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Ranger lets go of her wrists and flops down, adjusting himself. “It was hot.”

I touch my lips to hers softly. “Thank you for this gift.”

Lia curls her arms around me and pulls me down on top of her. I lay there listening to her heart calm, my cock still buried inside her, and thinking perhaps this is the happiest I’ve ever been.

Chapter thirty-two

Lia

The door slams open,and I’m torn off Valen and carried away from the bed. I struggle until I’m shoved against the wall. My attacker peels his clothes off and nips my shoulder, never letting me move an inch.

“You’ve been very bad.”

He picks me up by my waist and sits down, pulling me down, impaling me on his hard cock. I lean back against his chest, my thighs spread over his as the shock wears off and transforms into another mini orgasm.

I let out a shriek as I clench around him.

“Ianto!”

My cry does nothing. I struggle, but he pinches my thigh.

“Your punishment is that you’re going to sit here, not moving, and watch everything that happens.”

I suddenly remember the bed and look in that direction. Valen is being held down by Ranger, Mills, and Zaden.

In seconds, one wrist is locked to the bed with a set of those handcuffs.

He fights, but I can see he's not angry, it’s almost like he’s enjoying it. They get his other wrist to the bed, and then they grab his legs and put leather cuffs to hold his legs spread.

I bite my lip and whine as that need starts up again. I clench around the cock I’m sitting on, and then yelp when I get pinched. Valen’s cock is glistening with my arousal and sticking up in the air. The tip is a dark red. I didn’t have the time to appreciate his size before, but I do now.

Zaden and Mills take their time stripping out of their clothes. My eyes switch between them all, not wanting to miss a beat.

“Normally, I’m the one who instructs Valen in the errors of his ways, but someone needs to teach you, too, and I volunteered,” Ianto whispers.

He flexes, and I feel his cock move inside me.

I moan and slide my hands up to cup my breasts.

“You can do that, but if you come or move on my cock, it’s going to cost you.”

My eyes snap open, and I look down as he parts my thighs, pulling them impossibly wide. On the floor, Mills kneels, staring at the junction of my thighs, staring like a starving man.

Mills crawls closer. I’m mesmerised as his hands slide over my sensitive skin. He leans in, smiling wickedly, and licks a path up Ianto’s leg.

“Fuck you!” Valen shouts from the bed.

I watch in shocked fascination as Zaden lays on the bed beside Valen and kisses him. He strokes his hand over his chest and dips down, one fingertip touching the tip of Valen’s cock. I think I’m going to combust. Burst into flames. This is visual torture.

When the groans start, I pant, struggling not to move in Ianto’s impossible grip, while Mills teases us with the softest whisper of touches. I’m bordering on crying out when Mills stands up and walks away.

I stare at his tight ass in outrage. How dare he?

Valen strains and arches, trying to get more, but Zaden just laughs and slides his hand over Valen’s balls.

“Feel good?” he asks.

“So good, please. I need more,” Valen begs.

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