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She clamped her thighs around her fist and squirmed against it. Why was she feeling so horny? Not because of him. No way. He’d pushed her around, treated her like an object... she was not into that! Not beyond fantasy anyway, or a little light roleplay—the kind of roleplay that Jason refused to participate in, but that was fine, it was something she could live without.

Good old vanilla lovemaking, only when she instigated, that was enough for her.

In conclusion, it never happened. Not toher.ThisIvy Tyler had never driven to Sever Mark’s property, never felt the humiliation of his tactile appraisal of her body, and she’d most definitely never seen his magnificent cock.

“Stop it!” she said aloud and tucked her hands under chin, determined not to touch herself with that snake in her image bank.

“Mmn... Jase...”

Ivy clasped her ankles at the small of Jason’s back as he drove into her languidly, rhythmically, trailing his lips down her neck.

She noticed then that her arms were stretched above her head; her wrists bound by a long, black whip. What was it attached to? Extending toward the ceiling with no end in sight, she hung from it, naked, her husband fucking her, suspended in the center of a room she slowly recognized as Sever Mark’s den.

“Do we need to draw you a picture?” Jason said as another set of hands, rough and invasive, roamed over her breasts from behind.

There was a kiss on the other side of her neck, and she felt him there now, blanketing her back like warm, oiled bathwater.Sever. The name passed her lips like a whispered prayer. Her skin hummed and she arched backward toward him, wanting more.

La Griffe Du Diable

The words on the French devil posters kept changing as she writhed between her husband and his father.

Une Blonde Morte Pour Le Diable

“You’re doing it wrong,” Sever told his son, then grabbed him by the throat.

A breathy gasp escaped her as she watched their tongues touch, their lips smash together. Frustrated that she couldn’t wedge herself between their mouths, she rolled her hips, supplicating, greedy for attention and release.

Famille Du Diable

Father and son broke apart, and Sever looked down at her through heavy-lidded eyes to say, “Did we not tell you how this works?”

“Show me,” Ivy said, and he responded with a cryptic smile.

He pulled her close, so close that Jason disappeared along with the walls, the floors, the ceiling. It was just the two of themspot-lit in the pitch black, and all she wanted at that moment was to be in Sever’s possession. To be overpowered by him,keptby him,devouredby him... andthank godhe didn’t make her wait.

Fingers pinching her sensitive hips, he spread her open with his cockhead and slowly eased her down, further and further as they spun, suspended in mid-air above the void. Sunset-hued watercolor flowers bloomed and exploded before her eyes as she reveled in the exquisite sensation of Sever swelling inside of her, filling a deep, visceral space that she didn’t know was there, feeding a hunger she never knew she had.

Rematerializing at her front, Jason roughly turned her mouth to Sever’s and whispered in her ear, “Bienvenue à la famille.”

Welcome to the family.

His voice still echoing, Ivy opened her eyes.

She was in her bed, lying on her side. Her pussy was spasming from a skin-tingling dream that left her mind the moment she woke. All she knew was that Jason had whispered something in her ear...

Behind her, she heard tinny, faraway music, and spun around to see Jason propped up against the headboard, scribbling notes on a legal brief lit by his neck lamp, earbuds playing the songLayla.

Knowing he only ever used one earbud, she asked, “What time is it?”

“Midnight oil time.” He muted the music to deadpan, “Sorry, did I wake you from your wild sex dream?”

She cringed. “Oh no, did I moan?”

“Moaned, groaned, sighed... All the sounds.” He twitched a brow. “Question is... who was the guy?”

“Believe it or not, it was you,” she said snidely.

“Boring,” he said and looked back at his notes, making her chuckle.

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