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Violet Purple slept like a baby.

Why wouldn’t she, when she was sandwiched between two hot male bodies? It was all a girl could wish for. And right now, as she slowly stirred, she intended to trail her fingertips down the solid ridges of their abs one after the other and perhaps explore further.

She smiled to herself at the thought of her naughty plan and turned to the side to begin her plan only she couldn’t. Something stopped her from moving completely and a frown marred her face even before she opened her eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?" Roman’s glinting green eyes and familiar smirk were the first thing that greeted her.

Huh? Something was off. Violet felt it even before she looked up and discovered both her hands were tied to the headboard.

"What the...?!" Violet panicked, tugging at the binds, all to no avail.

When had they tied her up? She wasn’t exactly a heavy sleeper, so how hadn’t she noticed? The thought of losing her freedom without warning made her uneasy.

"Shhh, calm down, vixen," another voice murmured beside her.

It was Alaric.

He began to kiss the sensitive skin beneath her shoulder, that spot between her neck and collarbone, and it was all it took to calm her down.

Alaric continued speaking, his lips brushing her skin. "You looked so stressed yesterday, baby. Roman and I have decided to help you unwind." He added, "But if you don’t want it, say no, and we’d stop immediately."

Violet didn’t need anyone to explain what their version of "unwind" meant.

She looked towards Roman and that lecherous look on his face was enough to make her shiver.

She looked up at her bound hands and swallowed. Whatever they intended, they weren’t going to go easy on her.

And deep down inside, she wanted it.

She said to Alaric, "No sex."

But Alaric laughed. "Little vixen, this is sex already. But I understand your point. None of us are crazy enough to take your first time, not when Asher’s put a claim to it. So don’t worry. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy."

It was a bit annoying the way Asher claimed dibs on her virginity, but at the same time, his intentionality left her hot and flustered.It kept Violet in anticipation, wondering how their first time would even go.

Violet took a deep breath and said, "Do it."

Alaric had never looked more proud. He turned to Roman, the go-to guy for all things immoral. "Go ahead. Show the Rogue Queen what happens to greedy girls like her."

"As the Queen wishes."

Roman’s cruel laughter was enough to make goosebumps erupt all over her body, her heart already pounding.

He ran a hand up her leg, leaving a hot trail of excitement in its wake. Then he parted her thighs, and Violet’s pulse began to race. This was it. Roman began to rub her through her panties, and she cried out, her back instinctively arching up.

"Shhh," Alaric murmured against her lips, silencing her with a brief kiss. He pulled back with a cruel smile. "You’re all ours. Say it."

But Violet, ever defiant, said instead, "You’re all mine."

Alaric chuckled, the sound rumbling deeply in his chest.

"Keep that fire. You’re going to need it."

Having had enough, Roman pulled at her panties, dragging it down her legs and tossing them away without a second thought. Roman didn’t move immediately, Violet could feel the intensity of his gaze as he took her in. It made her core pulse, wetness pooling between her legs

"I think this is going to be delicious," Roman admitted shamelessly.

Violet whimpered, her body already taut with anticipation. Roman lowered his head, and the moment his tongue slid between her folds, running along her hot dripping core, Violet gasped aloud, her eyes widening like saucers.

"Roman!" Violet cried out as he licked and sucked her until she was writhing in pleasure.

Violet tasted just as intoxicating as Roman had imagined, and he devoured her with hunger. Her sweet, tangy flavor was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of, and he drank from her like a man starved for a salvation only she could offer. She was an endless well he would never tire of.

Violet moaned wantonly, her body straining helplessly against the binds. Roman was driving her mad with need, and it frustrated her to no end that she couldn’t tangle her fingers in his hair or grind against him the way she craved.

She was completely at their mercy, under their control, as Alaric resumed tracing small, fluttering kisses along her skin. Bound and trembling, she had no choice but to take whatever pleasure they decided to give.

Yet Violet didn’t give up. She groaned in satisfaction, moving her hips against his mouth, demanding more. Sensing her need, Roman slipped two fingers inside her, fucking her harder while his tongue assaulted her clit relentlessly.

"Oh God!" Violet’s erotic moans echoed through the room, so loud it was a blessing the lab was so secluded. Hardly anyone ever ventured this far, and perhaps that was what gave Violet the freedom to surrender completely. To own her pleasure without shame.

As if that wasn’t enough, Alaric lifted her shirt and found her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between his fingers. His slow, deliberate torment was a sharp contrast to Roman’s relentless hunger, and Violet felt like she was being pulled apart by both sensations.

Perhaps now she understood why Nancy never abandoned her trade because it felt so damn good. Violet had always loathed sex, hated the stigma that clung to it and how deeply it had scarred her. But this was different. It was amazing. Liberating.

The moment Alaric charged his fingertips with lightning and brushed it across her nipple, Violet shattered. She screamed at the top of her voice, her back arching, toes curling, as the orgasm tore through her.

Violet broke free of her binds without realizing it, grabbed Roman’s head, and forced him down harder, grinding her hips up into the movements of his tongue.

"Fuck!" Violet heard Alaric gasp at the raw, erotic sight before him. But she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when she was lost in the throes of her climax, clinging to the high for as long as she could.

Roman didn’t stop, his fingers and tongue working her mercilessly, drawing every last tremor from her body.

Not to be outdone, Alaric kept charging her skin with electricity, the static growing so thick in the air that even their hair stood on edge.

Violet shattered again and again, her body trembling violently as Roman savored every drop of her pleasure until she was utterly spent.