Page 46 of The Devil's Daughter

My eyes widen, and I let out a small huff of outrage. He snickers and proceeds to cup both my breasts with big, soapy hands and massage them slowly. He tweaks my nipples, and I can’t help but moan when my pussy clenches. Maybe a small distraction is warranted.

“Fine, but I won’t be the one begging.” I grab the bottle of body wash, squeeze a dollop into my palm, and lather up. I reach between his legs and cup his cock and balls. He’s soft, but hardens within seconds of me beginning to stroke him.

He braces his hands on the tile wall behind me, groaning as he nuzzles my ear, hips rocking into my touch. “Still not going to fuck you.”

“That’s okay. I just want to make sure you know I have license. That I’m perfectly capable of saying yes or no. Not just to this, but to anything you guys ask. I don’t want to fuck right now, but Idowant to make you come, if that’s okay. You’re allowed to say no too.”

I pause, still lightly gripping the base of his shaft. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” he says, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. He nuzzles my neck, his kisses teasing, hungry, as he works his way to my mouth. I increase the tempo of my soapy strokes, pumping his stiff cock faster.

If anything, I feelmoreempowered that he’s letting me do this without reciprocating. It’s a strange dichotomy—to want to submit to them completely, let them have my body in any way they wish, but also to crave seeing each man fall apart under my hands just the way Drake is now.

His mouth finds mine and his tongue plunges in, a grunt escaping as his balls tighten and his shaft flexes against my palm. Semen erupts from his tip, only to wash away when I shift to let the water flow between us.

He heaves a sigh, then kisses me again, this time with less desperate hunger and more slow, deliberate focus.

“Want me to take care of you?” he murmurs.

“I’m okay. I meant it when I said I needed a break. I’m kind of sore.”

“Youownme now, I hope you know. I think the twins feel the same. We’re all in love with you, Elle.”

My heart thuds hard and I wrap my wet arms around him. “I’m in love with all of you too, as crazy as that sounds.”

“It isn’t crazy to me.” He pulls back and cups my cheek, looking into my eyes. “I think this has been brewing for a long time, and we finally had the freedom to let it out. It feels good to be so honest for once. To drop my walls and let someone in. I think last night was just proof that I’m finally healing, thanks to you and Ben. Maybe Baz a little too.”

“They’re good guys once you get to know them.”

“Seeing how they treat you is enough evidence of their character. There’s no question in my mind that they’re good guys. And I have you to thank for their presence here too. If you guys hadn’t been around…”

He trails off, his expression turning grim. Alarm bells go off inside my head. “Do you think whoever’s doing this would actually hurt you?”

“I have no idea,” he says, shaking his head and rotating so his back is to me and his chest facing the spray closest to him. “But hopefully today you guys will find a clue, and we’ll be a step closer to figuring out the truth.”

He steps out to let me finish washing and doesn’t say anything else for several minutes. I try not to dwell on the fact that he clearly just shut me out, but it isn’t hard. The comfortable domesticity of sharing our morning routine is too sweet to deny, especially when he hands me a fresh toothbrush so I can brush my teeth over the sink beside his.

When he’s finished, he fishes into his toiletry bag, pulls out a small black satin pouch, and sets it on the counter between us.

“This is for you,” he says.

I spit and rinse while eyeing the pouch. When I dry my hands, I pick it up. Whatever it is, it’s solid and heavy. Untying the drawstring, I peek inside and pull out a heavy steel object shaped like a teardrop atop a thick steel post, with a wide disc attached to the end.

My eyes widen when it hits me what this is. I give Drake a suspicious look. “You just happened to have a butt plug lying around on your yacht?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s for personal use, brought from my apartment. So yes, it’s been inside me, but it’s been thoroughly cleaned and sanitized. Here’s a bottle of lube. Play with it, get comfortable, learn to relax. I suggest you wear it all day today. Then you can surprise the twins when you decide you’re ready to let them both fuck you.”

I give him a sly smile. “Let me guess, you want to watch when it happens, don’t you?”

He taps his temple. “You’re catching on quick as always, Miss Flores.”

My cheeks heat, but I play off my excitement, stashing the object back in its bag.

“Is that who I am to you?” I ask, meeting his gaze again. “Am I only Arturo’s daughter? Because I’m not even sure what that means yet.”

A dark look bordering on fear crosses his face for a split-second before it disappears. “I… I guess I forget that you had another identity before I met you. When it became apparent you were his daughter, that was all I could think about. So many things made sense when I found out. But I know more now. I’m sorry if I keep using that name. If you want me to call you Elle Santos, I will.”

I don’t answer, because I’m truly at a loss. Do I claim the identity Drake seems to want to give me? Or do I maintain the one that I’m not sure has any meaning for me anymore?

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