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It's not my kink, not my preference, but even I am panting for him.

"Or, do you want to be our naughty little brat so your Daddies can punish you?"

Fucking hell. If my cock wasn't already straining against my pants, that would have done it.

From Annie's non-reaction, I'm pretty sure he's short-circuited her brain. I couldn't tell which option had excited her more, but she's definitely into what we're offering. Thank fuck.

"What will it be, lovely?"

I watch her carefully, not sure which option I'm hoping for.

But then she shocks me completely when she pushes up from my lap. My heart plummets at the thought that she might change her mind after all. Maybe this is too much for her.

She takes a careful step back, keeping her hands clasped in front of her. But she keeps her gaze carefully trained on us.

"What if," she starts, "I want it all?"

And she sinks onto her knees in front of us. Not once does Annie break eye contact with Lorcan, but I still feel like she's including me in what's happening right now. Her hands lie, palms facing up on her thighs in front of her, and her shoulders are relaxed.

"What if," she says again. "I want to be your good submissive girl, your naughty brat and your sweet little angel all in one?"

Fuck. My. Life.

It's never been so hard in my life to let Lorcan continue to take the reins because every fiber ofmy being wants to pick up the girl from the floor in front of us and take her to bed with me.

Lorcan's fingers dig into my shoulder, and it helps to know he's just as affected by what's happening as I am.

"You're sure?" he asks. His voice is confident and deep, but I can tell how nervous he is. "You understand what you're agreeing to?"

She nibbles on her lip again, and I make a mental note that we will have to make a rule about her and that soft fleshy mound. "I understand, Sir. And I promise, I can be all of that. I will be everything you need."

Chapter Seventeen

Annie

My palms are sweaty, and my heart beats a mile a minute, but the words I share with Monte and Lorcan are probably the truest I've ever spoken.

Icanbe everything they need. I'm so incredibly determined to twist and turn myself inside out to be what they need.

"My sweet, sweet girl." Monte's voice is soothing to my ragged nerves and when his warm, heavy hand rests on my shoulder, I have to suppress the urge not to shiver or react in any physical way.

"We don't want you to be whatweneed. All we want is for you to be you. Whichever you that is, will be nothing but perfection."

My heart skips a beat. Like it does in romance novels and movies. Even their words are too perfect.

"Do you understand the rules, pretty girl?"

I look up at the two men standing over me and nod in response before licking to wet my suddenly dry lips.

"The power lies with me. I can stop whatever is happening at any time with my chosen safeword. I'm clean, tested just before coming back home. I’m on the pill and have a list of limits I can give you whenever you're ready for it."

I'm mostly making shit up, but I've read enough books to know at least the basics ‌and Jackson had worked through at least some of this with me during my initial training with him. But I've never had to formally answer a question like that before, nor have I had to have this kind of discussion with anyone other than him.

"Hmm," Monte responds, his thumb tracing my bottom lip before pushing down on it, gently encouraging me to open my mouth for him. "Any hard limits we need to know before we start?"

"No scat, golden showers or blood play. No permanent marks or heavy impact. I like to be restrained, or have my senses taken away, but never ever ignored or left alone for too long." My mouth is getting dry, but I can feel my chest puff up with pride at my being able to communicate my limits so clearly.

"You're such a good girl," Lorcan praises as he steps up behind Monte, his one hand curling around his husband's waist while the other digs into my hair and forces my gaze his way. "And what do you like, lovely?" His face is set into a clever smirk, his eyes sparkling with an unfamiliar emotion.

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