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“They don’t hurt.”

Fear and desire flood me.

“Not much, anyway,” Caleb adds.

Together, they place the lightweight clamps on my already-tormented nipples.

I moan. “I can’t do this.”

“You can,” Lucian counters. “And you will.”

“But…” The bite is exquisite torment, sharp enough to steal my breath, but then the pain settles into a throb that makes it impossible to think about anything else.

My mind is spinning when Caleb scrapes a thumbnail over the compressed tip of one of my nipples.

My knees buckle, and I frantically grab hold of his wrists for support.

“We should keep her like this all the time.”

With the tone of his voice, I can’t tell whether Caleb is joking or not.

He smooths my dress back into place.

And I catch sight of myself in the mirror.

My lips are parted, my eyes are wide and startled, and my breath comes in shallow bursts.

The silk hides nothing. I can see the outline of the clamps and the nubs of my nipples.

And both of my husbands’ cocks are pressed against their slacks.

Good.

They should be as miserable as I am.

At least they’ve had orgasms tonight.

Clamped and needy, I am taken back to the box by my husbands.

The second half is worse than the first.

Every movement abrades my nipples.

Lucian and Caleb make me sit with my pussy exposed, but this time, they watch the show and don’t touch me at all.

When the final applause comes, Lucian leans in, his mouth at my ear. “When we get home”—he presses my clit hard—“you’re going to hold still while we put one here.”

I look at the stage, all that silk and surrender…

“Do you understand, Sophie?”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Lucian

Caleb turns the lock, sealing all of us inside the penthouse with a heavy, final click.

Sophie’s breath catches, and her eyes are wide. She’s right to wonder what we have in store for her delectable little body.