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Knoxe sucked on the lollipop and gave me his cock and his thumb, his bell ringing with each snap of his hips. I groaned over Pascal’s length, and him shudder at the vibrations.

“Songbird,” he moaned.

Tor flicked his arm, warning him to stay in character.

“Sorry, thief.” Pascal’s pace picked up, owning my damn mouth, and I loved every glide of him inside me, and the tingle of his bell as he moved.

Tor circled my left nipple with his forefinger, and my nerves went into a catastrophic meltdown at all the stimulation.

Knoxe took me to the edge of climax and deprived me of his cock and finger. “You don’t get to come until I’m satisfied you’re sorry.”

Pascal’s fingers laced in my hair. “Are you sorry, my thief? I don’t think you are.” I moaned my arousal over him, and he dominated my mouth in ways he never dared before.

Knoxe gave me what I needed, snapping into me, growling, “Tell me how sorry you are, my thief.”

I rolled my hips, chasing the friction and popped off Pascal’s cock. “So sorry. Forgive me, please, Capo.

My scalp burned from Pascal’s grip. “Not good enough!”

He forced himself back in my mouth. Whoa! Who kidnapped my sweet man and replaced him with this sexy devil?

Knoxe increased the pressure on my clit, alternating between back-and-forth slides, circles, and light taps of his cock, driving me to the point of insanity if I didn’t come.

Pascal released my mouth, swiping my bottom lip, and I sucked the tip of his head. “What do you have to say?”

“I’m sorry,” I played along, tickling his bell, making it jingle. “Please. I’ll be a good girl. Let me come.”

Pascal glanced between Tor and Knoxe.

Tor licked his finger and made a show of turning the page, reading the next line. “I don’t think she’s repentant, P-Man.”

I slapped at his thigh for going off script.

Pascal seized my hair. “Definitely not sorry, Candyman.”

“What do we do to sinners, Knoxe?” Tor asked his other partner in crime.

“Punish them,” my Viking replied, driving into me and not stopping until I met the point of detonation and quaked over him and Pascal in my mouth.

Tor didn’t give me a breather, lifting me off Knoxe and spinning me around, fisting his cock, rattling his bell. I lowered my mouth over him, and Knoxe rimmed my clit with the lollipop until he was hard again and slammed into me.

The three of them repeated these games all night, teasing me, denying me orgasm until I begged for forgiveness, and they granted it, casting me out of the darkness of Hell into the light of Heaven. Over and fucking over I sang their names until I lost my voice and was a sweaty, sticky, exhausted mess.

Knoxe carried me to the bathroom to shower me with Pascal by his side, and Tor wheeled slightly behind us. Inside the stall, my three men were so gentle, rinsing off the sweat and cum, lathering me with soap and rubbing it over every inch of my weary muscles.

“I loved all my surprises.” I caressed Pascal’s jaw, earning a soft kiss, more like my sweet, shy man. “Thank you for being so wonderful to me.”

“I’m glad, Songbird.” He kissed me back, taking all of me, my tongue, my moans, the water dripping from me, and the love I poured into him.

Tor got jealous, and nudged Pascal out of the way for some slow, steamy kisses of his own. Knoxe eventually fended him off to conquer my mouth, and I delighted as they all took turns, kissing me, holding me, adoring me.

By the time we were done, we laid together in a heap, limbs under and over each other. We didn’t move until the lights-out alarm went off, and the guards locked my men and me in my cell together. I had the best night’s sleep I ever had, even without my men, and I dreamed of even raunchier scenes while I slept.

CHAPTER 27 - PASCAL

Barely a minute into Astra’s first day back on duty, and she yawned, slouching in her computer chair. To be fair, we exhausted her last night, and she almost fell asleep in Knoxe’s arms when he carried her to the shower. At breakfast, she looked like she could do with another few hours’ sleep to recover.

I reached over, clasping her spare hand, setting it on my knee, enjoying the weight and warmth of it. That, and I practiced acclimatizing myself to longer stints of human connection.

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