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“Why?”

He tips my chin, smiling down at me. “Just do what you’re told, Duchess. Follow the rules like a good girl so we can keep rewarding you.”

When Kerrington helps me off the couch, my legs are wobbly and laughter bubbles out of me. I honestly can’t remember the last time I felt this good. “I think you guys broke me.”

“Not yet,” Kerr warns. “But if you want us to, we will.”

Chapter 8

Kerrington

I’m in deep trouble.

I wasn’t kidding when I said Nicole was addictive. She’s going to be a fucking problem if I can’t rein in my goddamn urges and get some control over myself.

Just now, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless and make Landon watch. Make him shake with need. Have him begging on his knees for me to do the same thing to his ass as I wanted to do to hers.

And watching her suck on him like she has some kind of oral fixation and his cock in her mouth brought her soothing comfort?

Damn. I want to experience it myself.

Except we haven’t worked out the dynamics of our throuple yet and I’m Landon’s Dom. His needs are my priority. And her needs, it seems, arehispriority.

When we’ve taken a woman to our bed before, we played around and had fun, but Landon remained a sub the whole time. Always.With Nicole, he’s completely different. I like seeing him this way. He’s an excellent switch. But what happens when this week is over? Are we just supposed to go back to being the way we were before, or will there be a Nicole-shaped hole in our relationship that will eventually break us apart for good?

“Smoke’s coming out of your ears.” Landon’s dressed from the waist down. He snags his shirt off the floor and saunters over to me with a playful smile on his lips. When he sees my face, however, his humor fades. “Kerr, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He drops into serious mode on me. “If you don’t want to do this, we’ll stop. We can bring her back to Mason’s and step back. She didn’t come to us to begin with. We practically kidnapped her.”

He’s right, but the thought of giving Nicole back feels even worse than keeping her here with us. “We need to understand what’s wrong with her.”

“We will.” Landon’s brow pinches, and he squeezes my shoulders. “But I’m still yours, Kerr. With or without Nicole.”

My heart clenches and I can’t get my brain and mouth to sync up. Staring into his eyes, I want to confess a lot of shit I’ve been holding back, but now isn’t the time. So, I distract us both by kissing him. I can still smell Nicole’s arousal on his lips. My cock stirs and I deepen ourconnection by grabbing the back of his head and kiss him harder.

He groans in my mouth, and I swallow it. His hands skate up my sides until one hand grips the back of my neck, the other is buried in my hair, and he yanks me by the roots. I hiss in half pain, half pleasure. “Watch it,brat.”

“You’re so turned on right now you can’t think straight,” he says with a shit-eating grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way before.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong, but I grab his hard dick instead. “Pot meet kettle.”

“Fuck right, I’m turned on.”

We’re playing a dangerous game, and I don’t want any of us to get hurt.

“You have to be careful,” I warn. “Her aftercare is just as important as everything else. And her mental state right now is… unstable.”

“I know.” He lets out a heavy sigh.

We’re both worried about Nicole and giving her physical attention is only part of what she needs.

Landon cringes. “Does it make me a real asshole to be a little relieved that she’s hit rock bottom, though?”

His tone has my heart deflating.

“I want her happy and taken care of,” he explains. “It should be us that gets that privilege. No one else. And…” He rubs the back of his neck and winces. “Fucking hell, Kerr. If she had to sink to the bottom to be with us again, I’m—"

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