Page 206 of Entangled

I lay a tender hand on her cheek. “Gorgeous girl.”

Leaning in, I lick the tears from her cheek, and she shudders.

“You did so well. You’re so lovely when you hurt for me.” I kiss her vulnerable, tear-stained mouth. “Still green?”

She nods, and I feel a spike of relief. This is only introductory pain. She wears it beautifully, but I’m glad we’re not at her limit.

Beaumont squeezes her ass with a groan. “Bend over, pet. Eyes on Lucky. I need to fuck this pussy.”

His words send more tears falling from her eyes, this time, in gratitude. She’s shaking, wrecked from Beaumont’s edging.

She shouldn’t be too grateful. She’s still not going to come.

I stand and turn to Lucien, who is quaking with the effort of staying upright. As I watch, he shifts, trying to ease the pressure on his restrained balls. His face is a mask of pain now.

Beneath me, Eden falls onto her hands and knees, her breasts swinging forward, and my gaze slips to her ass.

To the writing there.

I come around to glance at the message and sigh. “Eden, donotlet Jaykob see that message.”

Beaumont snorts, and Lucky bursts out laughing. His raised ankle slips in his hands, and he collapses hard onto his knees, groaning and laughing as he rolls onto his back, curling up protectively. I purse my lips in displeasure.

This is why I don’t play with others.

Beaumont wrecked my sculpture.

I walk back over to Lucien and shove his legs down. I straddle his waist, rubbing my ass over his throbbing, swollen cock. Reaching back, I fondle his tied sac and his laugher cuts off on a choked moan. He feels so good. Taut and tender and terribly sensitive.

Having him under me quickly assuages my annoyance.

“Do you want to play with Beaumont, or do you want to play with me?” I ask silkily.

I squeeze his already strangled flesh, and he arches, the muscles in his neck cording with the agony of it.

“You,” he gasps. “You. Always you.”

There’s a squeal and a gasp, followed by a loud smack, and I look over to see Beaumont’s smile fading. There’s a feral flare in his eyes. He grips Eden’s hips with both hands and pushes his cock into her sweet cunt. Her high-pitched moan cuts the air like a whip.

He ignores it and starts fucking into her. I can hear the wet slide from here, and she starts crying out on each brutal thrust. Her glasses fall off her face with the force but catch about her neck by their chain, bouncing against her breasts.

She’s approaching anguish.

Lucien rubs his hand against my cock through my slacks, and I snarl as I snatch his wrist, that brief touch almost enough to end me.

“You know better.” I pin it to the ground next to his head.

He smiles at me, that dimple a villainous tease. “You looked uncomfortable. What kind of good submissive wouldn’t try to ease their great and powerful lord and master’s discomfort?”

Undisciplined brat.

I kiss him greedily, painfully, tasting every inch of his mouth, and he sighs into me. I hear Eden’s sobs start to crest, sounding hopelessly hoarse.

“Bend over. Match our girl. Hands and knees.”

I move off him so he can comply, and he settles in close to Eden, so they’re face to face. He reaches out and wipes a tear off her cheek, and she rubs her face into his hand.

My heart wrenches against my ribcage.

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