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He stilled on top of me. “You have to relax.”

“I am,” I choked out, trying to hide the pain from my face.

“No, you’re not.” He rubbed my nipple with the pad of his thumb, his gentle touch helping to ease the tension in my body. “Open up for me, princess.” Another inch. “You’re so tight.” His eyes closed for a moment before they opened again. “Fuck.”

His eyes found mine as he stretched me out, careful not to move too fast. An intense wave of pain shot through my body. He kept his thrusts slow and steady, my body melting into his. After a while, I relaxed, no longer worried about the pain, because with it came intense pleasure. I unraveled beneath him, losing myself to a man I barely knew.

“I want you on top.” He took charge and rolled onto his back without breaking our bond. His hands settled on my hips, and he moved us again, pushing into me. “Like this.”

Straddling his thighs, I gripped the top of the headboard and followed his lead.

“That’s it, princess.” He squeezed my ass. “Ride me. Come all over my dick.”

“Is this what you like?”

I picked up speed, no longer afraid he would hurt me.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunted, matching my thrusts.

I lifted my head, greeted by my face in the mirror over the bed. With a wild expression in my eyes, I looked possessed.

Free.

But that bubble burst the second the door opened. Cole stood in the entryway, shaking with anger, arms crossed over his chest.

I didn’t stop.

Maybe I should have.

But what was even more pleasurable than watching myself was knowing Cole was, too.

And I liked it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

COLE

I would never forget the day Grace arrived at Fort Marshall. She strolled into my home with her grandfather, dressed in a baby blue sundress. Grace looked like a porcelain doll with those pink cheeks, big blue eyes that practically jumped off her face, and long, blonde hair that spilled down her shoulders.

She was perfect.

I wanted to reach out and touch her, maybe even mess up her hair to put my mark on her. So quiet and shy, she only smiled as our families introduced us. As I stood in the doorway, I wanted so badly to return to that day.

She was on top of Rhys, staring at me in the mirror while she came on his dick. I tried to be the nice guy, her protector. Her knight in shining armor. I took an oath and swore to uphold the laws of The Devil’s Knights and The Founders Society.

That was my job.

It was Rhys’s too.

We agreed to share her, but I wasn’t good at it. I wanted Grace to myself. And as I watched them, my heart thudding in my chest, I saw red. My vision blurred, and I thought I might black out.

I stormed into the room, trying to block out the sound of Rhys coming inside Grace, anger surging through me. “Get off him.”

Her cheeks flushed, and her long, blond hair brushed the tops of her breasts. Grace was the prettiest girl I had ever laid eyes on. I had met a lot of beautiful women, but no one compared to her.

“Why are you mad? You made it clear you don’t want me anymore.”

“I never said those words.”

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