Page 191 of Piece Us Together

“Did he say why?” I ask.

“He—” Maison breathes out, shaky and harsh. His bottom lip trembles. “I told myself I wouldn’t beg. Before I gave myself up to them, for the operation, the night they—when they all…whatever. I said the one thing I wouldn’t do for those fuckers was beg. I’d take whatever they dished out. They couldn’t kill me, you know? Whatever they’d do to me, I’d survive it. It was one fucking night. Justonenight. I could withstand anything for one night.”

“Maison, no one—”

“But I begged,” he says over Nolan. His chin ducks down. “I begged and begged andbegged.” He sucks in another breath. It sounds heavy. Wet. “I begged so hard and they didn’tstop. They didn’tlisten.”

I slide my hand to the back of his neck and guide him forward, letting him press his face to my chest. Nolan adjusts until he’s curled up against us, Maison’s chin resting on his head. Maison shudders.

“I’ll always listen to you, Maison.”

“I know.” He nods jerkily. “I know you will. That’s why—begging with you—it’s safe. I can beg and feel helpless and—and desperate. I can beg and beg and beg. But in the end, it’ll be okay because you—you’ll listen. You’ll give me what I need. Itrust youto give me what I need.”

My throat threatens to close up. I blink hard a few times. “Thank you. Maison, that—that means a lot to me. More than I can explain.”

Maison exhales, heavy and shaky. He moves the arm around my back until he can tighten his hand on my shoulder. I can tell it’s killing him not to be able to move the other right now. Not to be able to grab us both tight. I do it for him, winding my arm around Nolan and leaning into it so I can grab Maison’s side too.

“My beautiful boys,” I murmur, taking turns kissing each of their heads. “So good for me. So fucking strong and brave and good.”

Nolan whimpers, Maison following the sound with a shudder.

“We’re going to be okay,” I promise them. A promise I’vebeenmaking. A promise I’ll make for the rest of our lives, if they’ll let me. “We’re going to be great.”

I don’t know which of us kisses who first. It’s sort of a sudden flash of movement and then lips and hands are everywhere. I have just enough forethought to reach out and press Maison’s arm back down before it can get wet or hurt as two sets of teeth nip at my lips and someone’s hand squeezes my side tight enough to sting. Nolan’s ass rocks against my cock, begging it to harden despite the emotional moment, and Maison is makingsoft gasping sounds as I lick a stripe up his neck. Water is sloshing and a candle sizzles and smokes out.

Maison speaks first, ripping his head away with a sharp, “Reward!”

“Reward?” I ask breathlessly, my mind seemingly full of nothing but lust and what feels like bubble bath.

“Said if I go to Singh, if I make a plan, I’ll get a reward.”

I manage to pull myself together enough to remember that promise. I take in Maison’s flushed face and bright blue eyes, Nolan’s mess of sweaty, bubbly hair, and a bite mark on his jaw.

I grin. It feels dangerous. Feral. It must look it too, from the way they both shiver.

“Oh, kitten.” I take his chin, tilting it just to remind him I can. “I’m going to make you beg so fucking hard.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Maison

Hunter leaves the bath first, toweling himself off slowly, giving us a goddamn show. That alone has me starting to worry about what I’m in for. His promise to make me beg hard was hot in the moment, but now I’m picturing it and thinking I’m probably going to go fucking crazy.

Maybe he’ll go easy on me?

I nearly laugh. Hunter isn’t the kind of guy to go easy. Not when he knows you can take it.

Fuck me.

He towels each of us off, lingering on our matching erections until we’re both dripping with precum instead of bath water. Then he blows out the candles and guides us to the bedroom.

I’m used to him getting Nolan situated first, then having me go wherever I’m needed. Tonight, it’s me who he has lie down first, my head and shoulders on the pillows. He pulls my arm to the side and places it on a smaller throw pillow. Nolan stands by the side of the bed, cock hard and pupils dilated as he watches me be manhandled into the exact position Hunter wants me in.

Hunter leaves us then, not saying a word. I track him with my eyes, heart in my throat, to where he goes to the closet. I don’t have long to spin out about what he could be getting from there. It’s only seconds before he’s returning, two hanks of blue rope in his hands. I gulp.

He grins.

“You did so well keeping your hands where I put them last time,” he muses. “But I plan on pushing you much, much harder this time, so I think you might need some help.”

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