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But they didn’t stop.

“C’mon, baby, give me another one,” Luca said.

“It’s too much,” I tried to whine around Angelo’s cock, but the only sounds that escaped me were moans, throaty sounds of pleasure as my men wrecked my body.

“You’re so fucking pretty, your pink pussy stretched around my cock, squeezing me, milking me, trying to suck the cum out of me,” Luca said. “Your lips, bruised and swollen, with tears streaming down your face, as Angelo chokes you with his cock, reminding you who owns you. And Valentin?—”

Valentin pulled out of me, then shoved his cock deep inside me and I screamed, coming again, dissolving into an overstimulated mess, sobbing and shaking and unable to do anything but let the three men pound into me, whispering praise as they took their own pleasure.

“One more,” Valentin said, cupping my breasts with his hands. Luca circled my clit with his fingers, and when they all came, painting my insides with their cum, he pinched hard, sending agony coursing through my body that morphed into the most intense orgasm of my life. Pleasure curled in my limbs, trembling, shaking, my vision blackening as the entire world faded.

I’d never be the same again.

51

VALENTIN

Angelo didn’t knowshit about BDSM or being a dom, or anything outside of his need for control. It had never been a problem before. Even in clubs, I’d managed our experience in a way that gave him what he needed. But with Ana? I wanted to keep her, and that meant we’d have to figure out how to meet everyone’s needs, including hers.

Merde.I’d dropped an eggshell into the bowl because I’d been so fucking distracted by my own thoughts. A shower ran somewhere in the apartment, and a moment later, Luca strolled into the kitchen, looking well rested and satisfied.

He fucking should be. He’d hogged the blankets and Ana all night, dragging her across his chest and leaving Angelo and I to cuddle up to her like we were begging for scraps.

Luca looked around the kitchen and pursed his lips.

“Can I help you?” I asked, unable to disguise my irritation.

He grinned, the expression lightening his serious features into boyishness. “Ana likespain au chocolatand an oat milk latte with hazelnut syrup for breakfast. I was hoping to surprise her with breakfast in bed.”

Jealousy, hot and insidious, twisted through my lungs, cutting off my air. I knew everything about Ana’s kinks, what turned her on, what made her whimper and scream and made her pussy clench with desperate need. She’d given me her coffee order, once, and I’d failed to deliver on that request since. If I gave her the choice to walk out of my apartment with him right now, she’d take it without a backward glance.

“There’s a café downstairs,” I admitted quietly.

“What are yours and Angelo’s coffee orders?” he asked casually, but his stiff shoulders gave him away. Perhaps this arrogant puppy was as worried about us as we were about him.

“Espresso for Angelo, latte for me.” I could have made them, but I was beginning to suspect that Luca would be the key to holding onto Ana. Giving him something now would pay off in spades later.

I busied myself with omelets, my insides twisting as I imagined a future for us.

By the time Ana and Angelo made it out of what sounded like a very intense shower, Luca had returned. Her face lit up when he handed over her coffee order.

“You remembered.”

“I remember everything, baby.”

Dégueulasse.Disgusting, sentimental puppy.

Ana dropped Angelo’s hand to give me a good morning kiss.

“You haven’t done your hair yet?” I asked her, noting the pin-straight strands she’d blow-dried, but hadn’t yet styled.

“The better for you to play with,” she said, her lush pink lips curving up with amusement.

Growling, I cupped the back of her head and dragged her to me for a kiss, plundering her mouth with all my pent-up envy and rage and frustration and fuckingneed.

With her coffee cup in one hand and a pastry in the other, there was nothing she could do but let me yank on her hair until her back arched. I bent over her, scraping my teeth against her lips until she bled.

When I finally let her up, her eyes were glazed with lust, and her lips were bruised and swollen. As they fucking should be.

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