I had no idea why they bought me so much underwear and nightwear.
It never lasted.
Rowan rolled us onto our side, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“How many cocks can you fit in your pussy, Ella?” he murmured, grinding against my belly.
Oh. Fuck.
“Or we can try her arse,” Alec said—because he was evil.
“No,” I gasped, glancing over my shoulder to see him chuckle.
“Pussy it is, then.”
Like I said.
Evil.
A hand slid down my back. I turned my head and saw Nick watching me.
“We don’t want to tear her,” he said, his voice deceptively soft.“Alec will need to fly solo. His dick’s too thick.”
“Good idea,” Alec said easily.“You two can lube her up for me.”
He shifted my legs until I straddled Rowan.
“You’ve been such a good little whore for us,” Rowan said, kissing his way down to my breasts.“Followed every instruction. Never complained. Think of this as a reward.”
Like I had a choice.
Nick and Alec switched positions as Alec settled beside Rowan.
“Place your hands on the metal pole,” Alec said, guiding my arm toward the headboard.
I wrapped my fingers around the cold silver bar, then placed my other hand beside it as instructed.
“Let’s see how good she really is,” Nick said, gripping my arse in both hands.
Alec dipped his head and closed his mouth around one nipple. Rowan took the other, shifting his hips until his cock lined up with me.
“She’s wet,” Rowan said against my breast before mauling it again.
Sue me.
“Of course she is,” Nick replied, sarcasm and smug satisfaction lacing every word.
Rowan slid inside me—but stopped.
Then I felt Nick’s piercing. The blunt press of him at my entrance.
I looked down at them—two men working my body as if their lives depended on it.
Something was different.
Something I couldn’t quite name. Nick’s hand settled on my lower back.
For once, it didn’t feel like a threat. He stroked me slowly, almost absently—like a pet.
