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“That’s it,moya lyubov’, let them hear how good I’m making you feel. Make them jealous that I get to fuck this tight pussy.”

His words hit their mark, lighting a fire that starts deep in my core and spreads like wildfire throughout my body. I do exactly what he wants—screaming my pleasure out for everyone to hear.

CHAPTER7

cruz

The headboard bangsagainst the wall behind me, Emma’s moans unfiltered and wanton as Dom fucks the life out of her sweet little body.Lucky son of a bitch.

Watching him finger fuck her after she had been in my arms, fighting for her life, was hot as hell, and my cock has been hard ever since. No amount of jerking off has provided any relief. The moment I was in my car, I whipped it out, ruthlessly fucking my hand until I shot cum into the fist of my other one.

I know he was trying to ease her into the idea of being watched, of being shared by the three of us—something we all want. But fuck if I didn’t want to take her right there on the mat. My dick buried in her ass, Aidan in her pussy, and Dom in her mouth. The things we plan to do to her will wreck her in the best of ways.

I know his cock is filling her, but I close my eyes and imagine it’s mine. My hand creeps down until I’m grabbing my hard cock, toying with the barbell through the head before tightening my fist around the base. I stroke it dry, enjoying the rough discomfort mixed with pleasure. I let her moans fuel me, pinching my engorged head on every upstroke. I picture her bright blue eyes, brimming with unshed tears, staring up at me, her desire and need written all over her perfect face as I fuck her with ruthless abandon. I want her to feel me between her legs for days, pump that sweet little cunt until she’s weeping my cum down the inside of her thighs.

I know she’ll be such a good girl for us. My free hand itches to touch her skin, to dick her down so good she’d do fuckinganythingfor more of me.

I lose myself to the scene playing out in my head, her moans filling the empty room, fueling me as I chase my orgasm. My hand flexes as if it’s around her delicate throat, restricting her airflow until I’m ready to let her breathe again.

I fuck my hand vigorously as she screams, her moans ringing in my ears until hot ribbons of cum pulse from my slit onto my abdomen and chest. Her face is all I see as I reach my peak.

After cleaning myself up, I manage to get a few hours of sleep, knowing it won’t be long before I finally get to leave my mark on this perfect woman.

CHAPTER8

aidan

I finishmy workout and grab a towel to wipe the sweat from my face before jogging upstairs to make a protein shake and a cup of coffee. Dom and Cruz tend to sleep later than I do, but I’ve always been a morning person. No matter how late my nights run, I can’t break the habit.

“Work, goddamnit, work!” A sweet feminine voice floats through the air, laced with frustration. My footsteps pick up their pace, wanting to get my sights on her first thing in the morning.

I find Emma in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of Dom’s shirts. It hangs to mid-thigh, and I’m disappointed I can’t catch a glimpse of the bottom of her ass. Her legs, however, are fully on display—long, lithe, and toned from the near-daily workouts Dom has been putting her through for the better part of the past year.

“Need some help?”

“For fuck’s sake, Aidan!” she says as she jumps, her hand going to her heart. I laugh under my breath at her startle. “Is this your stupid contraption? Ever heard of a Nespresso? What is this monstrosity?”

“It’s my barista,” I say in mock horror. “Be nice to her. I’ll make you a cup. What do you want?”

“What do you mean, what do I want?Coffee. I want hot coffee. Preferably with an obscene amount of creamer.”

Goddamn. She’s a viper first thing in the morning. That’s fine. I’ve been dealing with Cruz’s shitty personality since we moved in together. I can handle this little pixie too.

“Grouchy in the morning. Noted. Go sit, and I’ll bring you something you’ll like.”

She turns with a huff to stomp out of the kitchen, and I chuckle under my breath.

“Shh. She didn’t mean it,” I say to my machine before getting started. Deciding to make her a vanilla latte since I’ve seen her order one at Bean Haven before, I get to work. While she’s doing her magic, I grab my shaker cup and fill it with milk, adding a few scoops of chocolate protein powder and screwing the top back on.

I return to finish up Emma’s latte, adding vanilla bean syrup to the milk and frothing it. I gently pour it over the espresso and pick it up, confident she’ll enjoy it.

I find her sitting in Cruz’s chair by the fireplace, scrolling on her phone.

“Here you go, Em.”

“Wow. Thank you. This looks incredible.”

I take a seat on the couch and start to drink my breakfast, watching as she purses her lips to blow on the foam before taking her first sip. The satisfied noises that come next are enough to get me hard.

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