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Moaning into his gag, he collapsed against the table. Kaydon crushing him from above, and Bryson thought that nothing would ever match this feeling.

CHAPTER 44

NORTH CAROLINA

Adria ran her fingers through Seth’s hair. Kaydon and Bryson had far exceeded her expectations during today’s performance, and she couldn’t have been prouder of them.

She saw the reluctance and mistrust in each of their eyes, but they had done what was asked.

Having sent Bryson and Kaydon to bed, Seth sat at her feet, because she suspected he needed a little reassurance, and Adria didn’t feel like his brothers were in any shape to tend to him.

“Adria?”

Loretta stared at her expectantly, indicating she had missed a question. Adria shifted, careful to keep her fingers entwined in Seth’s hair.

“I’m sorry, Loretta, it seems that I am still a little mentally preoccupied.”

Loretta laughed.

“From the looks of it, you had your hands full.”

Adria nodded, but then shook her head. “No, in fact they all performed flawlessly, your stable included. Daliah and Natalia were responsive and pliable. It was a pleasure to work with them. And Regan?—”

Regan knelt next to his Mistress, all of them still observing protocol. He blushed at the mention of his name.

“Let’s just say you have a unique stallion here. His ability to top while serving is unmatched.”

Loretta gazed at her three submissives, running her finger casually along Regan’s back.

“I got lucky with this one,” she mused.

Giving Regan an approving pat, she said, “Thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot. And you? I trust you had your needs met?”

Adria reached down, lifting Seth’s chin. His lids were heavy, but he gazed back with adoration. It broke her heart. “I could not be happier with the outcome.”

“I can help put him to bed. I’m great with aftercare.”

The voice was Frances—Loretta’s very young, very eager understudy.

She reached for Seth, her manicured hand closing around his shoulder.

“Come on, deary?—”

A sharp cry broke through the room. “Ouch!”

Adria hadn’t thought. Her body had moved on its own.

Her fingers twisted around Frances’ wrist, prying her hand off Seth. And for a moment—a beat too long—she held it there.

When she finally released her grip, she smoothed her expression into something polite. Something fake.

“That’s okay,” Adria said, her voice laced with sweetness. “I have people for that.”

She turned toward the other room. “Eric?”

Eric appeared almost instantly, moving with the kind of quiet efficiency that made him all the more unsettling. Without hesitation, he scooped Seth into his arms.

Frances rubbed her wrist, mouth parted, blinking in surprise.

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