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Nicole pulls off and licks her lips. “Yes. God, yes.”

“God is not my name tonight,” Landon remindsher, cocking his brow. “Try again.”

“Yes, Trick.”

For the first time ever, I see that he’s needed to be a Dom to a complete submissive. Something in me cracks. Landon once told me he was a Switch, but any time we brought a woman to our bed, he’s never Dommed her. I’ve called all the shots, every time. Tonight, I’m seeing Landon take the reins and… I fucking love the way he looks doing it.

I want him happy. I want him satisfied.

I want him.

My dick hardens to the point of pain. Landon looks over at me and sees me jerking off. “Like the view?” he asks, his gaze beckoning me to join them.

I close the gap between us and kiss Nicole first. She’s so soft and sweet. Then I grab Landon by the throat and kiss him. His mouth opens for me and he’s rougher and stronger than our gorgeous Duchess. It’s like I get to have a taste of two different worlds and they’re both addicting.

“I want to fuck you first.” I keep my hand collared around his throat. “While you fuck her.”

Landon’s eyes roll at the thought of the pleasure this promises. “Okay.” Then he turns his gaze to our lovely girl still waiting on her knees. “Get on the bed, Duchess.”

She crawls across the room and climbs into our hotel bed. With her hands on the headboard, she looks over her shoulder at us and smiles.

“Fucking hell,” Landon whispers.

I kiss his shoulder. “Looks more like heaven to me.”

We both go for her, worshipping, caressing, and preparing one another for what’s about to happen.

When we line up, she faces the headboard and grips it tight. “Don’t go easy on me, Trick.”

“Trust me, I won’t.” Landon smacks her ass while I lube up behind him…

Landon’s blue eyes lift to mine. “Why didn’t she call us?”

“Why should she?” My tone is probably more defensive than necessary. “It’s not like she’s ours.”

The minute I say it, I feel the loss of her disappearing that morning like a fresh fucking wound.

The best night of my life was followed by shame and regret. We both heard her escape. As if she couldn’t get out of our hotel room fast enough. As if being with the two of us was so damning, so embarrassing, so horrible, she couldn’t stand to be in the suite with us for another second.

Mason sighs and looks in the direction that Leah and Nicole have gone. “Nicole’s suffocating, trying to please everyone around her.”

“Who the fuck does she have to please other than herself?” Landon asks incredulously.

“Her parents. Her peers. The media. Her competition.” Mason frowns. “I got out of our circle of Hell, but she’s still caught in the middleof it. I keep trying to help her, but she’s not willing to let me.”

My feet are moving before I have enough sense to see reason. I march down the hall and bang on the door. “Let me in, Nicole.”

“No,” she shoots back, and I can hear the strain in her voice. It makes me ten times more protective of her.

“Duchess, please let us in.” Landon’s by my side, his hand pressed against the door. “We just want to talk with you.”

It swings open. “Don’t you dare call me Duch—”

I’m shoving my way inside, making her back up as I go, before she can finish that sentence.

Landon’s on my heels. “Leah, give us a minute, okay?”

She leaves, biting her bottom lip, and closes the door with a soft click.

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