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He hisses through his teeth, head tipping back.

Behind me, Matteo groans—his hands bruising at my hips, dragging me back into each thrust with a punishing rhythm.

I moan around Bodhi’s cock, and the vibration makes him swear, his piercings glide over my tongue as I take him in. Smooth. Heavy. Fuckingfilthy.

“Fuck, shelikesit,” Matteo pants behind me.

“She wants to come like this, don’t you, little storm,” Bodhi growls, hand threading into my hair.

He rocks hard into my mouth just as Matteo thrusts deeper from behind, and the stretch—front and back—makes my arms tremble beneath me.

I don’t stop.

Ican’tstop.

Not when they’re using my body like a battlefield. Not when Iaskedfor this with every punch, every insult, every twist of resistance I threw in their faces.

Matteo leans forward, one hand wrapping tight around my throat from behind, his chest flush with my back as he fucks me harder.

Bodhi groans, head tilting down as he looks into my eyes.

“Good fucking girl,” he snarls.

I growl around his cock in answer.

I’m not giving in.

I’m givingeverything.

Every thrust from Matteo slams me forward into Bodhi’s cock, and every time I try to pull back, Matteo yanks me right back down his length like I’m a toy built to be used between them.

“Still think you were winning?” Matteo growls into my ear, his voice savage. He pulls me up enough to arch my spine and make the next thrust hit evendeeper. “Still think this isyourfight?”

Bodhi's hand tightens in my hair too, guiding my mouth up and down his cock, pushing deep into my throat, making me gag.

“She won’t say it,” Bodhi pants. “Even now. She’s too fucking proud.”

“She’ll say it,” Matteo growls, grinding in deep and holding there, his cock pulsing inside me. “She knows who won.”

I moan around Bodhi’s length, my body burning, every nerve ending stretched to its breaking point. Sweat slicks my skin. My thighs tremble. My hands dig into the mat so hard my nails hurt.

“Say it,” Matteo snarls, snapping his hips forward.

I choke on a breath, on Bodhi, on theneedcrawling through my veins like poison.

“Say we won the wager.”

I shake my head, lips parting around Bodhi’s cock as I gasp for air, broken but defiant.

“Say you’re ours,” Bodhi says, voice razor-sharp. “Say you lost.”

Another thrust. Another slam of bodies. Another pull of hair.

And then Matteo’s other hand slips between my legs, rubbing ruthless circles over my clit as he drives into me from behind.

I jerk violently, the pleasure too much, too sharp, my body a livewire about to explode.

“You want to come?” he demands. “Say it.”