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Curiosity flares hot in my stomach, but it’s instantly tangled with something sharper.

Jealousy.

How many times has he been here? How many women has he brought to this very room before me? It makes sense. He’s older. Powerful. Skilled in a way that makes my knees buckle just thinking about it.

Damon must sense my hesitation in the doorway. He steps behind me, hands settling on my hips as he leans down to murmur against my ear.

“You okay, Doll Baby?”

“I just…” I glance at Timothy, who is watching me closely. “Have you been here with other people?”

Timothy crosses the room in two strides and wraps his hands around my neck, pulling me against him. His forehead rests against mine, green eyes steady and intense.

“This suite has always been reserved for my personal use,” he says, voice low and serious. “The Barons would bring their Baroness here if they desired, but I was faithful to Amber outside of necessary public reputation and rites. Another layer to conceal my identity.” His thumb strokes my jaw. “The night of our wedding was the first time I’d made love to a woman in many years, Daughter of Darkness. And I’ve been nothing, but obsessed with you since.”

My heart pounds wildly at his confession. It’s everything I’ve secretly wanted to hear–that I wasn’t just another obligation, that I mattered. That I was his.

I sigh and whisper, “Daddy,” and he kisses me then, deep and claiming, his hips pressing firmly into mine so I can feel exactly how much he means it. I melt into him, fingers curling into his shirt as heat floods through my body.

Damon is still behind me, fingers clutching my hips. He’s also aroused, his mouth blazing a trail of heat down my neck. Every part of my body feels like it’s about to burst into flames. Behind Timothy, I lock eyes with Hunter, who’s sitting on a velvet chair, watching us with hungry eyes.

Damon’s hands push at the bottom of my sweater, rucking it up over my head. Exposed, he takes my breasts in his hands, squeezing them together. Timothy bends, taking both of my nipples into his mouth at the same time. My body spasms, but Damon holds me upright, whispering in my ear, “I waited like you asked me to–for all of us to be here at the same time. But now that we are, we’re going to fill you up, Doll Baby. Every single hole, no mercy, understand?”

“I want it,” I tell him through a shudder of pleasure. I’ve been thinking about it, taking all of my men at once, giving myself over to them fully. “Do whatever you want to me. I belong to you.”

A wicked grin lifts Damon’s lips, and across the room, Hunter’s tongue swipes out, like he’s tasting the air. Timothy’s mouth hasn’t left me, working my nipples with his tongue and teeth.

Damon releases my tits, but his hands return a moment later. He carefully attaches a chain between my nipple rings and tugs gently. I yelp, the jolt of pain rushing straight between my legs. “Oh god.”

“Be a good girl, and I won’t have to use this,” he says, giving it another small tug. “Can you do that?”

“I’ll be good,” I promise, both terrorized and excited by the prospect. “Whatever you want.”

“Fuck, I just want to see your pussy,” he says, hands moving to my skirt. It falls to the floor. My panties go next.

Damon’s fingers graze the side of my breast, and he looks to Timothy. “What do you want first? Her pussy or her ass?”

Timothy doesn’t hesitate, running a hand down the swell of my behind. His fingers dip between my cheeks. “Ass.”

Hunter groans. “Good choice.”

“Let’s get you warmed up,” Timothy says, unbuttoning his shirt. The scar still startles me, but I don’t feel guilty about it. It’s another bond that ties us together.

Damon hooks his finger in the chain and leads me to the platform with a quick tug. I wince, but keep up with him, climbing into the pile of blankets. Damon strips out of his black shirt and pants, sliding in next to me, wearing only his boxers. He pulls me close so that he’s cradling me against his side.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Damon says, hand creeping down my stomach. His fingers find the piercing in my clit, and he starts teasing me.

Timothy drops to his knees, elbows holding himself up, his face between my legs. He spreads my thighs wide and licks a hot path over my pussy, mingling his tongue with Damon’s fingers. Pleasure rolls through me like a shudder. I could come just like this–I will if they keep going.

Across the room, Hunter watches it all, hand rubbing over the crotch of his pants. Our eyes lock, and I know how badly he wants to fuck me. He can control a lot of things, but that expression of want isn’t one of them.

Working my way into Damon’s shorts, I release his cock, sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He groans, chest rising and falling against my back.

Timothy rises, pushing my hips to the side until I’m curled into Damon. Timothy’s fingers dip between my legs from behind, gathering my wetness and using it to lubricate the space between my ass cheeks. Damon holds me, and I jolt at the first touch. He’s there, distracting me with his mouth.

“You’re so tight back here,” Timothy says, working the puckered rim. Damon’s hand spreads me wider, and I sense Timothy move. In a long mirror mounted to the wall, I see him open a drawer under the bar. He pulls out a bottle of clear liquid. Opening the cap, he pours some into his hand. When he comes back, the first thing I feel is something slippery and wet against the tight ring: lube. “Be a good girl for Daddy and relax. The harder you fight, the more painful it’ll feel.”

Damon keeps my focus on him, kissing me lazily and toying with the chain. I love how he tastes. How hard he gets when he wants to fuck me. It’s a level of desire I’ve never known, and now I have three men who want me all the time.