim seems to be smiling like the Devil has possessed him.

Niki taps my face. “Eyes on me.”

He pushes the head of his dick into my ass.

“Fuck,” I moan. He feels so big, and fuck me, the burn is unreal even with the prep.

Niki grabs my hands and pins them by my head. He mouths the word ‘breathe’ so I take a deep inhale. As I breathe out, he slams into me in one harsh thrust. My back arches off the ground, and a silent scream holds me captive for a moment.

He stays still, letting me adjust, and when I take another deep breath, I nod. After giving me a fucking feral grin, he kneels back up and grabs my hips for purchase.

“Brace yourself, little rabbit. I’m going to make you scream.”

A strangled moan leaves my throat as he starts to move. His thrusts are deep and rough. There’s no tenderness, nothing gentle, but I find that I don’t care. I want it to hurt. I want to wake up tomorrow and feel used. I want to remember everything about this when I leave, because I know I’ll need to.

Volkovs and Quinns don’t mix.

Niki pulls the knife out of his side pocket and hands it to me.

“Wh-what..?”

He rips his shirt open and pats his left pec. “Mark me.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

I sink the tip of the blade into his skin and carve four deep little lines to make a little ‘E’ as a memento. I look at my initial branded into his skin, and something snaps into place.

Mine.