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Her head tilted, surprise and amusement playing over her lips. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I raised my brow, a bit surprised by the confidence in my voice.

These two were lethal, domineering, and utterly undeniable. But after the morning I’d had, how out of control I felt lately, I was done taking orders.

To my surprise, Nash didn’t fight back. Instead, she froze in place, eyeing Blade and I with a tantalized grin.

“My neck,” I ordered Blade, lowering her lips to my skin with a pull on her hair. Blade complied instantly, kissing my neck with fervor. I locked eyes with Nash, exhilarated by the heat behind her gaze.

Suddenly, I had all of the power. And for once, they were going to play my game.

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I wasn’t sure what had gotten into Tess, but I wasn’t fucking complaining.

I didn’t usually submit, but for a woman like her, I’d do anything.

“Kiss my neck,” she purred, tugging on my hair.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I pressed my lips to her skin greedily, sucking and nipping and licking to my heart's content. Her blood was hot and her pulse was pounding; I could feel it thrumming beneath her skin.

Meanwhile, she had her eyes locked on Nash, who watched us patiently from across the deck, trying not to sway as the boat rocked along its track.

“Come closer,” Tess beckoned to her. “On your knees.”

And to my utter shock, Nash dropped without hesitation, crawling slowly across the deck. She was down just as bad as I was — but who could blame her?

Our little Trinket had been so submissive all these months. When she’d worn that purple dress to the Station, I half thought that it was a joke.

But hearing the authority in her voice, I knew that she was deadly serious. And watching her step into her power had my head all sorts of fucked.

“Lips,” Tess muttered, turning my face to hers. And I supplied them eagerly.

Fuck, her lips were soft. Perfectly plump, perfectly wanting. Every time I kissed her, it felt like my heart was on fire. And as she pressed her tongue forward, plying my lips, I opened for her eagerly.

I was dizzy, but not just from the rocking of the boat. I clung to her desperately, digging my fingers into her hips, her back — anywhere that might help ground me. But each touch only sent my head spinning harder.

As Nash reached our feet, Tess pulled back, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Nash reached out a hand, desperate to feel Tess, but Tess dodged her caress, lodging a heel against Nash’s collar bone instead. “Did I say you could touch?”

Nash’s nostrils flared. I could see her fighting back the urge to resist, to defy Tess’ orders. But instead, she sat back on her heels and waited patiently.

Pleased, Tess flicked her blue eyes over to me. “Take off your pants.”

“Me?” I stammered, pointing at myself.

“I want to see what you’re packing.”

Fumbling my button, I pulled down my cargo pants as fast as I could. The rocking of the boat toppled me, but I didn’t get up. Didn’t stop stripping until the pants were gone.

“Let me see,” Tess curled her fingers to her palm, gesturing for the pants.

I handed them to her, letting her examine them for a moment before tossing them over the side of the ship. Nash’s jaw dropped, but I didn’t care — I would stand butt fucking naked on this boat if that’s what Tess wanted.

Taking a step forward, Tess slipped a finger under the band of my boxer briefs, pulling it away from my prickling skin. “God, you came prepared, didn’t you?”

I swallowed hard, earning a challenging glance from Tess. “I asked a question.”