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They were both gorgeous in their own way. Their chiseled bodies like those carved-out marble statues picturing Greek gods of old.

Vince grabbed a handful of hair. Her head shot up, and she looked straight into his eyes.

“There’s nothing that I want more than to just plunge into your pussy. To drill you for hours, days, making you come as you’re draped around my dick. Watching you with Sy and not touching you fucking nearly crippled me. I didn’t think you were ready for both of us yet. ’Cause before you can do that, you had to be right in the head.”

He thought her cracked in the head? “How dare you—”

He tightened the hold on her hair, almost to the point of pain. “I’m not finished. I’ve tried, I really did, but I’m done trying. You want to act like everything is okay? That Franco didn’t damage you? Pretend that you are experienced and just want a romp between the sheets? Fine, let’s have it your way. Buckle up, sweetheart, because it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

Her heart skipped several beats, doing the lambada. Her skin grew hot, and the heat between her legs increased tenfold, turning into lava.

His words sounded like both a promise and a threat. Why did it make her both hot and scared? Most of all, why did it give her the feeling she’d bitten off more than she could chew?

CHAPTER 17

CARMEN

They had her undressed and flat on her back in the blink of an eye. Sy had positioned his large body on top of her. His wide shoulder rose above her, shutting out any glimpse she could get from the room. Not that she was interested in the room when his warm, comforting body was on top of hers. The spark in his eyes promised her both pleasure and pain. If there had ever been a moment she should look for cover, to protect her body, heart, and soul, it would be now. Because whatever was going to happen in this room, in her core she knew, it was going to change her life.

His tongue swept into her mouth as he spread her legs wider. The growing bulge against her stomach told her this time he wasn’t going to stop. This time, they would go all the way, the three of them. And she was okay with that. She was tired of denying what her body desired and her heart wanted. Tired of hiding, being afraid, not asking for comfort. Even if it would be temporary, a moment of crazy, she was going to take it.

Come what may.

Sy’s dick brushed over her clit, making her crazy with want. She pulled up her legs and crossed them over his back, digging her heels into his ass. Even though they were locked skin to skin, he still felt too far away. She needed more. So much more. She needed friction, heat, anything to cease the building heat in her.

“Please…”

He didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, he tore away her panties, and pushed a thick finger inside. She hissed. It felt good, but not nearly enough.

A protest formed on her lips, but he shut that down by deepening his kiss. Her vision spun, the room disappeared, and she didn’t know where his kiss started and hers ended. There was nowhere she wanted to be more than right here on this bed, with Sy between her legs.

When he got on his knees, the simmering heat that had clouded her vision slowly disappeared. She looked to the side of the bed to find Vince standing there. A very naked Vince, who seemed to be at the end of his patience. For a moment, all she could do was admire his cut body. Even though he wasn’t as big as Sy, he sure packed some muscle. Broad shoulders, a tight six pack that screamed that he worked out, and a happy trail she couldn’t wait to explore.

She didn’t protest when he grabbed her hands and put cuffs around her wrists. By the time he was finished, her arms were spread out in a V and chained to the headboard. Even though she was restrained, she had never felt so free. She could finally let go. Get out of her head, and soon, out of her own body.

She expected him to do the same to her ankles, but he didn’t. Without saying a word, he disappeared from her sight again.

“He’s getting supplies,” Sy answered. He lay next to her, a hand under his head, the other playing with her pussy, keeping it hot and wet. Her legs got restless and she started to move closer to him. This earned her a tap to her clit.

“Ouch.”

“You only get what we give you.” He flipped her onto her stomach.

She yelped when his palm landed on her ass. More swats followed, rapidly making her butt feel as if it were on fire. She turned her head to the left. Nothing there to see but a maroon wall decorated with paintings of women receiving pleasure. Even in the state she was in, face down, butt being spanked, she felt her cheeks flame up. Just looking at those paintings of women in several stages of getting fucked got her going.

Then she turned to the right. From here, she could see Vince take items out of the mahogany cabinets. Her eyes landed on a nipple clamp, and several whips. His harsh features told her she’d pushed his limits too far. He wasn’t going to stop. Her vision turned dark for a second and she started counting to ten. Once. Twice.

When she opened her eyes, the bed dipped in. Vince sat next to her, and his fingers brushed over her cheek.

He grabbed her chin. “Do you know your safe words?”

Up close, she had a marvelous view of his abs. They were a dream come true. Not an ounce of body fat on them. She remembered him as a nineteen-year-old. He hadn’t been exactly scrawny back then, but nothing had prepared her for the all grown up man he was today. Even if her mind told her she shouldn't trust him again, her body screamed to pounce on him. Then she saw something she hadn’t noticed before; a nasty scar on his right abdomen. She wondered what had caused it.

“Carmen.” His voice was like a whip. The fingers dug into her scalp even harder. “Focus.”

Right. Safe words. There was only one that really mattered. “Red means stop.”

“That’s right. You say that and everything ends. We are going to push you tonight. Some punishments may seem harsh and unpleasant. You might want to call it all off and yell red too fast. That’s why we have orange. You say the word and we’ll slow down.”

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