Page 22 of Mastered By Bliss

The guys are breathing hard.I think they’re approaching their releases, too.Maybe they’ll take it without me.That’ll be okay.Sex can still be fun without orgasms, and I’m too scared to take mine—if it doesn’t happen, I’m okay with that.

“Come, Leah.”Gage strokes harder and faster, but still exceedingly gentle.

I shake my head.“I can’t—I can’t do it.”

“Youcan,” Gage says.“It’s going to be okay, little one, I promise.”

Dmitri puts his hand against my throat, exerting gentle pressure.“We’re right here with you, holding you.Come now, Leah—come on your daddies’ cocks.”

Gage slams hard into me, commanding.“Now.”

Dmitri’s filthy instructions, Gage’s final word of encouragement—they fling me over the edge and into bliss.

I cry out, all of my muscles tightening, squeezing.Dmitri swears, Gage groans.Their cocks pulse inside me, warm liquid heat filling me in both places.

Wow.Fuck.We just did the thing.And I didn’t split in two.

I’m still afraid to move, so I let the men take care of me, moving me this way and that, cleaning me up, wiping away their sticky come.The entire time, they praise me, each in their own way—Dmitri with dirty descriptions of how we have to do that again, andsoon, because I’m so fucking amazing he can’t stand it.And Gage with quiet approval, demanding that I enjoy myself just as much next time, if not more, because I’ll know what to expect.

After, we lie down.Gage tucks me against his chest so I’m facing Dmitri.I link my fingers with Dmitri’s.“Stay?”

He leans forward to kiss my cheek before settling back against the pillow.“I’ll stay.”

I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I’m woken by a loud, repetitive ringtone.

“Whose phone is ringing?”Dmitri pulls a pillow over his head.“Kill it.Kill it dead.”

Something clatters on Gage’s nightstand before he finds his phone.He answers with a bleary, “Claudia?”

Her voice is clear through the speaker—and full of fear.“Gage.Someone’s chasing us.”

“Chasing you?Aren’t you in rehab?”

“Jess got me out for the night—doesn’t matter.We’re in her car.A car keeps ramming us, trying to run us off the road.”

“Call the police.”His voice is firm and calm, but I can hear a sliver of panic.“Get off the phone with me and call them.”

“We’re trying with Jess’s phone, but can’t get through—shit, Gage?—”

A deafeningbang.

Someone screams—Claudia or Jess, it isn’t clear.

The line goes dead.

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Leah

Gage does something on his phone.Not speaking.Ordering a car, maybe?

I cover myself with the sheet and sit up to watch him.

He’s leaving—I know without him saying anything.Of course he’s going down there to be with Claudia and Jess…whatever happened.

Please let Claudia be okay.Jess, too.

I don’t blame him for going to them, but my heart is wrapped up around my throat, squeezing me with fear.

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