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“You’re beautiful, Cookie. I can’t wait to have a taste.” He reaches into it and pulls something out, gripping it with his fingers, before tossing the container onto the nightstand.

I steal a glance at the object in his hand—it's an ice cube. He places it on my heated skin and I gasp as he traces circles around my nipple, before doing the other one. They immediately harden, and my back arches, clenching my legs together as tight as I can with the slack that’s on the restraints, and moan softly.

The sensations are overwhelming and I can’t process them.

“Do you like that, Cookie? Do you want more?” Killian’s rich, intoxicating voice whispers into my ear. The heat from his breath is a sharp contrast to the cold of the ice.

He moves the cube down my stomach until he reaches my pussy.

“Open your legs for me.” I hesitate, unsure of what I’m feeling and what I want. “Is my cookie being disobedient? I’ll give you one more chance to do as I ask.”

The sudden need to please him, so I can get the praise I crave, has my body moving on its own accord. My thighs part and he licks his lips.

“So wet already and we haven’t even started. You want Kyrian inside of you, don’t you, Cookie? You want him to free you of that pesky virginity as he fucks you hard?”

He slides the ice cube over my clit, rubbing it in tiny circles. Oh god, that feels so good. Fireworks explode behind my eyes as my breathing increases. He rubs harder as he leans over, taking a nipple in his mouth and biting down on it. The sudden onset of both the pain and the ice sends me careening over the edge of an orgasm. I slam my legs together as tightly as I can with the restraints, arching my body up into Killian.

“Beautiful.” Liam’s husky voice breaks through the fog, his praise causing another to hit me like a tidal wave. “So responsive.”

I feel well spent and I haven’t even been fucked yet.

Chapter 16

Killian

Fuck me! Watching her come that quickly was surreal. She’s a goddess. Too bad we can’t keep her. I kind of feel bad hearing her dad was scum and left her when she was just a kid. But what if she’s lying, and it's a story they concocted in case someone came snooping around for him?

She lets out another moan, pulling me from my rambling thoughts. Get it together, Killian. It's time to make our girl feel good again. She needs to be craving Kyrian’s cock by the time I’m done. Then, after he’s stripped her of the last trace of her innocence, Uncle Liam and I will take her.

“Kyrian, hand me the rose.”

I glance over at Uncle Liam, who’s sitting in the chair, eyes firmly planted on the beauty on the bed. His eyes are heavy with lust. I’m sure they mirror mine and my brother's. He’s just had years of practicing self control so he can sit and watch what we’re doing without busting his load.

He’s a master.

Kyrian steps over to the bed with the rose in hand, wearing only his boxers. He’s as giddy as a school kid, who's about to get a treat. In Kyrian’s case, he’s getting a virgin who's going to bleed on his cock.

“Here, I thought you might like these as well.” He opens his hand, giving me a sly grin, showing me the black nipple clamps.

“I like the way you think. Why don’t you put them on her?” His smile stretches wide, eager to be a part of the action.

He climbs on the bed, and she looks up at him with her mesmerizing chocolate eyes. Ones that could suck you in and make you forget about how you're going to ruin her.

She winces, but it quickly turns into a moan as he places the clamps on her, tightening them slightly so she can adjust to them. He gives a gentle tug on the chain connecting both. It will heighten her stimulation, increasing the pleasure she’s feeling.

“You like that, Cookie?”

“Yes,” she mewls.

Fuck, she’s responsive. She’d be a perfect little submissive for the family. There at our beck and call, giving us what we want and need. Maybe even more. But I’d have to convince Uncle Liam. He’s been single for so long, I doubt he wants to be tied down in a committed relationship.

Dammit! What the hell am I thinking? He’d never agree to it. She’s just a means to an end—to revenge. I’m foolish for even considering her as a pet for the family.

Switching the rose on, I let it come to life in my hand, and buzzing fills the air. Her eyes go wide as she pants. Kyrian’s not letting up with her and those clamps; I may need to teach him the finer details of the method of edging. If she'd agree to be ours after this weekend, he'd have lots of practice. I’m confident it wouldn’t take much for him to agree she’s the ideal choice for us. And if he's on board, maybe it won't be as hard to persuade Uncle Liam.

I drag the rose along her stomach, straight to the small patch of brown curly hair above her slit. So many women shave these days. It’s nice to see one with a little landing patch. I’ll decide later if I want her to keep it or not. I’m definitely going to set her up with a regular waxing appointment.

There I go again, thinking beyond this weekend. Get it together, Killian.

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