Page 129 of Triple Pucked
I hesitate for a moment, but now that he’s touching me, massaging in soothing motions, I am.
“We’re all be in the same room,” D’Angelo says. “It’s rather the point of this. As is the fact that I don’t need to be touching you, for you tofeelme.” He pinches me hard, and I yelp. “You should be always able to feel me.”
He’s right. And I do.
I don’t need a collar to feel the reassuring sensation of his ownership around my neck.
Now, I have the tingling ache of a bruise forming where he pinched me. It’ll be like he’s touching me, even when he stops.
“Thanks,” I say like he’s just kissed me.
D’Angelo smiles. “We’re in this together. Forever.”
“And not a day less.” I smile back.
Then his expression becomes stern again. He turns away, ignoring me as he swaggers to the bed. He throws himself onto it, indolently on the other side of Robyn.
Then he drags the pack of playing cards out of his pocket and fans them out.
“Pick one,” he offers.
That hurts.
I am the highest scorer and should be the one to choose. But I’m invisible in this room now.
Robyn turns to him, excitedly. “I hope that it’s role play. I want to play the sexy kidnappers with the wealthy but ignored captive prince.”
I knew that she’d been fantasizing about something like that.
My dick twitches in hope that she does get role play, even though it will suck for me.
Robyn taps a card.
D’Angelo turns it over with a flourish. “Ace of spades. Mystery.”
“What does that mean?” Eden asks.
D’Angelo grips Robyn by the chin, pulling her into a lingering kiss.
I grit my teeth in frustration.
Then D’Angelo glances over his shoulder at me. “It means that we’re going to fuck all night on this bed. We’ll make Robyn come at least five times more in ways that she hasn’t even fantasized. And your brother will only be allowed to watch silently from that chair.”
I turn my agonized gaze to Eden, pleadingly.
Eden tilts his head, considering me, before he nods. “Fair.”
Whatever happened to the Circle of Twins?
Tormented (but in the best way that I would never admit to D’Angelo isn’t punishment now that I can feel his touch on me in the bruise marking my leg), I watch Eden and D’Angelo working together to lay our Robyn down between them.
When they stroke her skin, and she moans, I moan too.
I am so hard that it hurts.
I clench and unclench my hands.
I feel both too hot and yet chilled.
