Page 51 of Princess of Thieves

Will spanks me, again, and then again, the blows getting harder and harder, the pain building. Until it stops.

I whimper, and a deep laugh rolls out from behind me.

“God, she’s perfect.” Will’s palm rubs against my sore, aching flesh. “You like that half as much as I did, Maren, and I’ll—”

“Yes,” I murmur, interrupting. And glance at Rob. “I did. I want you, Will.” I bite out every word. “I want you to fuck me.”

Rob’s jaw tenses, his eyes locked on mine.

And I don’t break away.

Not when I feel Will shift, hear his clothes softly hit the ground. Not when the blunt, smooth pressure of him slidesagainst my entrance and I feel myself drip on and around him, not even as he cups my breasts.

“Are you ready for this?” Will says—though to Rob or to me, I don’t know.

“Yes,” I tell him. I don’t know who’s punishing who anymore, but I don’t care. I press back against Will’s cock, feeling it slip into me, pushing, pushing. “Please.”

“Whatever you want,” he murmurs. “Anything.”

He thrusts, and my head spins.

I gasp as he fills me, smooth and slick, again, again, and I press into his hands, forcing the firm flesh of my nipples between his fingers, arching my back and tipping my neck upward.

It’s good. It’s so, so fucking good.

And Rob knows it.

“She likes that. Don’t you, Maren?” Will’s voice comes from behind me, his tone a sharp, taunting challenge. “Look at me.”

Will’s fingers curl around my hip, and at first I’m confused, not sure how to move, where to go. But then Will speaks again.

“That’s it,” he rumbles. “Look at me. Look at me while I make her come.”

My cheeks burn, realizing what he’s saying. Will’s grip tightens, and he starts to thrust harder, faster.

“Fuck, Will,” Rob mutters.

“Mmm.” Will’s voice is a growl. “I know. She’s perfect.”

I let my gaze drift slowly, gradually forward so I can look at Rob. There’s a feral energy radiating off him, his erection pushing against his jeans, and nothing he can do.

Nothing he can do, and everything I can.

“There you go, Maren,” Will says. “Watch him while I take you. Make him wish he were buried deep inside you like I—”

“Fuuuck,” Rob groans.

“You love this, don’t you, Maren?” Will continues, his voice tight.

“Yes,” I say. It’s true. I don’t care. It’s true. Whatever the fuck this is, I want it.

“Good.” Will thrusts, deeper, and a moan escapes me. “Now, make me come.”

The suddenness of the command is like a shock straight to my core. But the surprise only lasts a moment before a bigger one hits.

“Make him come, Maren.”

I look up, look at Rob, and something flashes between us. A challenge? A plea?

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