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“Three... two... one...”

“Wait!” I panicked as he pulled out of me, leaving me empty and aching for a release.

“Too late,” he didn’t seem sympathetic while shaking his head. He looked happy.

I didn’t even have time to contemplate my options! I still don’t know what I would have chosen. Either way, it was unfair. I didn’t want everyone to know or hear us, and waiting until Wednesday was far too long.

Dumbfounded at his cruelty, I stared blankly, feeling every throb, every craving I had. I wouldn’t last until Wednesday.

“You’re not serious, are you?” I panted.

“Have I ever not followed through on my threats?” He cocked a brow.

Not that it mattered, but I would have chosen the first option. If I thought I was being tortured earlier, I was in the deepest depths of hell now. All my devils wore smirks and feasted on my suffering.

Dominic’s hand brushed against my clit as he pulled my bikini back in place. “And Odette,” he smirked, beginning to stand. “You’re not allowed to fuck yourself either,” he added. “We’ll know if you do.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Odette

Tucked into the corner of the couch, I sat facing them with my knees up, my laptop resting against it. I loved our little ‘study sessions’ with the fireplace on and gentle rain tricking against the windows.

“You know my student that’s been struggling?” Niko asked into the open. My professors nodded. “I’ve been making him come in for tutoring and assigning extra credit. Guess who just just got an A on his test?” He grinned, looking proud. “Damn, I’m good.”

Aiden chuckled. “That’s the little shit that told you to drop dead and leave him alone, right?”

I widened my eyes. Had Niko still helped him after that, let alone looked as happy as he did that the student had passed?

Niko nodded. “He can hate me all he wants; he’s passing my class.”

Hot.

The best thing about online tests—besides being able to cheat—was the instant results. I smiled and closed my laptop, petting Cat, who was curled up by my feet.

“How’d it go?” Wyatt asked.

“I got every question right.” I stood up, stretching my back and legs after sitting hunched over for so long.

Aiden huffed a laugh. “Most students purposely miss one or two to make it look like they didn’t cheat,” he deadpanned.

“I’m just really good at thermodynamics,” I playfully denied. It was an at-home, unproctored online test. Obviously, I was going to Google some of the answers.

It was Tuesday evening; it’d been three days since they last touched me. I was in a constant state of sexual frustration. They’d still kiss and fondle me, but that just made my desperation grow. I only had to make it through one more day of this, then I’d finally get the release I’d been aching for since Saturday morning.

Still, I didn’t go down without a fight. Any chance I got, I was bending over in front of them, touching their thighs, or wearing revealing clothes. My current attire was short pajama shorts that could pass as underwear and a cropped cami. I was freezing in this igloo of a house, but seeing Dominic and Wyatt lift their hips to adjust themselves was all the encouragement I needed.

It was hard. I was trying to make the best of a bad situation. No touching until Wednesday evening was my punishment for... I don’t know, being ‘too greedy,’ which seemed like a cop-out for ‘I’m old and can’t keep up.’

That wasn’t true. I just had a nasty attitude lately. They’d turned my pussy into a greedy monster that I was losing control of. No touching and no sex had put me in a mood. I blamed them entirely for my behavior for the past few days. I was pouty, snarky, and desperate for their attention.

If I called any of them old or said that to their face, they would cripple me. Dominic was only 11 years older than me, but I constantly had the urge to call them all old men.

Maybe I just had a death wish or wanted Aiden to follow through on his threat.

I’m 29, and the next time you call me old, I’ll strap a vibrator to your clit and see how long you can last being tickled then.

My eyes wandered between the four of them, and I admitted right then and there that I had a thing for older men. Maybe it was already apparent, but I hadn’t really thought about our age difference until now.

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