“Focus.”
She gasped for air as fat droplets of water tipped over her lower lashes, rolling down her cheeks. I glanced over her shoulder to Rowan.
He was ready.
I gripped her shoulders and pulled her down, then reached for her arse cheeks, spreading her open until Rowan was in her arse. With years of practice, we moved instinctively—each of us knowing exactly how to position, how to assist.
“Good girl. You’ve nothing to worry about as long as you obey me,” I whispered.
Her hand relaxed. Her nails stopped digging into my flesh.
She began taking deeper breaths as Rowan eased into her arse. Her hand slid from my chest to my shoulder, gripping me as she moaned in pain.
“It’s a tight squeeze in there,” I said lightly.“But that tiny virgin hole stretched out for me—twice. You’ll be fine.”
That was when I noticed Nick.
I didn’t know when he’d returned, but he stood naked a few feet away, casually sipping from a mug of coffee like this was any other morning.
“My greedy girl,” I murmured, smiling down at her for Nick’s benefit.“Your arsehole sucked up my loads. It’s time for another in this stunning hot hole.”
The smile only widened when Nick looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon.
I slid my hands around her waist, holding her steady as Rowan’s cock began to rock inside her. I could feel him—so close now, almost there. The tension coiled tight between us.
When Rowan finished, he gathered her hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her head up with a firm grip. I caught her upper arms, bracing her while she placed her hands against my chest. I dug my heels into the mattress, waiting.
The room was thick with heat, with the lingering scent of last night still clinging to the air.
Our new fuck room.
One sharp nod was all the signal I needed.
I reset my grip on her waist and hauled her upward, snapping my hips forward as I slammed her back down. Rowan held her suspended between us, locking her in place. Her howl of pain tore from her throat, low and raw, and it drew a growl from my chest.
There was no pause. No space for adjustment. We took her as she was, watching the conflict burn bright in her eyes—pain and pleasure tangled together.
“Fuck,” Rowan snarled.“Our little fuckdoll. Yeah—keep your holes open for us.”
My cock twitched inside her.
Her breasts hung low, swaying with every movement, every forceful thrust.
It didn’t take long before I felt her gush around me, the shift unmistakable as her cries broke apart—pain dissolving into desperate gasps.
This wasn’t indulgence.
This was conversion. Conditioning.
I drove into her until she soaked my pelvis, my balls, every inch of me. Long. Relentless. Brutally satisfying.
“The nice new ass whore is broken in,” Rowan rasped as his pace quickened.“I can’t wait to see how much she leaks when it’s Nick’s metal cock in here.”
I snorted, bouncing her back against me as she began to grind instinctively. I flicked a glance at Rowan—he already knew.
He released her hair and grabbed her tits for leverage, riding her arse harder.
Three seconds.
