Page 107 of Princes of Hollywood

“Come here, poppet.” Roarke motions me over, and when I get close, he drags me down onto his lap.

No one talks. An empty feeling forms in the pit of my stomach. I want to get out of here, but I also want to stay.

“Am I in trouble?” I need to know. I won’t cry. My chest aches, but I won’t cry. This is just the way my life goes.

How many times can I lose something before I find what I need?

“What?” Aiden straightens, suddenly alert. His blue eyes widen. “No, little warrior. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I assumed you didn’t want me screening this where anyone else could hear it.” Mason’s eyes meet mine. The screens behind him come to life, and there Aiden and I are in Aiden’s room on the screen as Wyatt closes the door.

“Oh.” Relief flows through me, but then my face heats. Oh my god! It was recorded?

Mason turns his chair to face the monitors. Every word, every touch is there in black and white and in color. From a couple of different angles, even. Roarke shifts below me when I show them my panties on the screen.

“How many times did you come, poppet?” Roarke whispers in my ear as he rearranges me on his lap. My legs fall on either side of his, and then he opens his legs, spreading me wide. I lean back against his chest. When the cool air brushes against my damp panties, I suck in a breath.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, watching myself writhe on Wyatt’s cock. He felt so thick and hard against my clit. My insides are on a steady simmer, being surrounded by these men and their heated gaze on my image on the screens.

“I thought you turned off the cameras?” Aiden’s voice is strong, and I turn to look at him.

Is he angry?

“I hadn’t yet.” Mason smirks. On the screen, Aiden slides his fingers into my ass. “I’m glad I didn’t.”

“Me too.” Aiden’s words are breathless. Guess he’s okay with it.

Moving in front of me, Wyatt’s hazel eyes meet mine.

“I took in the live show.” He drops down to kneel in front of me and Roarke. His gaze shifts to Roarke over my shoulder. “How wet is she?”

Roarke slides his hands up my thighs to where my pussy aches. Anticipation flows hot and heavy through my veins. His hand slips down the front of my panties to cup my bare pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper as he thrusts his finger inside me. No teasing, just right there.

“So fucking wet.” Roarke kisses my ear. Sparks tumble over themselves down to settle in my pussy. His finger thrusts in and out. My hips chase it, ready for more. “Can you hear how wet she is?”

Wyatt smirks. “That’s because I came inside her. Didn’t I, kitten?”

“Did you like Wyatt’s thick cock in your pussy, poppet?” Roarke adds another finger, stretching me.

“He only put the tip in,” I moan out as I see Aiden, Wyatt, and me on the screen. Aiden’s fingers are inside me, thrusting in and out. My moan fills the room from the speakers.

“Close your legs, Roarke,” Wyatt says.

Roarke does and takes his fingers out of my pussy. I whimper at the sudden emptiness, but Wyatt stands me up and draws my panties down my legs while Roarke lowers my zipper and undoes my bra. Wyatt removes the rest of my clothes.

I hear and feel Roarke moving behind me.

As soon as I’m naked, Roarke draws me back down on his lap. I hiss at the heat of his skin against my back and legs. His bare cock slots against my ass.

“I’m good with whatever you want to do, poppet, but I’d love to feel your wet pussy surrounding my cock.” His voice, his words, his touch push my temperature even hotter as he widens his legs, spreading me open for Wyatt. Fuck, I’d give this man anything he wants.

Wyatt’s mouth closes over my pussy as Roarke fills his hands with my breasts. I moan at the overwhelming feeling of them both surrounding me, touching me, tempting me.

Fuck, I’ll never get tired of watching you take a cock, kitten. Wyatt’s words from earlier fill the room.

“Me neither, poppet,” Roarke whispers in my ear. “You’re such a good girl for us.”

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