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DUMBASS #2: I’m coming over there

ME: If you don’t want to lose your woman, I would

DUMBASS #2: Delete the videos you have of my girlfriend

ME: That’s not how this works, fucker

ME: Incoming

DUMBASS #2: What the actual fuck?

I’m guessing he received videos of Stella and Serena from earlier today. Not an ounce of that house is without cameras watching my girl. I’m fucking floored that this dumbass bodyguard thinks he’s going to take both women.

Serena is mine.

Chapter Thirty

SERENA

Sandwiched between two hot bodies, I stretched like I just took the best nap. Max is typing away on his phone with his arm wrapped around me. I’m resting my head on his hard chest, with Stella’s hand resting on my hip. I feel her hardening nipples against my back, but the deep breathing tells me she’s asleep.

I’m thankful I installed a double king-sized bed in my playroom for this exact purpose. At the time, I wouldn’t have thought I would be the one sandwiched in the middle, but I love it.

“Hey, baby,” Max murmurs against my forehead.

“Hey, yourself,” I whisper back. I purr when I feel his lips caress my head. “How do you feel?”

Usually, I’m the one holding my sub after giving them the orgasm of their life. I should hate how good it feels to be held like this. Being wrapped up in Max’s arms gives me a sense of security…. Which is something I don’t think I have ever had. My ex wasn’t the best comforter, and my father only cared about two things- money and power.

Having a daughter threw a kink in his chain. His men often would comment on how hard it was for made men to have daughters, as others would interpret fatherhood as weakness. Ihave been to several battles he’s been in, and he decimated the rivals with his brutality.

Max burrows me closer to him. “Well, now that you admitted you’re mine, I’m doing well.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t get too hung up on that, sparky.”

He chuckles. “Nah, sweetness, I heard it with my two ears. You said you are mine. I’m holding you to it.”

“So, what does that mean? Are you going to give me your letterman’s jacket? Maybe give me a promise ring?” I sass.

He pinches me on the boob. “Just because Stella is asleep, doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over this bed and swat your heart-shaped ass with a flogger.”

“I would wake up for that,” Stella mumbles. “In fact, I would love to see it.” Her voice is still husky as she clings to sleep.

“Is it just pick on Serena today?”

Both of them laugh at me, and I can’t help it, but I laugh, too. It feels good to let go. It feels good to give the weight over to someone else.

“Mistress,” her voice is quiet against me. “Don’t get mad at me.”

“What did you do?” My body tightens with anticipation of punishing the little brat.

“I love your laugh. I wish you did it more.”

Max clicks on a couple of screens on his phone, but the way his breath catches, I know he heard her.

“Thank you, lover.”

“Oh shit,” Stella blurts out, jumping out of bed.