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“Yes,” she answers instantly, voice breathy.

“Then don’t just kneel there looking pretty. Make him give it to you. Seduce him. Use that filthy little mouth and that greedy pussy until he snaps and fucks you like we both know he wants to.”

She hesitates for half a second, glancing back at Fabien, almost asking for… permission.

I lean forward in the chair, eyes locked on her. “You heard me, baby?”

“Yes.” She mumbles.

“Good.” I smirk, giving my cock another firm stroke. “Now get on the couch. Rub that soaked cunt all over his leg if you have to. Show him how fucking badly you need to be filled, and don’t stop until his cock is buried deep inside you.”

Valerie’s breathing quickens, and whatever hesitation she had left burns away, swallowed by pure, aching hunger.

She gets to her feet and grabs Fabien by the front of his shirt, dragging him with her before shoving him down onto the couch with enough force to catch me by surprise.

He doesn’t resist, and she doesn’t waver.

That’s my good fucking girl.

9

Valerie

Idon’t know what the hell possessed me.

One second I was shaking with rage, on the verge of collapsing, and the next his mouth was on mine, and I melted. Every rational thought burned away the moment his lips claimed me. Then he whispered it against my ear—that his best friend was watching us from the hallway… and that we should invite him to join.

And instead of running, I got wetter.

I’ve never wanted two men at once. Never even let myself imagine three. But something inside me has snapped. After being betrayed, dragged away, and kidnapped, the cage I’ve lived in my whole life suddenly feels too small to contain me anymore.

I’m tired of shrinking.

I want it. All of it.

The man sitting on the couch in front of me is rock hard, his thick cock straining against his pants. Those deep hazel eyes watch my every move with dark hunger, but he still hasn’t touched me. Like he’s waiting for permission. Like he’s afraid to break me.

“Did it hurt?” I ask, my voice hoarse with need.

He blinks. “What hurt?”

“The kick I gave you earlier.”

A slow, surprised smile tugs at his lips. “I’ve had worse.”

I crawl between his spread thighs, looking up at him through my lashes. “Then let me kiss it better.”

I don’t recognize this version of myself, but I like her. She’s bold. Hungry. Free.

My hands tremble with adrenaline as I open his pants and pull his heavy cock out. He’s thick, flushed, and already leaking at the tip. Without hesitation, I lean forward and press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum on my tongue.

A low groan rumbles from his chest.

“That’s it, trouble.” The blonde one’s deep voice comes from behind me, rough with approval. “Make him feel good.”

Oh, I will.

I swirl my tongue around the swollen head, then take him deeper into my mouth, sucking softly. His hand finally moves, threading gently into my hair, not forcing, just holding. His thighs tense under my palms as I work him with my mouth, slow and messy, letting my spit drip down his shaft.