Ryder’s hand speeds up, spreading my release between us as lubricant. His jaw tightens, eyes locked with mine as his orgasm approaches.
“Fuck, Liam,” he grunts, then he’s coming too, adding his release to the mess between us. Our cum mingles together, dripping down our shafts and over our fingers.
Dominic’s thrusts grow more erratic as he watches us. He grabs Cora’s chin roughly, forcing her to look at him.
“Look at me,” he demands, voice guttural. “Look at me while I breed this tight little pussy. I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock.”
Cora shakes her head weakly. “I can’t,” she whimpers. “I can’t again—it’s too much.”
“You can and you will,” Dominic growls. “Be a good girl and give it to Daddy. One more. Now.”
My cock barely softens as I watch the power exchange between them. The way Dominic commands her, the way she struggles against the overwhelming sensations.
Cora’s entire body suddenly tenses, her back arching off the bed as she screams. Clear fluid gushes from around Dominic’s cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.
“That’s it,” Dominic snarls, his hips slamming forward one final time as he empties himself inside her. “Take every fucking drop.”
I watch Dominic shudder through the last pulses of his orgasm, his face transformed with pleasure. For a moment, he looks almost vulnerable—a stark contrast to his usual controlled demeanor. Then awareness seems to return all at once. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes he’s exposed himself.
"Shit," he mutters, reaching for his mask, which he threw beside Cora's head. He secures it back in place with quick, efficient movements, but it's too late. We've all seen his face now—completely unguarded, transformed by pleasure in a way his usual controlled expression never allows. The vulnerability of it, seeing Dominic Vega stripped of his carefully maintained composure, feels oddly intimate.
He pulls out of Cora slowly, his cock still impressively hard despite his recent release. A rivulet of his cum trails from her entrance, sliding down the curve of her ass onto the dark sheets. The sight is obscenely erotic.
“Goddamn,” Ryder murmurs beside me, his fingers wrapping around his cock again. He’s as hard as I am, neither of us showing any signs of satisfaction despite our recent release.
Cora lies spread-eagled on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes have that glazed, distant quality that comes from being thoroughly fucked. Sweat glistens on her skin, and her hair is a wild tangle around her face. Her lips are swollen from Dominic’s kisses, and marks from his fingers are beginning to appear on her hips.
She looks utterly debauched—exhausted both physically and mentally—yet there’s something in the way she tracks our movements that suggests she’s not entirely spent.
My cock throbs painfully, demanding more despite my recent climax. I know I should give her a moment to recover, but the hunger clawing at my insides won’t be denied. I look from Ryder to Dominic, seeing the same unrelenting desire reflected in their postures, in the rigid lines of their still-hard cocks.
None of us can stop. Not yet. Not while she’s spread before us, open and waiting.
14
RYDER
Iwatch Cora’s chest rise and fall rapidly, her body trembling in the aftermath. Her eyes are half-lidded, hair stuck to her sweat-slicked forehead, limbs slack against the restraints. But the night is far from over. We’ve barely scratched the surface of what we plan to do with her.
“Here,” I say, reaching for a water bottle from the side table. I twist the cap off and move toward her. “Drink something.”
I support her head gently, tipping the bottle to her lips. Water dribbles down her chin as she gulps greedily. When she’s had enough, I wipe her mouth with my thumb, oddly tender considering what we’ve put her through.
“My turn now,” I tell her, stroking her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”
I might have tricked her in the maze, leading her straight to Dominic and Liam like a lamb to slaughter, but I’m not completely heartless. She needs a gentler touch after Dominic’s intensity, and I can give her that—still fuck her properly, but without breaking her.
“No,” Cora’s voice is hoarse but firm. “Liam. I want Liam next.”
Something twists in my gut—disappointment? Jealousy? Liam smirks beside me, clearly pleased by her choice.
“Sorry, princess,” I say, keeping my voice light though my jaw clenches. “That’s not how this works. It’s my turn, and trust me, you need what I’m offering right now. Dominic just put you through the wringer. You need someone who’ll take it easy.”
Liam’s smirk fades, his eyes narrowing as he studies me. For a moment, I think he’ll challenge me—his competitive streak runs deep. But then he gives a slight nod.
“He’s right,” Liam concedes, though the words seem to cost him. “You should take her next, Ryder.”
“I will,” I nod at Liam, then turn my attention back to Cora’s flushed body spread out before us. Her chest still heaves with exertion, thighs trembling from Dominic’s attentions. “But first...”
