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Where’s the scandal in that? How can I bribe Axel with appetizers and precious wedding vows?

My ass, sitting on hardwood floors, is going numb like my mind. I’m bored to death until I hear Sire’s pontificating voice. “My little angel. Are you ready to be made into my queen?”

“Yes, my lord.” That’s Wren’s innocent voice.

“Then take your clothes off for your kings. Show them our beautiful new queen. Show them all that we will share tonight.”

Oh.

My.

God.

The rush of lust through my veins is instant. I sway, not believing what I’m hearing.

“Yes, my angel. You’re so beautiful. Now, lie on your back.” Wood creaks. Wren must be climbing onto the boardroom table for Sire. “Now, spread your legs for us,” he says. “Yes, angel, spread your lips, too. Show my brothers that sweet, wet pussy and that pretty little clit. Show them the queen they get to worship tonight.”

I’m panting. I’m getting wet. I can’t see a damn thing, but what I can hear is so damn erotic. So taboo.

It’s quiet until I hear Wren’s begging moans laced with Sire’s deep growl of, “Fuck yes, come on my tongue, angel. Your pussy tastes so sweet, we’ll kill for it.”

She gasps, “Yes, my king!” and what follows sounds like Wren getting fucked by Sire on the boardroom table. Moans. Gasps. Grunts.

Those odd chairs I’ve seen when Axel leaves the boardroom door open? They look more like thrones, half with black velvet seats, half with white velvet ones. They surround Axel’s boardroom table, but now they scrape across the floor as if those gathered around are making room for the carnal show.

“Let them see how you take my cock like my sweet slut. How you love getting fucked.” Sire sounds so Dom and debauched. Not at all like a pastor. “Aw, yes, angel. Play with your little nipples. Yes, good girl. Pinch them, baby, and look at my brothers while I fuck you. Yes, baby. Show your kings how much you love my cock. How you want my cum inside you. You want my baby inside you. You’remyqueen. You’reourqueen to kill for.”

“Yes, my king! Yes!” The table’s legs screech against the wooden floor. Sire must be fucking Wren so hard. “Yes, please make me your sweet slut,” she cries out. “Let them watch. Please. Fuck me hard. Then, Nash, my second king,” she gasps for him, “please fuck me, too. Share me. Then all of you, fuck me. Fuck your queen.”

What the…

All of them?

Who? And how many?

Holy hell, I’m in a daze of confused lust. My panties are soaked. The need to touch myself is overwhelming. I need to see what’s happening, too.

What is Axel doing?

I wait until it sounds like a full-on orgy. Whoever the other woman is, I can hear her getting railed, too. I definitely hear Zar and Nick’s love; I know their sounds. Their beach house has paper-thin walls.

It’s an erotic cacophony of spanks, gasps, groans, grunts, and screams, with the grinding wood of chairs and the tableenduring the brunt of their force. The men sound like beasts, the women sound so lucky, and I have to see this.

Carefully, I reach up and turn the crystal door knob, praying theclickof the latch can’t be heard over the loud orgasm some beastly man is clearly having. Slowly, I crack the door open, risking getting busted, but I’m too aroused to care.

Let them find me.

Let me join them.

Through the narrow crack of the open door, the sterile fluorescent lights are off. Only candles flicker around the room. Tall silhouettes cast long shadows across the walls. Some bodies are joined. Others are waiting to have Wren.

She’s lying with her back on Sire’s chest. Together, they lay on the boardroom table, his arms hooked under her knees. He’s spreading her open. I can tell by their position, by their left sides facing me, that he’s claiming her ass, and by the look on her face, she’s enraptured. She’s entranced by this erotic ritual.

Two men, definitely brothers, I recognize them from the club last night—Delta’s bouncer, who sat at the bar, and the man in the suit who was on the stage.Good God, are they Axel’s brothers, too?They’re kneeling over Wren’s gaping mouth, their hard cocks teasing her panting lips. Her desire and demand, undeniable. “Yes, fuck me. Make me your queen.”

The room is dimly lit, but I can see it’s Axel’s turn. He’s still in his dark suit and shoes.

And the sight and sound of him dragging his zipper down makes me stifle a moan. He unbuttons his pants, too, letting them drape open. He’s not wearing boxers as he reaches in to free his cock, and I hold my breath.

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