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His free hand traveled down my body, dipping into my shorts, and then his fingers separated me. I wrapped my hands around his and tried to pull it out of my pants, but he thrust two fingers deep inside. I cried out, bucking against the fullness.

“Always so wet and ready. My perfect little pet.” He pumped his fingers, caressing my inner walls expertly.

“Please, no,” I whimpered.

He slipped his fingers out and rubbed my clit. It was so intense and incredible. His name escaped my lips in a soft moan. Holy fuck, he knew how to drive a woman crazy. I rode his fingers wildly, completely forgetting there were other people in the room. He established a rhythm that had me delirious and wanting to scream.

“Brothers, what do you think, should I make her come right here? All in favor?” His voice was dark and dangerous and brought me back to reality.

Two voices rang out almost immediately. “Aye.”

Frantically, I tried to get his hand out of my shorts. I dug my fingernails into his forearm. “I hate you,” I sobbed, as he squeezed my throat tighter.

“Say another word, and after I’m done, your other Kings will make you come as well.” His words created a visual that had my body responding in ways I hadn’t thought possible.

Raw lust and desperation swirled together in my core. Alek doubled his efforts and added his thumb into the mix. Drawing rhythmic circles on my clit. It shattered me. I’d used every ounce of strength I had to fight, and now I just wanted to come. Instinctively, I bucked my hips hard against his fingers. They felt good inside of me, and my knees went weak.

“Such a needy girl,” he growled in my ear. I moved my hands and fucked his fingers like a whore. “Now, on the count of three, you’re going to come for me. Do you understand?”

“I won’t,” I sobbed defiantly as a moment of shame hit. I hated how much I loved him exercising control over me, especially publicly like this.Why did I love this so much? What the hell was wrong with me?

“You will, kitten. It’s going to be fucking glorious. Three,” he counted, as he massaged my G-spot. I whimpered and realized at that moment I’d lost.

“Two. God, you’re dripping all over my fingers. Such a messy pussy.”

“Don’t, I’ll be a good girl,” I cried out, feeling my body tense in that familiar way.

“Maybe we need to revisit your safeword choice. If you want me to stop, you’ll use the established one we have. Say it,” he challenged, with a twisted look of pleasure.

“Reaper,” I moaned like the whore I was.

“No? I didn’t think so. You have no idea how much I love it. Now you’ll be my good girl and come for me when I say one. Understand?”

He squeezed my throat and gripped it with the right amount of pressure. Not too much that I couldn’t speak, but enough to let me know he was serious.

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned.

My pussy clenched around his fingers and my legs shook. As he continued his efforts, he squeezed harder. It released a rush of adrenaline and endorphins throughout my body as he restricted my airflow.

He leaned down and growled like a fucking wild animal, causing me to shudder. “Are you ready?”

My eyes rolled back into my head.

“One,” he barked.

I clung to his arm as my pussy convulsed around his fingers. My mouth opened, and I choked out his name. It felt like a dam broke free inside, nearly blinding me. I hurtled through an abyss.

My pussy continued pulsing in a never-ending, all-consuming wave of pleasure. The feeling and pressure taking place inside me was completely unreal and unlike anything I’d felt before. A rush of liquid gushed out of me, leaving me more embarrassed.

“Fuck, kitten, did you squirt for me? Oh, sweetness, you’re beyond amazing.” He kissed my lips, releasing my throat.

Sagging against him, I sobbed as he gently stroked my clit. “Shh, it’s okay, easy now. Such a good girl.” He pulled his fingers out of my shorts and pushed me toward Marcus.

“Take Kinsley to the car, please.”

Chapter 37

Kinsley

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