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I open them. His red mask fills my vision.
“There she is, our little prey.”
Rhys remains perfectly still beneath me. Callum’s hands shake against my hips. I breathe. Adjust. Let the pressure become pleasure. Then I move. One small rise. One slow descent. A moan tears from my throat. Rhys curses. Callum growls behind me. Dante strokes himself beside us, watching every movement. Oohhh, fuuuccckkkk.
“That’s it,” Rhys says. “Take what you need.”
I move again. Faster. The sensations sharpen. Rhys stretches and fills me inch by inch in my pussy while Callum presses impossibly deep in my ass. Every motion rubs against something devastating. Callum tries to guide my hips. I slap his hand away.
“I control the pace.”
His laugh is dark and breathless.
“Yes, you do.”
Dante reaches between Rhys and me. His fingers find the sensitive place above where our bodies join. Pleasure explodes.
My hips jerk. All three men groan.
“Again,” I demand.
Dante circles me. I ride Rhys and Callum harder. The altar groans beneath us. Black wax spills down the candles. Wind batters the chapel while the bell in the churchyard begins to move. One low toll rolls across the farm. Midnight. Rhys thrusts upward. Callum answers from behind. Dante’s fingers move faster. My control disintegrates.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Rhys asks.
“I need—”
A second bell tolls. Callum bends over me.
“Say it.”
“I need to come.”
Dante laughs softly.
“Poor Little Rabbit.”
“Dante.”
His fingers stop.
“No!”
“Ask nicely.”
“You fucking—”
Callum grips my throat.
“Language.”
I stare at the three monsters tormenting me while I balance on the edge of something enormous.
“Please make me come.”
Rhys’s hands tighten around my hips.
