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I shuffled forward and Cian laughed. The sound made me want to fight him and cum all at once. Instead, I simply stared as Cian's head fell back. My eyes were drawn to his dick. I wanted a taste so bad it hurt.

"You don't get to cum," Cian said.

"What?" I asked, my hand stuttering as I stared at him.

"I said you can't cum," he reiterated as he sat up and grinned at me. "It's a punishment. Not fun for you." He lifted his hips as he panted. "Fuck, fuck!" Cian called. He snatched the bowl from the table and stroked himself through his climax. Ropes of cum decorated the food. When he was done, he sat back as his cock went soft. "Eat. I can't play with you properly if you don't have any food on your stomach."

I stared at him in shock. "You can't be serious."

"Do it," he snapped as he sat the bowl on the floor. "And only eat with your mouth. You don't deserve any utensils." He gazed at Ronan. "Don't glare at me. He wanted to step to me and run his fuckin' mouth? He'll get the punishment he was craving."

Why was it so easy for Cian to embarrass me? One word, one order, and I was putty in his hands. I stared at the food on the ground, and my stomach twisted with need. Skipping dinner, drinking, and then going straight to bed had been a mistake. I was starved.

"Eat, princess," Cian said as he reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair. "Come on, before it gets cold."

He shoved my head toward the bowl. I sucked in a breath as I inhaled the scent of the food decorated with his creamy cum. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue. Cian's cum assaulted my tastebuds, all salty and warm. I should have hated it, but my cock betrayed me again. It twitched hard, my pulse ramping up as I lapped at the food. Despite how much I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, I couldn't. Instead, I started to devour what I'd been given.

"Told you he was a good little slut," Cian laughed. "See? You've been babying him too hard."

"I don't baby him."

"You do," Cian argued. "You should get him some water so he doesn't choke. I need to check the perimeter." His fingers tangled in my hair. "Next time, I'll feed you my cock directly."

I groaned despite myself. My pants were still around my ankles, my heart racing as I forced myself not to crawl after him and beg for more. I'd clearly lost my mind, but I didn't want to stop.

I wanted them to own me. Even if I hated them for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT

FINNIAN

I staredinto the bedroom as Jack slept. He'd spent the day before mostly confined to his room after his run-in with Cian. Of course Cian had to be the one to take it too damn far. I'd already crossed a line, but he jumped right over it and danced. I wanted to strangle him. Jack hadn't seemed to hate it too much, but still. I wanted to get Jack in line, not turn it into something sexual.

Even if I did have a hard on when I spanked him yesterday.

My cock had a mind of its own. I'd always had a thing for discipline, for order, and good behavior. Seeing Jack over my knee had brought up all of those wants and desires. Even if I thought he was a little shit, knowing that I could train him to behave made me eager. Until he said he knew I didn't want to be there watching him. Now that had made me feel like shit.

"Pervert."

I turned on my heels, my hand wrapped around a muscular throat. Cian grinned at me, but there was fire behind his eyes. A dare.

"What are you doing?" I muttered.

"Watching you watch Jack." His grin grew. "Don't you just want to go in there, rip off those shorts, and shove your cock up his ass? I know I do," he said as he reached down to adjust himself through his jeans.

I shoved Cian back. "Get the fuck out of here," I said as I advanced on him. "He's already going through enough shit."

"You mean the way he gave you big old puppy eyes about you having to watch over him? Admit it. You felt bad about that."

I narrowed my eyes at Cian, trying to push away the reality of his words. Maybe I had felt a little bad. Maybe I was...harsh. I hadn't meant to drag him over my knee yesterday and punish him, but it was part of me. Something that worked its way up as I stared at his smug face and nonchalant attitude. Now I had to live with that.

"Enough," I snapped at Cian. "What I did was stupid."

"Or fun," Cian said. "Loosen up, why don't you?"

I shoved a hand against his chest as he tried to advance on me. "Fuck off. I don't need to have fun. I need to do my goddamn job."

"You're so boring. Is that why you've been alone for so long?"

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