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Fire ignites low in my belly, and there’s no doubt desire in my gaze, but I try to hide it.
There’s something about Xavier that I want to fight. I have a feeling his punishments would be just as satisfying as his rewards, so I tilt my head.
His smirk is slow and handsome. “Open your mouth.” He pulls open the buttons of his jeans, and when I keep my lips firmly together, he grips my chin. “Now.”
“Or what?”
I don’t know how he does it, but one second I’m sitting on the bed, and the next I’m kneeling on it.
His palm lands harshly on my ass cheek, and I jolt forward from the impact. Pleasure and pain curl together, heat erupting across my skin, and before I can protest, he spanks me again.
“Are you going to open your mouth?”
I grit my teeth. “Fuck you.”
Another spank. Another. I cry out, gripping the bed sheets, tears stinging my eyes, but instead of giving in, I push back against him.
“Blue.”
“Brave fucking girl.”
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Each one has me gasping, close to begging for more. My juices seep down my inner thighs, and sweat is slick down my spine and throat.
“You’re a little brat, aren’t you?”
I’m too delirious to answer, and as my eyes close, a soft kiss on my lips brings me back to the moment. Yale is sitting in front of me, skimming his hands down my chest, cupping one breast, then the other. “Do you like the pain, love?” he whispers, and I nod slowly, almost swaying on my knees. “You look so pretty when you hurt.”
“Please kiss me,” I whimper, and he does. Passionate movements of our lips are broken when I cry out into his mouth.
Xavier has buried his fingers into me, twisting and scissoring them until I’m pushing back against his hand to seek more depth. He fingers me rapidly, slick sounds of my wet pussy filling the quiet.
“I’m gonna squirt, Xavier. Xavier, oh God, please—”
He stops.
He spanks me again, and I shout from the pain.
“Are you gonna keep being a brat? I can edge you for fucking days, Silence. I don’t care. I’ll break you eventually.” God, that sounds enticing, but I’m too eager to come. He spanks me again. “Well?”
“I’ll be good,” I say, and Yale kisses me again before Xavier pulls me back and makes me face him. My ass stings as I sit, and he smirks. I’m about to call him a prick, but I stop myself. Instead, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
“Look who’s learning.”
He’s about to take out his cock just as the en suite door opens. Zayden appears in just his sweats, body shining and hair wet from the shower.
“I heard shouting.”
“Your wife is stubborn,” Xavier says.
He huffs and takes a seat in the corner of the room. Yale gets off the bed and goes to lean against the wall beside his brother, eyes on me.
Xavier takes out his cock, and oh my God, he wasn’t kidding about the piercings.
