Page 189 of Gathered Sparkle

“Fuck, I can’t… I can’t hold it…” Nicholas gasps, his hips shaking as he teeters on the edge.

“Not yet,” Koen tells him again while his circles around my clit grow more languid, helping me down from the high.

Fuck.

Why does it feel like Koen is edging Nicholas?

And why is it so fucking hot?

“Stop,” Koen orders him. He releases my throat and stands, towering over me. “Get up.”

Nicholas pulls out, a broken moan escaping him as he obeys, the loss leaving me hollow. I turn, my legs trembling, and find them both standing before me. Koen’s eyes are smoldering with dominance, while Nicholas’s face is flushed with desperate need, their cocks merely inches from my face.

“Open your mouth,” Koen demands, and I do without hesitation, my lips parting, my tongue peeking out as I look up at them through heavy lashes while they pump their cocks.

“Fuck,” Nicholas groans again, a bead of sweat running down his temple. “I’m—”

“Hold. It.” Koen cuts him off with a growl. “You ready for us, precious?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, pushing out my tongue again.

“Then take it. All of it.”

Heat splashes onto my tongue, my lips, my chin, as both of them groan and come, painting me in hot streams. I moan at the sensation, the taste, the sight.

Holy-fucking-shit.

When they’re spent, their breaths ragged, Koen cups my chin, his thumb smearing their cum around my mouth. With his gaze locked on mine, he continues to drag his thumb down my chin to my neck before pressing it to my lips and making me lick it up. “You did so good for us,” he murmurs, his eyes softening, a hint of pride shining through.

Nicholas’s fingers trace my shoulder. “Fuck, you’re perfect and so fucking hot covered in us.”

My heart thunders in my chest while the taste of them lingers heavily on my tongue, but all I can think about is how I feel—claimed, cherished, and completely undone.

These men are ruining me.

And I never want it to stop.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Novalee

The locker room at Euphoria feels eerily quiet tonight.

No chatter, no laughter, no thudding bass vibrating through the walls from the main floor. Just me, alone in front of the mirror, slicking on a coat of lip gloss.

Everything about this moment feels surreal.

He rented the whole fucking club.

I press my lips together to even out the gloss and shake my head, still trying to wrap my mind around it. Koen rented the entire place for me. To give me one last night as a stripper.

Considerate.That word clings to him perfectly. Always thoughtful, always knowing exactly what I need before I even ask. I don’t know how to handle that kind of attentiveness, but God, I love it.

My gaze drifts down to my reflection. I’m in a black G-string and pasties, no glitter dusted across my skin, no candy-pink wig, no rhinestones sparkling under the lights.

Just me.

For the first time, I’m stepping onto that stage as Novalee, not Glitter. I don’t need the armor tonight. I don’t need to shine in anyone else’s place.

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