Page 108 of House Rules

She’s met every challenge so far, and when she bests my brothers, I’m going to test her limits myself.

“Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on,” Storm pants.

“Then let go,” I demand, ready to take his place.

“Not until she does.”

Atticus yanks her hair back, arching her spine and lifting her breasts into Storm’s reach. He latches onto one taut nipple. Maverick reaches around withone hand to stroke her clit, sweat dripping from his brow.

“Come,” Atticus orders.

Like the good girl she is, Phoenix obeys.

Her hips stutter and shake, her moans muffled around Atticus’s cock.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” Maverick growls as his neck veins stand out and he spills into her ass.

“Fucking pull out,” I bark at Storm just in time. He steps back and comes across her perfect breasts, marking her.

Atticus lets her take every drop before pulling free.

Maverick slides her off his lap and she ends up on all fours, ruined and beautiful, staring at me like she’s starving.

She has no idea what she’s asking for—but she’s about to find out.

The others fall into chairs, spent, as I rise and move toward her.

“Ready for more, princess? I’m not going to be as easy on you as they were,” I say.

Maverick scoffs behind me.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip again, and I want to bite it myself, but this isn’t about reward. This is punishment.

I kick broken glass and debris out of the way and guide her until her feet are flat on the floor. The jeweled plug that had been in her ass sits on the table.

“Turn around, princess.”

I push her shoulders down until she’s bent at ninety degrees, her breasts pressed to the hardwood. I kick her ankles apart, taking in the sight of her used pussy and ass.

She’s going to need a hell of a lot of aftercare—but not yet.

I grab the plug and press it back into her ass, watching it disappear until the jeweled base winks up at me.

Leaning over, I sweep her hair aside so her cheek rests on the tabletop.

“When you were spying on me in that closet—watching me fuck that girl—did you wish it wasyou? Did you want me using you for my pleasure, not giving a damn if you got off?”

“Yes,” she gasps, eyes sliding closed as if savoring the memory.

“That girl couldn’t handle my cock. Can you?”

“Yes… please.”

“Beg.”

“Please,” she whines.

“Please what?”