Nathaniel hums against me, and the vibration tears another sound from my throat.
“Eight,” Mark groans, eyes wet now, chest heaving. He reaches fifteen with his first real sob. Twenty-three before I come.
By the time Nathaniel stands, cock fisted in his hand, a dirty sheen glistening on his lips, it’s thirty-one. We don’t even make him count by then. Cruelty and selfishness have done their job, and the man I once thought made of steel is already breaking.
His face is ruined, slick with sweat, lips trembling around words he doesn’t dare say.
Nathaniel wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, and his eyes stay locked on me like he’s a dark god come down to earth to grant my deepest wish. He doesn’t even glance at Mark. Because this was never about him.
“This was nothing yet,” he murmurs. “Come. Wrap around me, baby.”
Cassian hands me over, careful not to let my wrists take the weight. Talon loosens the chains, and I wrap my legs and arms around Nathaniel, just as I’m told.
Aftershocks still spark low in my pussy when Cassian unzips his pants and lets them fall. The sound of fabric hitting the floor, layered with Mark’s ragged cries, might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
My pussy clenches hard.
Cassian steps in close, his scarred chest brushing my bound arms as he drags his cock free. The sound Mark makes is an aria. His face goes crimson, veins standing out at his temples. Seeing his ex-wife reduced to a possession was one thing. Watching her enjoy being fucked by two dangerous-looking men, by her own choice, cuts deeper.
“Feeling like dying already,sweetheart?” I ask, using Duvall’s nickname for me on purpose, wanting him to choke on it.
“F-fuck,” Mark rasps.
“I guess that’s a yes, Little Grim,” Talon murmurs. “Too bad we’re not done yet.”
“We’re far from done,” Cassian grumbles. His palm covers my bare ass, his hand hot against my skin, and I revel in that warmth.
Mark’s never been like this. He’s never cared for my pleasure, never thought to. This is the first time he’s seeing meenjoy sex.
I think about everything I know about him. He’s never been the type to accept he might be worse at something. Not bad—he didn’t mind being bad at things he saw no use for: cooking,listening, being decent. But worse than someone else? Especially someone he could measure himself against? Let alone three of them?
That, he could never stand.
Cassian drags his cock against my soaked folds while Nathaniel holds me up like a trophy. I moan sharp and shameless. My head tips back and I gasp Nathaniel’s name into his shoulder as Cassian slides into me.
“Oh, yeah,” Cassian groans behind me, sinking deep until there’s nowhere left to go before sliding back out. “Dripping wet. One thrust and I’ve got your juices all over my balls, Skye.”
He pushes in again, then pulls out completely.
I moan at the emptiness.
Nathaniel kisses me softly. “Shh, baby,” he purrs. “Cassian will take your ass now, okay? He just needed you to lube him.”
He’s using his soft voice—the good one, the polite one. The Nathaniel reserved only for schemes and bad, bad things disguised as propriety. It’s so hot.
“Mhm,” I moan.
As he kisses me again, Cassian’s cock presses against my other entrance. It hurts at first, stretching me impossibly full, but after a moment’s pause, pleasure finds me on its own. Nathaniel murmurs in my ear, guiding me to unclench, and before long I feel like I’m made of liquid.
“There you go,” he praises. “Such a good girl.”
I glance sideways. Mark’s eyes are huge, bloodshot, and wet. He looks like a completely different man from the one I’ve known. And for some reason, that’s incentive enough for me to taunt him further.
“See this?” I breathe, voice trembling. “I’mtheirgirl. Not yours.”
Talon chuckles. Nathaniel stills, as if struck. And Cassian… Oh, Cassian’s cock swells inside me, stretching me even more.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Tell him, Skye. Say it all.”
