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A soft moan escapes against my will, but I’m too far gone to care. If Kingston doesn’t want this, he can leave.

He doesn’t have to sit there. He doesn’t have to watch.

But he is.

His eyes flick between my face and Ryker’s hand moving between my thighs, occasionally pausing on the movement beneath my shirt.

“Look at how he watches you, baby,” Ronan whispers. “He wants you so fucking badly.”

“But he’s stubborn. He won’t come over here unless you ask. Do you want that, Siren? Do you want all three of us to have our hands on you?”

My lips part to reply, but instead of words, a whine slips free as Ryker’s thumb begins moving in tight circles over my clit.

Kingston’s eyes flare, his hands tightening on the arms of the chair as if they could keep him tethered in place.

“Or do you want him to be forced to watch as we make you come? Do you want to punish him for edging you? For using your pleasure against you?” Ryker asks, and this time I find myself nodding.

I do want to punish him.

I want him to know what it’s like to be pushed to the edge over and over again but not be allowed to fall.

“Good girl,” Ronan praises, all pretenses of secrecy out the window.

“Tell us what you want, Siren. Tell us where you want us.”

I swallow. “I want Ronan to eat my pussy, and I want to suck your cock while Kingston watches.”

All three men groan, but there isn’t a second of hesitation before I’m carefully moved to one end of the couch, making room for Ronan to lie down, and then my panties are pulled off and I’m positioned with my pussy over his face.

“Sit down, Sparrow. It’s been too fucking long since you’ve sat on your throne.”

“Jesus,” Ryker hisses. “I might come the second your lips wrap around me, baby.”

He shucks his pants, tossing them behind the couch somewhere, before standing behind the arm of the couch behind Ronan’s head. “Should we take this shirt off, Chloe? Should we let Kingston see your perfect body while we use you?”

I nod. Despite barely wearing anything, I’m overheated. The warmth from the fire was cozy before they started touching me, but now it’s too much.

He drags the shirt over my head, unveiling my bare skin inch by inch as if he’s putting on a show for Kingston, but I’m distracted by Ronan’s tongue as it drags through my aching heat. Between the sound of his mouth on me and his moans of enjoyment, I can barely think straight.

“Ride his face, Siren. Use him for your pleasure the way we use you for ours.”

“Fuck,” I whine, already barreling toward the edge, and they’ve barely touched me.

I meet Kingston’s eyes as I tilt my hips, shifting over Ronan’s sinful tongue and earning me another round of groans.

I’ve never felt more powerful than I do in this moment.

He’s barely holding on to the control he prides himself on, and the idea of making a man like him break brings a smirk to my lips.

Ryker steps in front of me, cutting off my view, but I don’t get a chance to protest before his cock taps my lips and I open without hesitation.

The taste of him is so fucking addictive I’ve been craving him since last night, desperate to feel him lose control from my mouth alone.

“That’s it, Siren. Relax your throat just like I taught you,” he praises.

Ronan groans beneath me, his grip on my thighs tightening. “She fucking loves that.”

“Oh, I know she does.” He chuckles. “Our girl loves to be praised.”