Page 41 of The Devil's Daughter

“Which I still haven’t seen, I should point out,” Ben interjects.

“We can fix that,” Baz says, fishing into his pocket. He waves a small flash drive. “This is the only copy left in existence. Figured I’d keep it close.” He moves to Drake’s TV and plugs it into the USB slot then turns the power on.

Ben kicks off his shoes and leaps onto the bed, lounging right in the middle, then grinning at us. “You guys gonna join me, or what?”

Laughing, I climb on and settle beneath his arm, snuggling close. Drake and Baz seem to have a bit of a stand-off until Drake gestures for Baz to go first. Baz lies down at my back and Drake takes the other side, next to Ben.

Ben taps the remote, and a grainy view of my bedroom at the penthouse comes into view. I’m doing my best sexy striptease, emphasis on thetease, as I dance and toy with the buttons of my shirt. I was both angry and turned on when I put on this show—angry because I thought they were going overboard with the surveillance, but so turned on over the idea that they might be watching me at that very moment.

Little did I realize that Drakewaswatching, though he was the only one at the time. But watching it now, I understand why he came banging on my door so fast.

“Jesus, Elle,” Ben mutters, unable to look away from the image of me swaying my hips as I undress for the camera, then slip out of my shirt, showing my smooth, bare back and round ass in my sexiest pink lace boy shorts. Ben’s hard-on stretches the front of his shorts, and I’m tempted to touch him, but he hasn’t gotten to the punchline yet. When it happens, he busts out laughing despite his arousal.

“That’s classic, Ellie,” he says, chuckling.

I take the remote and pause the stream. It stops with a perfect still of my mostly bare breasts and the wordsFuck Youwritten in cheap red lipstick across my chest, my middle finger raised and taking up a good third of the frame. It’s a pretty badass look, if I do say so myself.

“I was in dire straits. I hope you guys realize that. The cameras were just a smidge too far, so I had to take action.”

“Don’t know ifthiswas the right tack,” Ben says. He retrieves the remote, rewinds the video and starts it over at the beginning, right at the point where I start unbuttoning my blouse. I grab it back and power off the TV, then toss the remote to the floor and rise to straddle him.

“Why keep watching it when I can give you a live show?”

“Because you were in your element,” he says, grinning at me. “Which is a fucking beautiful thing. You’re a force of nature, you know that?”

“So you don’t want a live show if I’m not pissed off?” I ask, toying with the hem of my tank top.

“I think what we all really wanted was to be the hands that undressed you,” he says, glancing at the others for confirmation.

“Pretty much that,” Baz agrees with a nod.

Drake chuckles. “I’m only good with watching to a point, at least with you.”

I shoot him a devious smile. “I wonder what that point is.”

Drake narrows his eyes just as I bend to kiss Ben, plunging my tongue past his lips and teasing until he moans. His hands roam beneath my tank top, and then another pair join his, urging the fabric up. I pull back from our kiss and let Baz do the honors of taking off my shirt, and then I reach back, unfasten my bra, and slide it off.

Then Baz is cupping my face, taking his turn with a deep kiss. I’m halfway off Ben’s lap onto his when Ben bends and sucks one nipple into his mouth. Pleasure zings to my core, heat rising as I release Baz and accept Ben’s kiss once more.

Baz takes over at my breasts. He works his way lower, kissing and gently nipping my belly as he descends to the top of my shorts, unfastens them, and slips off the bed onto his knees as he yanks them down my thighs. He urges me to twist so my ass is flat on the mattress. Ben cradles me against one arm, still kissing as he takes up fondling my breasts while his twin dips his head between my thighs and gives my wet pussy a long sweep of his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he says. He plunges his tongue into me again and hums as if my snatch is the sweetest dessert.

I lose myself kissing Ben, arching my back into his touch as he strokes my breasts. Then the bed moves, and I feel another mouth on one nipple. Sighing, I comb my fingers through Drake’s thick hair, urging him on. He teases me until I squirm, my pleasure rising quickly.

“Oh god. Please, I want it to last. I want you inside me.”

“Roll over, baby,” Drake commands. He’s propped on one elbow beside Ben’s legs and touches my hip, nudging slightly.

Baz backs up and tears off his shirt, then his pants, as if anticipating what’s coming next. His expression is single-minded, but I see the reverence in his eyes when I meet his gaze before turning over on his nod. He grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and doesn’t waste time notching his cock at my soaked and aching center. He pushes in slowly, and the pleasure of his thick shaft filling me is so perfect, all I can do is cling to Ben and drop my cheek against his belly.

He strokes my head lightly as Baz begins to fuck.

“No pressure, but if that’s where you’re going to be…” he says, tilting his hips up a fraction, making it impossible to ignore the thick, hard ridge in his shorts.

I turn a fevered gaze to look at him, my words punctuated by a gasp as Baz shoves hard and deep. “You want me to suck your cock?”

“I can wait my turn, but I’d rather not. Put your mouth on me, Elle. Pretty please?”

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