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“Don’t fucking call my name until you’re screaming it.”

I nodded, earning another sharp slap. “Yes, Sir,” I yelped.

He thrust his fingers back inside me and rubbed my G-spot with his two fingers as his thumb worked my clit.

“Holy shit,” I panted out, and he pushed his palm into my clit as his fingers fucked me. I widened my legs more, hearing him groan. My back arched, and I clutched the sheets in my hands as he brought me closer.

“Tell me with words that you’ll always be my dirty little slut anytime I want.”

Holy hell what was he doing to me? The wordsdirty little slutwere said almost reverently. If he didn’t stop talking, I was going to come without him giving me permission. His soft but commanding tone drove me crazy.

“Yes, Sir, I’ll be whatever pleases you.” I was milliseconds away as my legs shook uncontrollably.

“If you want to come tonight, you’ll need to beg me for it.”

His fingers thrust in and out. He leaned down and took one of my nipples in his mouth. Sucking softly before he bit down on it. My heart raced as my body responded to his mouth on my breasts and his fingers wreaking havoc between my legs.

As I begged him for more, I was vaguely aware that the rising noises were coming from me, but I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was the fire between my legs and that, at any second, he was going to send me crashing.

“That’s my girl. Look at you fucking yourself on my hand. So damn dirty, my fingers are soaking.”

“Ni—” He slapped my pussy once more.

“I said do not call out my name unless you’re screaming it. I want you to make sure that Ivan and Alek can hear. Understand? Scream for Daddy, you dirty little slut.”

He knew exactly what he was doing with that low growl in my ear. Plunging his fingers back inside me, he ran his thumb over my clit, causing me to suck in my breath.

In hard, rhythmic waves, my pussy clenched around his fingers as I let out a scream. His name fell from my lips over and over as I bucked violently under his hand, coming hard.

“That’s it, you fucking dirty little slut, come for Daddy,” he said, a rumble of satisfaction vibrating from deep inside his chest.

He brought me down slowly, watching me with that dark gaze he got. I wondered if he was thinking about all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. I shivered, wondering if I would let him. Something inside me told me I would.

Lying there in the afterglow with him, I knew. A profound sense of peace and warmth came over me. I was hopelessly lost to these men. The mental claritythat came with the intense release was startling. For a small moment in time, I’d allowed myself to bask in this newfound feeling.

Chapter 44

Ivan

Spreader Bars & Light Reading

Kinsley was dressed and ready to go before I was this morning. She was pacing the dining room when we walked in. My eyes were immediately drawn to her. Her sexy body was clad in a pair of light-pink workout pants that accentuated her round ass in ways that didn’t seem legal.

Alek frowned, and I knew he was thinking that every guy in the gym would be checking her out. Her top wasn’t helping, as it was snuggly fit across her breasts, and while it had a mock collar and no cleavage was being shown, it was a crop top with a double crisscross pattern on the back.

“He’ll go for it. Why wouldn’t he? I mean, it’s not like it’s sensual batcha. It’s only hand-to-hand. So if I pick a general song, keep the moves less sensual, he has to go for it,” she mumbled to herself before flashing us a brilliant smile.

“What does he have to go for, and who exactly ishe?” Alek asked her with a stern look.

“Oh, nothing, I was talking to myself. Or, well, thinking out loud. Don’t tell Marcel I talk to myself. He’ll only add another session to my ever-growing schedule.” She groaned and plopped down in her seat.

“Maybe you need some more sessions,” Alek teased.

“No, thank you, I’d like fewer, actually, especially now. The whole awkward thing he suggested you all get me—”

“Awkward? From the screaming we heard last night, I would think you’d be happy with the suggestion,” Alek interrupted. She had the most comical expression on her face as it turned beet red.

“Those screams had nothing to do with some stupid toy. That was all the Crow’s work. I think, though, you should probably prepare yourself for your own Marcel session.” She smirked.

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