Page 35 of Gambler's Conceit

“Sorry, boss,” he says. He sounds contrite enough—probably because he doesn’t want to be kicked out of the room—but he still scowls in Havoc’s direction.

“There’s no need to argue,” I chide as sweetly as I can manage. “There’s plenty of me to go around.

Fuck.

It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had to service three men at once, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Even the fact that all three men are, admittedly, hot as hell doesn’t really cut into that…fearand shame and utter misery.

Caleb strokes my jaw and makes a thoughtful sound. “Maybe the problem is that Vortex feels left out. If we get you on the bed, Havoc can fuck your ass while you suck Vortex. You’ll be stuffed full from both sides. How do you like the sound of that, Seven?”

I eye him warily. “You don’t want to fuck me?” I ask. Maybe me getting reamed by Havoc had made him less interested, but… No. That’s not right. He’s just playing at being an alpha male.

Well.

He’s not playing at anything. Heisthe alpha male in the room.

“I wouldn’t say no to getting another blowjob from him,” Vortex says gruffly.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Caleb says directly against my ear. “After you’re thoroughly exhausted from Havoc and Vortex. You’ll be loose and open for me, and you won’t be able to do anything but take me. I won’t even care if you come again.”

Havoc makes a choked sound, like he’s the one Caleb just whispered dirty talk to.

He’s not the only one who’s turned on by it. I have to bite back a whimper, and even Vortex seems to be getting steadily more interested. His hand is squeezing and massaging his own dick through his pants, and he meets my eyes.

“Yeah. I think he owes me,” Vortex says.

I nearly sputter in indignation. “Owe you?” I ask, incredulous. “For what? Interrupting my nice little fuck earlier?”

“For taking care of you after,” Vortex says, like he’d done anything more than take me to a room to make me shower before dragging me upstairs.

“Oh, come the fuck on,” I whine.

“And thank you for that, Vortex.” Caleb moves his hand to my stomach and lifts my shirt a few inches. “I believe we need you naked for this. Strip.”

My heart skips a beat.

I don’t want to strip down in front of any of them, let alone all three, and I freeze instead of obeying. I give a small shake of my head, my mouth going dry at the thought of all of them seeing the marks all over my body.

Caleb’s hand stills on my stomach. “But you weren’t naked earlier, either. Let’s simply pretend this is a continuation of that fuck.” He steps away from me. “On the bed, on all fours. Pants down. Let’s see how differently that confrontation could have gone.”

My breath is ragged as I quickly nod, grateful in ways that he has no right to make me feel. But I don’t want Vortex or Havoc to see the scars that only Caleb knows about.

Havoc would freak the fuck out on Caleb, and Vortex… I have no idea how he’d react. I don’t really want to find out.

I climb up onto the bed, then squirm out of my pants. My ass is still recovering from the spanking, hiding any other marks, and as long as no one slides my shirt up… I should be able to get through this in one piece.

I hear someone moving, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Vortex coming around the bed. He kicks off his shoes, but he doesn’t take his time getting onto the bed in front of me.

I glance behind me. Havoc looks between me and Caleb, scowling slightly. I don’t know if I want him to back out or not, but in the end, he approaches me and undoes his belt.

“Exactly like we did earlier?” Havoc asks, and there’s a challenge in his voice.

“No,” Vortex snaps. “This time, you’re going to use a fucking condom.” He unbuttons his slacks with more savagery than is necessary and yanks them down, his cock only half-hard as he shoves it into my face.

“A cond…” Caleb lets out an exasperated sigh. “I told you to take better care of yourself, Seven.”

Havoc barks out a laugh. “I didn’t agree to that. But sure, I’ll wrap up—if you’ve got a condom that’ll fit me.”

I can’t help but laugh, though there’s nothing amusing about all of this. They’re negotiating with each other over my body, and it feels too real. Too familiar. Like I just can’t escape, no matter how hard I try.

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