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“She’s so incredibly tight she can’t even take my finger.”

I have no idea why a fresh wave of arousal hammers through me at Steele’s words.

“Please,” I whimper, begging for what I know will hurt.

“Jesus, when she says please like that, she fucking destroys me,” Holt murmurs.

A ripping sound echoes in the room before I realize Holt tore my negligee in half, right off my body, leaving me naked.

He settles over me, kissing his way up until he reaches my breasts. The instant he takes one of my taut nipples into his mouth, he also presses his naked cock lengthwise against my pussy.

His naked cock.

Balancing on his powerful forearms, he uses his teeth and pulls the blindfold up off my eyes, then softly kisses my eyelids as he slips the head of his shaft between my folds.

My eyes fly open. I immediately meet Holt’s gorgeous face, and for a moment I’m dazed, mesmerized by his male beauty, but then I remember what’s between his legs is now between my legs.

The intrusion sends me ricocheting in fear and panic.

“So,” I say, faltering as Holt thrusts a little more. Dear holy cow.

“I don’t think the math is going to math. You see, you’re just too big. I can’t be stretchedthatmuch. It’s impossible. It just won’t fit. Which is fine. At least we tried. That’s all that matters.”

I’m ready to get up, don my regular granny panties, and call it a day on all this sex stuff. It’s so overrated.

But Holt chuckles. He literally laughs at me while I fail hard at my supposed feminine capabilities.

Steele and Ryder climb onto the bed. They’re kneeling on either side of me. Holt still towers over me, his biceps flexing as he uses his forearms to keep himself up.

I’m surrounded by male beauty, pure virility, rugged power, and dominant lords who secretly own the world and don’t care to show it. But I can't do this.

“This will help,” Steele says.

Chapter Ten

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