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“Yes.”

“Good. Watch our little toy as I fill your ass with cum.”

I throw my head back in ecstasy and come inside him with a roar, my dick pulsing. Miles drains my balls, his body jerking in the need to come. I love watching him fight the pleasure. Watching him submit to me and what I want. When the pulses stop, I reach around and jerk Miles roughly. He’s ready almost instantly. I warn him to watch her as he comes. He sprays cum onto the floor with a grunt.

Our girl watches the whole thing, breathing heavily. I see her hips twitch.

I yank out of Miles and walk over to her. My dick is still half hard. She watches me with eyes full of fear and lust. I lean over her, cleaning my dick off on Miles’ shirt. I make sure to bump her nipples, and she sucks in a breath.

Once I’m clean and her shirt is filthy, I stretch. “I’m going to shower. Unlock her, Miles. Let her play the game. No cheating this time.”

I stalk out of the room.

He spent all night withmymark. God, why is that small fact getting under my skin?

Chapter 18

Cali

Inever thought I’d get turned on by two men fucking, but…damn. The look in Miles’ eyes as Sawyer pounded into him with lethal power… made my pussy drip.

Ben always insisted on being in charge when fucking, but it never felt like it came from inside him. He’d slap me a few times and cuss and usually finish before I could. Then he’d roll over and play on his phone.

Sawyer leaves, and Miles uncuffs me and also steps out of the room.

I still have his shirt on. I debate for a minute, then pull it off. Sawyer was still half hard, and I know he’d happily come after me. My pussy sings at the idea.

What the hell? Am I actually craving that man’s dick? I laugh bitterly to myself. Seems like I have a thing for assholes. Ben really did a number on me.

The room is quiet. I wait about ten minutes. Where did Miles go?

I open the door slowly. It’s quiet in the hall. I hear the faint sound of a shower down the hall to the right.

Oh my god. Are they busy?

I sneak out of the room, shivering. I swear, they turned the heat down on purpose. My bare feet make tiny sticking sounds to the wood floor, but other than that and the shower, the house is silent.

I go for the kitchen first. It’s bright and cheery with the morning sun. I look frantically for a knife block. There is none. Fuck. I quickly open the slide drawers, looking for knives or weapons. I find nothing until the last drawer. It’s a rolled-up piece of fabric with a sticky note on it.

I snatch it up.

We don’t play with knives until Ryder gets home.

This motherfucker.

The fabric is a thin crop top. I throw it on.

I dart to the front door that I came in. There’s a note on it too.

Don’t leave yet, baby. We’re just getting started.

I try the door. It’s locked. I check up at the top. There’s a padlock along the top rim.

“Fuck,” I hiss into the silence. With a jolt, I realize I can no longer hear the sound of the shower. My heart hammers. How long has it been turned off?

I whirl to go down the hall I haven’t investigated yet. Maybe there’s a door back here? I dart into a side room – an office. There’s a fancy desk, papers, a computer, and a large window. Fuck! There’s no door here. I dart to the window to see if it will open. Before I can touch it, my hair is yanked back roughly, and I fly off my feet.

I scream, falling heavily to the ground. My hair is yanked right before my head hits the ground, keeping my skull from hitting the floor. Sharp, fiery pain explodes in my head.