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She didn’t have many functioning brain cells left toguess. Her whole system was rebooting with one thing and one thing only in mind. She tried to wriggle and discovered the full extent of her restraints.
Fordham was damn good at his job.
“All right, I won’t make you guess.” He eased his fingers free, cleaning them with a loud suck. “They’re going to be inside you, Sierra. I’m giving them permission to fuck the woman I love so you understand actions are louder than the words from mouths of bigots and lookists.” He leaned over her as much as the harness allowed and set his hand under her chin. “Eyes don’t lie, minx; watch theirs and believe what they’re telling you.”
“I-I… Liam…” She barely had time to register the crown of his cock notching against her before he gripped her hip and mounted, ripping his name from her lips a second time, this time on a scream.
“Eyes,” he growled. “Pick one and look him in the goddamn eyes.”
Fisting her hands, she swept her gaze over the Masters, jolting each time Liam thrust deeper, claiming her inch by inch. Greedy sounds rippled in her throat, dripped from her open mouth, not making any sense.
For some reason, she landed on Merrick. He smirked, lifting an eyebrow, and with the power of a man who knew exactly what his worth was, stared right back at her without blinking.
“What do you see, minx?” Liam demanded, releasing her chin to dig his fingers into her other hip. Using them as a lever to push and pull her onto his cock while he pounded into her with the hunger of a man taking what was his.
“Green!” she yelped.
“Not the color,” he ground out. “What do yousee?”
God, she didn’t want to look any deeper than she already was, but what choice did she have? Her body was no longer hers, the bindings lashing her to Liam. The only movement she had left was her hands, and they were locked up in predicament bondage. She paid for each wiggle of her wrists with a burst of pleasure in her clit.
So she stared at Merrick, casting aside years of purposefully avoiding meaningful eye contact, and studied the dark green irises mottled with a lighter shade, going beyond color to the emotion.
Hating what she saw, she blurted it out anyway, wanting to get it out of the way so she didn’t have to remind herself she was undeserving of it. “Arousal. Concern. Pride.” She let her gazeslide down to his crotch and swallowed. “Jealousy. He wants to be where you are.”
Merrick nodded once, fisting his impossibly monstrous erection until the thick, flared crown turned purple. “Damn straight I do, honey. I don’t pick my subs on their looks—sometimes the real pretty ones are venomous vipers. It’s the subs like you—loyal to a fault, capable of love without limits, radiating honesty and innocence—who make a Dom want to fall on his knees.”
She shook her head, clamping down on Liam when her braid yanked against the collar, nipping her scalp with pain. Her Dom stepped back, taking her with him, changing the angle of his thrusts with minimal effort.
He filled her, striking her special spot over and over again until Merrick wavered and vanished in a flurry of sparkling lights. The ropes bit and slid over her skin, pinning her tightly as her body coiled and exploded.
Liam groaned and hammered into her, driving through the spasms of her inner muscles. “Do you want him on his knees, Sierra? Do you want his mouth on your cunt, licking up all these juices bathing my cock? That’s it, milk me, minx. Come again and take me with you.”
A thought flashed through her mind, here and then gone.
They were going to kill her. There was no doubt in her head that by the time each of them wrung an orgasm out of her, she’d die from the sheer pleasure of coming.
She was already flagging, her body drinking in the dopamine, yet the next orgasm was waiting rightthere. So close, just out of reach, and deadly enough she didn’t want it even as she craved the damn thing.
“Merrick’s next, minx.” Breath heaving from exertion, Liam reached beneath her to fondle her clit. “I’m going to fill you upwith so much cum, it’ll rain from your pussy when he shoves that beast into all this tight, wet heat.”
Flesh slapped against flesh, hard and faster than before. He was a machine, a demented one, punishing her for intending to leave him.
Pressure bit into her clit; Liam slammed home.
The waning spasms returned anew, her muscles becoming a vice on his shaft as they rippled around him, sensing his orgasm and luring him closer with one of her own.
Liam went still, a groan ripping through his chest. Cock jerking in rhythmic pulses, he released her clit and unleashed carnage.
It was ridiculous how she barely moved. In her head, she was bucking, screaming, succumbing to the sheer bliss he lavished on her, yet in reality… the harness held her secure, swinging gently from the suspension rigging in time with her stifled movement.
When it was over, she was done. Muscles so limp, she was surprised she didn’t flow through the ropes like water. She might have imagined the press of his lips to the damp skin of her back, but she knew she wasn’t making stuff up in a post-sex haze when he whispered, “Don’t ever think about leaving me that way again, Sierra. Just… don’t, please.”
She whimpered softly when he eased out of her, desperate to reach for him and beg forgiveness. But he stepped away, trailing his fingers over her ribs as he went, and Merrick dropped to his haunches in front of her.
“All right, honey, we’re going to take this real slow. You scared?”
She didn’t want to nod, to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was intimidated by his dick. Mack was about as much as she could handle; Merrick flaunted at least another ten percent big dick energy. “Mmmn.”
