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“Why do I feel like telling you that you walk a fine line between pleasure and death is exactly what you were hoping for?”

I didn’t wait for her answer.

My hand around her throat kept her right where I wanted her as I devoured her. I slid my other hand between her legs and the slick reminder of what she’d just done.

I paused when I heard a whistle from behind me. A glance over my shoulder and smirked. Jett.

“Looks like you have an audience, little bird. Let’s give him a good show,” I said.

I let her go just to reach down and grab her thighs, pulling her up. I liked the way she wrapped her legs around my waist. I shifted, positioning her pussy over the head of my now fully hardened cock.

I watched her eyes as she watched Jett. I liked when she closed them the second I pulled her down onto my length.

“Are you sore yet, baby?”

She moaned as I pulled out and slammed back into her. I pressed her back into the wall.

“Hang on,” I whispered into her ear. “And watch Jett get hard watching you come.”

It didn’t take long for her to shatter around me, her body already alive and ready. I leaned my forehead against hers as I realized I was losing my own control. The second time her pussy squeezed around my cock, I couldn’t stop myself from hastening my pace while chasing my own release.

I slammed into her one last time and my cock jumped and I spilled into her. Fuck, we were the first to claim her.

Once my breathing calmed I pulled her off me and slid her down my body.

“Jett? Wash her up and meet me downstairs. We need to talk.”

CHAPTER 17

MARGAUX

My feet touched the floor of the shower before I could even open my eyes. Ronan held me up, but when a strong familiar body came up behind me, I leaned into him.

“Jett? Wash her up and meet me downstairs. We need to talk,” Ronan said.

That got my attention.

“Wait, you prick?—”

I watched him grab a towel and flip me off as he stormed out.

“What just happened?” I asked Jett.

His hands ran through my now wet hair. God that felt good.

“It’s Ronan, who knows. Pretty girl, want another orgasm?”

My legs practically gave out as he asked.

“I’ll take that as a raincheck.”

I could feel the rumble of silent laughter in his chest.

“Let’s clean you up and get back downstairs. Something tells me boss man’s got some shit to sort out and you’re front and center.”

I let my eyes close as he slid the bar of soap over my body. His touch was the opposite of Ronan’s. Everything about himseemed more gentle than rough. I ran my hands behind me to where I could reach and didn’t miss the raised skin under one of them.

“Stab wound. Want to feel the rest of my scars?”