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She taps twice against Callum’s palm.
Dante moves lower. His mouth finds the soft skin to her pussy between her thighs.
Sloane gasps. Callum spreads her legs wider, supporting her weight when her knees weaken. I cup her breasts. Dante’s tongue slides through her from behind. Her head falls against Callum’s shoulder.
“Fuck.”
“Language,” I say.
Sloane laughs breathlessly.
“You like my language.”
“I like correcting it, and making you obey like a good girl.”
I pinch one nipple. Her laugh becomes a moan. Dante grips her hips and devours her with the enthusiasm of a starving man. His tongue circles her clit while Callum holds her open.
I watch every response. The way her breathing shortens. The way her toes curl against the floor. The moment pleasure begins tightening her stomach.
I know her body better now. Not because it belongs to me. Because she trusted me enough to teach me. Sloane’s fingers curl around Callum’s.
“Rhys.”
“What do you need?”
“I’m close.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
She groans. Dante adds two fingers.
Her hips jerk backward, trying to chase her own release. Callum steadies her.
“Ask,” I command.
“Please let me come.”
“No.”
Dante stops. Sloane makes a furious sound.
“I didn’t tell him to stop.”
“You don’t take what I haven’t given.”
Her eyes flash. Like a wounded animal in defeat.
“I hate when you use my favorite lines against me.”
“I know, Little Rabbit.”
Dante kisses the inside of her thigh.
“Can I continue?”
Sloane looks at me. I wait. She understands the game.
“Please,” she says.
