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Sal, Frankie, and Joey have all stopped touching themselves, although Joey’s hand is still wrapped around his dick. I look around at the three of them, and they return my stares, but none of us break the silence right away.

Finally, Sal asks, “What do you think he meant by that?”

Frankie gives him a look that implies he’s lost his mind. “I think ‘you’re all dead’ is pretty self-explanatory.”

Sal rolls his eyes before explaining. “But he said we can’t touch her. He didn’t say we can’t come on her. Unless our cum is an extension of us and counts as touching.”

“How about you try it, and we’ll see if he kills you?” Joey offers.

“How about,” I interrupt, sitting down in the seat Enzo vacated and spreading my legs, “you all just do what feels right? And I’ll do the same.” I drag my fingers through the mess of Enzo’s cum that is dripping out of my pussy and swirl it around my clit with a moan. My nerves are still sensitive from my first orgasm, but I can tell that these three are about to start bickering like the old women they are, and I want them to focus.

They all stop talking and watch my hand moving between my legs. One by one, their hands return to their impressive cocks and start stroking. I don’t know if they’ll risk coming on me, but I don’t care. I just want them to come. I know they’re all complicit in my captivity, but I can’t find it in me to care. In every interaction I’ve had with them, they’ve shown me more kindness than they need to. While my time with Enzo has been full of carnal pleasure, the rare moments of carefree joy have been solely because of these three, and I want to thank them for it in some way.

My fingers move faster, and I focus on Frankie, who seems to be the closest. My other hand travels up to my breast, and I give my nipple a tug for him. We make eye contact for a few more seconds before he closes his eyes, groans, and comes all over his stomach.

“Sunshine,” Joey grunts. “Eyes on me.”

I let my gaze linger on Sal, who is leisurely stroking himself, before shifting my focus to Joey. I remember from my audition that he has a thing for asses, so I shift down a little lower in mychair. My fingers travel down to that taboo entrance, and I use the moisture from my pussy as lube. As soon as my finger starts to disappear into my ass, Joey yells, “Fuck!” and blows his load.

I smile, then look at Sal. To my surprise, he rises from his seat and comes to stand over me.

“I’m taking the risk,” he says. “If we don’t push him, he’ll never consider the idea of sharing.”

“Who says I want to be shared?” I ask, but I think we all know the answer to that question. I’m the one who pushed Enzo too far, then encouraged his friends to jerk off over me. I relax into my chair and move my hands back to my clit and my nipple, giving each of them the perfect amount of pressure to send an orgasm barrelling through me.

Sal was closer to finishing than I thought, and the hot ropes of his cum land on my chest as I come down from the peak of my pleasure.

He’s looking down at me when my eyes flutter open, and he gives me a bright smile. “Hopefully, Enzo won’t kill me for this, and we’ll be able to convince him that sharing you is in his best interest. Next time, I’d prefer to come in your mouth while Joey fucks you in the ass.”

I stare at him, speechless, and nod. Maybe it’s the orgasms talking, but everything he said sounds like a dream come true. Enzo wouldn’t kill his friends. Right?

Chapter 17

Elise

Istare at my phone and debate telling Enzo what’s on it. I’m tempted to keep it to myself as revenge for him not telling me more about the night of the ambush. On the other hand, he’s the best person to help me confirm if it’s true or not, and keeping it to myself doesn’t buy me anything if it winds up being nothing.

I still haven’t decided what to do with the message when—surprise, surprise—Enzo walks into my room without so much as a gentle tap on the door to warn me of his presence.

“Ever heard of knocking?” I ask him, hitting the button on the side of my phone to turn the screen off.

“Heard of it. Not a fan. What’s on the phone?” He nods toward my hand.

“It’s my work phone.”

“You don’t have anything to send them yet.”

“I still have to check it. I can’t just ignore my boss if he contacts me.”

“What did he say?”

“What did who say?”

Enzo narrows his eyes.Shit. “Your boss.”

“Oh. Umm… He didn’t contact me.”Double shit. I hope Enzo didn’t pick up on the fact that I gave the slightest emphasis to the word ‘he’ in that sentence.

I should’ve known I wouldn’t be that lucky. “Who did?” He smirks as if he knew I didn’t want him to ask me that.

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