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Too good to be true, indeed.

Beau’s hand necklaces my throat in a gentle mimicry of Jasper’s hold on Lucky. He pulls me up by it, directing me with slow, easy confidence until I’m standing in front of him. Then higher still, until I’m on my tip-toes and struggling to balance.

“Is that fair, darlin’? You want to make Jasper happy, don’t you? He’s going to be working so hard. You’re going to behave no matter what I do to you, isn’t that right? The least you can do is take what I’m going to give you like a good, grateful girl.”

My whole body feels like weeping, and it’s a fight to keep the despair out of my face when I nod. “Yes, Beau.”

Beau kisses my lips sweetly again, right as his hand tightens on my neck, and the dual, overwhelming sensations make me shudder. My calves start to ache, but even a small drop of my heels makes my neck strain against his grip.

Jasper’s eyes watch and watch and watch, until the uncertainty in his expression has vanished entirely. He’s Lucifer, banished of doubts and the desire for purity. Only degenerate, ungodly intent lines his face now.

Danger makes the air barbed and spicy, but desire makes me crave the bite.

“Very well, then, Beaumont. You get your wish,” Jasper surveys me with open lust, and I can see his cock, hard and pressing against his slacks. “Welcome to the show.”

Chapter45

Jasper

Survival tip #152

The reward for giving in

may be worth the torment of holding back.

It’s almost too much want, all at once.

Eden is lovely in her misery. Her mouth is a soft, pouty moue of sadness, and her breaths are already coming in nervous little pants. It’sobscene. Her curiosity might wreck me, but here, Beaumont is giving me a soft place to land.

Lucien hasn’t stopped pressing those soft, bristly kisses to my throat—an indulgent liberty I’d usually stop him taking without permission, but it feels so unforgivably decadent that I can’t bring myself to do it. His entire body is pressed against me. His cock is hard and heavy against my hip, and almost entirely visible in the pathetic excuse for clothing that is his sweatpants.

I pull him off my neck and up to my mouth, kissing him fiercely. Deeply. He’s quivering with the need to be fucked, just as Eden is, and since they so messily indulged in one another, we’re now free to do the same.

His mouth sears me, too decadent and delicious to enjoy for long if I want this to last. I tear his hair tie free of his bun, so his hair tumbles out wildly around him, then push him away from me.

“Remove your sweatpants, Lucien. Let our submissive admire all of you.”

He salutes teasingly, shoots a wink at Eden, and he rids himself of his clothes in an instant.

As he turns, I admire every glorious inch of him. His body is breathtaking, andfinally, I have reign over it.Mybody—to touch, and fuck, and break.

My cock is painful, trapped in my slacks, but I ignore it. I will enjoy fucking him, intensely, but this part is the real joy for me.

Their submission.

Theirneed.

“Is there anything you would like to add to your usual limits?” I ask, snapping the hair tie around my wrist. “Any concerns?”

Lucien’s dimple plays with me, and with his hair out like this, he’s enough to steal my breath.

But I can see the brat in him before the words are even out of his mouth.

“No concerns at all. All your toys are in the house.” Lucien’s eyes twinkle. “But don’t worry. I’m down for a spanking. It’ll be cute.”

Eden makes a strangled sound, and I raise a slow, deliberate brow, filing that particular insult away for later. I don’t want to take today too far. I’m wary of frightening Eden, and Lucien and I are still finding our way.

But it doesn’t give him carte blanche.

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