Page 196 of Gathered Sparkle

Ace shifts, his eyes darkening as he adjusts himself, and I turn to see Sylus’s grin turning smug.

Koen taps his fingers on his thigh, thoughtful. “I think I could help with that.”

“What?” Sylus and I say in unison.

What in the world?

A slow smirk curves Koen’s lips. “I promised never to hypnotize you again, Little Thief, but—”

“Oh my God,” I cut him off, excitement buzzing through me. “You would put me in a trance for him?”

“I mean, if you both want it.”

I turn back to Sylus and nod eagerly, and he lets out a shaky laugh.

“God, yes. Please.Fuck, I love you, brother.”

Koen chuckles at our enthusiasm. “It’ll be fun. You’ll hear and feel everything, but you won’t be able to move.” He furrows his brow again. “It’s a lot of trust, though.”

“I want it,” I say quickly, the conviction in my words leaving no room for doubt. My gaze sweeps over all of them. “I trust you.Allof you. And if anyone else wants to give it a try, I’m okay with that.”

The words hang in the air, a hint of vulnerability lacing my confidence.

God, does that sound weird?

Does anybody else want to use me while I’m defenseless?

A slow heat creeps up my spine.

Yeah, I definitely have a problem.

And I don’t want a cure.

Koen looks to Ace and Nicholas, checking their reactions. Ace shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “I mean, I think I’d like to try if you’re okay with that, Trouble?”

I nod. “Very okay.”

“I don’t. I’m sorry. I prefer her awake.” Nicholas smiles sheepishly.

“I can switch her between trance and awareness,” Koen suggests.

Fuck, I’m pretty sure my G-string is soaked.

Sylus’s arms tighten around me as if he knows. “Switching it up sounds like fun.” His excitement is tangible in the quickening of his heartbeat against my back, his hardness under me, and it sends a thrill through me.

“All right, so… what do we have in mind?” I ask.

“Sy, why don’t you give her a little warm-up?” Koen’s lips quirk into a half-smile as he leans back in the armchair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. “We’ll take things from there.”

Sylus lets out a laugh that stirs the hair on the back of my head. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Before I can protest—or encourage him—his teeth sink into the side of my throat, the pressure causing my breath to catch. His hand slides under my shirt before he lifts it over my head.

When he reaches for my tits, he pauses. “These damn things.” His thumb brushes over the edge of one pastie, and I can feel the smirk in his voice. “Such a tease.”

Oops. I forgot about them.

I hook my fingers under the edges of both pasties and rip them off in one swift motion. The burn stings, and I let out a hiss at the sensation.

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