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I popped off Ciel’s cock, licking my lips, only to be met with Ryu’s kiss. Behind me, Cas jerked his hips forward. The ropes rubbed against my skin, not friction or uncomfortably, but like little caresses every time my body moved. It was enough to drive me right up to the edge again.

Cas’s palm smacked against my ass, drawing a scream from me and forcing that wave to crest. The orgasm left me completely boneless and lightheaded. Cas followed me instantly, leaning over my back and digging his hands into my hips while he came.

“Princess, I love you so much,” he whispered against my neck, pressing kisses there. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

My eyes lidded in perfect pleasure. “Love you.”

Beside me, Wynn and Ciel moaned together. At some point, they’d changed positions so Ciel had his back on the bed and Wynn was on top. I stared, totally engrossed, as Wynn stroked Ciel’s cock until they both came again.

“Come here,” Ryu said as he helped me straddle him. He sank me down onto his cock in a firm thrust, barely giving me any time at all to recover. “Obi.”

A warm palm slid around my waist while I rolled my hips on top of Ryu. I could already feel the friction against my clit, and I was greedy for another orgasm. Obi tilted my head back to snag my lips, and my whole body ached to feel him. To have them both at once.

“Fuck me, Obi,” I whimpered against him. “Take control.”

He smiled against my lips. “Lean forward.”

I did as he asked. He picked up the bottle of lube from where Wynn had dropped it and poured some into his hand. Ryu drew my attention back to him, driving up into me and tweaking my nipples, while Obi took his sweet time slowly stretching my ass with one finger, then two, and then three. Every movement of his fingers, every pulse of Ryuji’s cock, ratcheted me higher and higher until I was practically keening,demandingthat they give me what I needed. The ropes still kept me bound, but my entire body floated.

Obi let out a strained groan of pleasure when the head of his cock finally pushed against my ass. I gasped into Ryu’s mouth.

“Relax,hanii.You can take him.”

“Every inch,ifunanya’m. Take every inch. Give yourself to me.”

I closed my eyes, letting my muscles relax, letting them take control. Slowly, inch by inch, Obi filled me to the brim. There was no separation left.

“You are so magnificent,” Obi murmured as he thrust into me over and over. “You are ours. Our goddess. Our queen.”

I couldn’t respond except to whimper, pinned between the two of them. Within moments, they found their rhythm. There was nothing left in my head except chasing the next orgasm, letting them pull it from me. It built like a tidal wave, and when it exploded through my body, it was enough to break me apart and stitch me back together. Stars spotted in my vision. Ryu came inme first, followed by Obi, and then I collapsed on Ryu’s chest. Spent. Drained. Loved. Remade.

I had no idea how long I lay there, nor did I care.

Everything was perfect.

Ryu untied the rope. Obi drew a bath and soaked me clean before carefully rubbing lotion over the pink marks left behind from the ties. Wynn and Ciel showered off while Cas changed the sheets. I was totally content when they crowded back around me on the bed a while later, joking and laughing with one another.

“Let’s take a night off,” Cas said while dragging his fingers down the bare skin of my arm. I had my eyes closed while I leaned against his chest. “Dinner, then movie night.”

I smiled. “That sounds like heaven.”

68

MAX

The Head of the Camorra, Piero Greco, stared down at my dining room table and the face carved into its wood, courtesy of Ryuji Akiyama.

He wore a custom made suit that fit his frame perfectly, which was no surprise at all—since he had every single Italian designer in his pocket. His attire hinted at his massive wealth. As one of the richest men on earth, Greco never hid it nor flaunted it. He simplywas,and he carried himself as if everyone around him should know it and respect it without him speaking a word. Power dripped from every part of his body, from the rings on his fingers to his perfectly styled gray hair.

He was the kind of man Luciano wished he could be.

The Camorra had arrived about thirty minutes ago, only a day after we’d hit The Obsidian. They’d shown up at my house to demand the prisoner. Greco, a few of his capos, and over a dozen made men pushed their way inside and began making themselves at home. I’d been informed they’d elected to stay here rather than at a hotel in the city. Apparently, Greco had decided that taking over my home—protected bymymen—was a better display of power than any of the wealthy hotels.

I hadn’t yet told them I only had Arion Vokshi’s lifeless body.

Despite what I had told Leona, I had no idea what I was going to do to handle this. If he were alive,maybethey would have left—even that was a longshot. But I’d disobeyed them. They’d come all the way here for nothing, and now I was about to face the consequences.

“Maximiliano,” Greco said, clicking his tongue against his teeth as his fingers trailed over the damaged wood. “What a sorry state this table is in.”