The vibrator starts up on a higher setting, causing me to moan and grip the edge of the couch.
“You don’t sound very tired to me,” Damiano continues. “Surely we couldn’t send you to bed so needy, could we?”
“You could.” I glare at him.
They don’t turn down the vibrator. I close my eyes, trying to block out the increasing pleasure, but it doesn’t work. A whimper escapes my throat. I cough, trying to disguise the sound.
“Look at us, bella.” Damiano’s tone is firm.
I open my eyes again, and look at their faces on Landon’s phone. My evil kings, their gazes devouring me while I squirm. I shift to the side, trying to relieve some of the pressure against my clit. All it does is give the vibrator a new angle to torment me from, and it causes my nipples to scrape against the inside of my dress.
I make another quiet, needy sound.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Seth says. “Isn’t she gorgeous like this, Landon, when she’s about to lose control?”
“She is.” Landon sets down his book. All pretense of reading is over.
He watches as I struggle to hold myself still. I keep waiting for the guys to stop the vibrations again, to end my torture. I both crave the release and fight it.
I lock my thighs together—I refuse to give in and hump the empty air. I can only imagine how embarrassed I’ll be later.
But I’m losing this battle. Especially when Seth and Damiano turn the vibrator up again. One part pulses within me, and the other part without, teasing my clit. Relentless. Fuck, I can’t hold out much longer.
“Poor thing,” Seth murmurs.
“How close are you to completion, bella?” Damiano’s tone is caring, just like Seth’s. Sickly sweet. As if he sympathizes with my plight and regrets that I’m in this situation.
Except these sadistic bastards arranged the whole thing.
“How close?” Damiano asks again.
I clench the cushions and try not to move. “I’m close.”
“Are you going to do it?” Seth asks. “Are you going to come in front of our friend?”
I close my eyes, embarrassed.
“Answer us.” Damiano’s voice is low. “Are you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Yes, what?” Seth presses.
“Yes, I’m going to come.”
“Who are you coming in front of?” Seth asks.
I try to keep still, but my hips buck as I chase that orgasm, just out of reach. “Your friend—I’m going to come in front of your friend.”
“Good,” Damiano says. “Do it. Come right now, bella.”
I couldn’t disobey them even if I wanted to. My release is right in front of me, throbbing, heating my blood.
My orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart in a torrent of bliss. My legs and arms go rigid as that infinite buzzing pulses against me, on and on. I don’t want to cry out, but a low moan comes from my throat as my back bows with the effort of remaining still.
Landon watches the entire time, as if enraptured. A sizable bulge rises at the front of his pants, but he doesn’t do anything about it. He’s as cool and calm as I wish I could be.
Finally, the vibrations stop.
