“Our broken little bird,” Alec hummed, already considering ways to use it against her.
“I’m pulling her from the doors. The floors aren’t any better. She can work in the office—with me.”
Alec was weighing the variables, and Nick’s eyebrow shot up.
“I might get Zak to oversee Hustle and join you then.”
“I don’t need to be in my office to get my work done,” Alec chimed in.
I raised my bottle. They joined me, the three glass necks clinking together. It was decided—whether we consciously acknowledged the reasoning behind it or not.
I didn’t give a damn if it meant more time being inside Ella.
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The following morning, I woke to find Ella’s bruise had darkened.
We all noticed it.
Alec nuzzled her neck, whispering filth into her ear, while Nick tugged the covers down to bare her breasts. I settled between her legs and tasted her.
Nick held her thighs apart, watching as Alec toyed with her breasts.
This was only the beginning of our day, and I looked forward to having all of us together at Dominion.
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“Open up, sweetheart,” Alec crooned as he placed the small sugar pill on Ella’s tongue.
I abandoned any pretence of reading my paper when he guided her hand to his cock.
“Don’t you need to get to your office this morning?” I reminded him.
If he wanted to work away from his firm, he’d need to clear his schedule properly.
“It won’t take me long,” he replied, lifting a strawberry to Ella’s mouth.
I sipped my coffee, watching her fingers move over the fabric of his navy trousers.
Nick shifted in his seat, visibly uncomfortable as he watched them.
My mind drifted back to Ella kneeling in the centre of my office—
so obedient as she took turns swallowing us down, those pretty lips working until we came.
Nick’s harshness.
Alec’s cruelty.
And me?
I relished her humiliation.
Today would be no different.
I’d made sure she wore no underwear beneath her business-like grey dress.
Chapter 37
