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“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said, pressing his thick fingers to her pussy. “Kenji, on your knees in front of her.”

She moaned at the sight of Kenji crawling between her thighs at Niko’s command. This was their dynamic.

Niko led and Kenji followed.

The chaos and the control.

Kenji ran his tongue through her wetness, swirling it over her clit and drawing out a ragged moan from her.

“I’m going to fuck that tight pussy of yours while Kenji fucks your throat. Understand, Scar?” Niko asked, gripping her jaw so she had to pay attention. He reached down and lifted her up, carrying her over the chaise part of our sectional and positioning her so her head hung over the edge while her pussy was in perfect position for his cock to drive in and out of it.

Kenji moved in front of her, rubbing his thick tip across her lips, smearing his precum. The two men looked at each other and filled her at the same time, pulling a straggled groan from her.

She’d just drained my balls, but I was already hardening again.

“Fuck, Scar. You’re never getting away,” Kenji moaned out, watching his cock disappear down her throat.

Niko’s shaft glistened with her arousal as the two pumped in and out, seeming to work in sync. The room was a symphony of pleasure.

“You look so fucking perfect, Scar. You’re taking their cocks so fucking well, babe. Our good little whore,” I praised, working my hand up and down my shaft, matching their pace.

Time didn’t seem to exist. It felt like we’d been going forever and not long enough all at the same time. A surreal state of pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Niko called out, his body doing a full shudder as he filled her with cum. Kenji found his own release moments after.

I pumped my hand faster and faster as I walked over to where Niko was still buried in her pussy, cum leaking out around his shaft. The sight pushed me over the edge, and my own hot, sticky cum hit her pussy, sliding down her slit toward her ass.

She propped up on her elbow, her chest heaving, pupils blown. “Kenji, be a good boy and clean me up?” she challenged.

Niko and I stepped out of the way to let him through, and he dropped down to his knees, a devilish smile on his face. Kenji pressed the flat of his tongue to her thigh, lapping up the combined release from Niko and me, then moving to lap up her slit.

“Fuck. We’re completely fucked,” I said to Niko, who nodded in agreement.

If I hadn’t already made her my wife, I’d be getting on my knees and proposing right that fucking moment.

It was time to execute our plans, because I wasn’t going to lose this woman to her fucking uncle or our fathers.

* * *

Sleep had eluded me for hours.

Niko had fed us all after our couch escapade. The images of Niko’s cock sliding between her glistening pussy lips mocked me. Why the fuck was I avoiding having sex with her? It was clear she was nothing like her asshole uncle, and try as I might to hate her, the emotion had morphed into something else entirely.

I longed for her heated glares and silky touches. The way her quick tongue would verbally lash out. Her brain was so fucking sharp, like another blade in her arsenal. I rubbed at my chest, the spot where a knot seemed to be forming every time I thought about her.

Silky sheets went flying as I kicked them off, launching myself out of my bed to go to hers. With each step, my heart beat faster. What would she say when I showed up in her room alone?

Did her emotions mimic my own?

Or was hate all that coursed through her veins?

Her door opened without a sound, the city lights barely casting enough light into the room to make out the silhouette of her bed. I swallowed thickly as I crept closer to her sleeping form. Honeyed waves splayed across her pillow, her face a beautiful mask of calm—not a single worry marred her features.

I reached out and trailed the tip of my finger along her face.

“Fuck,” I hissed as she latched onto my wrist and yanked me forward. My free hand slammed against the headboard to keep me from crushing her.

“Caleb?” she asked, her voice raspy from sleep.