Page 43 of Sovereign Oaths

“Do you need more of that, love?”

I nodded. “Please!”

Derek’s mouth was back on me, and they alternated sucking, biting, and lifting.

Sweet agony. I cried again. It was too much. Hurt, stung, but also had my pussy dripping.

I needed one of them to touch me there. One finger. One tap on my clit, and I’d die.

“More!” I screamed.

Derek bit harder, and I cried out.

“Please! I––mo––!”

I couldn’t get the words out. All I knew was that I needed it.

“Come, princess,” Marco whispered before returning to his blissful torture.

“I can’t,” I gasped.

“You can,” Derek muttered before biting the underside of my boob. “Now.”

He pinched my abused nipple, and that was it.

The pressure in my core erupted. My back arched as the relief racked through me. I panted. My hips jerked.

Marco sat back with a satisfied grin. “Very good, princess.”

I narrowed my eyes then pushed on his shoulders. “Your turn.”

CHAPTER 11

Emilia

The urge to take the yacht out and sunbathe the day away struck the moment I woke up. Unfortunately, Cruz, Derek, and Javi were out running errands and checking in on other teams, and Marco said no.

“So you’re too weak?”

He narrowed his soulful brown eyes over his coffee mug. “That’s not what I said.”

“You said you don’t have backup.” I crossed my arms over my bikini-covered chest. I was serious about this.

“Right.”

“Because you don’t think you can keep me safe on your own?”

His glare was a very cute attempt at being threatening.

“You need backup. Because you’re the weakest of the four of you.” I smiled sweetly. “At least you’re aware of your shortcomings. We don’t love overconfident men. Especially when they have nothing to be cocky about.”

His brows furrowed. “Why are you bringing my dick into this?”

“I didn’t.” I mocked a gasp. “But now that we’re talking about little problems––”

He smirked. “There is nothing little about my dick. You’ve screamed about its profound size before.”

Touché.

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