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I moved over as Kenji joined us, tangling his hand in her wet locks and pulling her into a kiss. I didn’t bother backing up to give them room. Kenji and I had shared women before. This wasn’t new for us, but based on the question, two men would be new for her.

I loved that Scar was proud of her sexually experiences, but fuck, was there something hot about knowing this would be her first threesome.

“Yeah, babe. We’re fine seeing each other’s cocks, and I plan on sucking on your clit while Niko fucks you.” He leaned forward, speaking against her swollen lips. “Sometimes my mouth even touches his thick cock. I’ve given it a lick a time or two.”

Pleasure snaked across my skin at the mention of the memories, and precum beaded up at my tip. The lust coursing through me made me restless, and I yanked Scar forward, turning her body to sandwich her between us. My cock nestled between her ass cheeks as Kenji crowded her front. The feeling of her body against mine was a mind-altering experience. Electricity ran down my spine to my balls. Her skin dented under my fingertips as I reached down and kneaded her ass.

“We’re going to fuck you until your legs quiver, Scar.” I spoke against the shell of her ear before nipping at the sensitive skin below her lobe while Kenji leaned forward and swirled his tongue around her pert nipple. He looked up at me, and we silently communicated—our movements along her body like a coordinated dance.

I ran my teeth along the curve of her throat, biting down hard as he shoved two fingers into her pussy. A strangled yell burst from her mouth, and her head fell back, hitting my chest. Kenji dropped to his knees, leaning forward and sucking on her clit. Her body bucked, and the sounds of her pleasure bounced off the marble.

Her body was out of her control.

Our marionette.

“You taste so fucking good, Scar. I knew I’d be addicted. I want to bury my tongue in your pussy every day until I die,” Kenji said, his eyes swirling with lust as he fisted his cock. “You need to have a taste, Niko.”

I reached down from behind, running two fingers through her wetness, scissoring them around her clit before plunging them into her cunt and coating them with her pleasure. My skin was practically on fire with how feverish she made me feel.

Lust ratcheted higher and higher with every devilish sound that sprang from her lips.

“Is he right, Solntse? Do you taste fucking divine?” I asked as I slipped my soaked fingers into my mouth.

Fuck.

“Fuck me. Both of you. Please.” She whimpered, her body practically vibrating with anticipation. “Or are you like Caleb? Won’t fuck a Romano bitch, but you’re fine using me like a whore?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me. Her tone was bitter and angry, a stark change from the breathy moans from a moment ago.

The vulnerability in her eyes tore at my blackened heart. Even this confident woman had tender areas she kept shielded under her fierce persona. She wanted to belong. Wanted to be cared for.

Possessiveness thrummed in my veins.

She was mine. Ours.

Even if Caleb was too dumb to see it right now. Still chained to the idea that women wouldn’t survive the harshness of being with us in this world. But Scar was already doing that without our fucking help. And if it was her last night keeping Caleb at bay, that was fucking ironic, seeing as how we’d built our found family on the principle of hating our blood-related families. It could be the same case for her.

“Scar.” My voice was breathless as she pressed her ass against my cock, my hands landing on her hips to still her movements so I could fucking think. “I’m going to use you like a whore, but that’s because you’re my pretty little whore. Caleb’s a fucking idiot who needs to pull his head out of his ass,” I said, picking her up and dropping her ass onto the shower bench. “We’re going to fuck your pussy raw now.”

Kenji nodded his head in agreement. “I hope you’re ready, little one, because I’ve been fucking waiting to sink into this delicious cunt of yours since the moment I saw you staring down Niko at the party,” he said, gripping her chin and tilting her head toward him while I nudged her thighs apart with my muscled frame.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I watched Kenji hold her jaw and spit in her mouth, then thrust his tongue inside. She whimpered at the action and squirmed on the bench, moving her dripping pussy toward my face.

Tile bit into my skin, but I didn’t care. “I may not be religious, but I’ll sink to my knees for my solntse. Anytime,” I said, thrilled with the prospect of tasting her on my tongue.

Kenji chuckled at my admission, running his tongue along the slope of her neck. “We give our tithe to the temple of your pussy,” he said with a snicker.

She growled out curse words in Italian when I slid my nose up her inner thigh, nipping at the skin as I made my way toward where she wanted my attention.

“Open your legs, little one,” Kenji ordered, a half smile overtaking his face.

Without hesitation, her legs fell open, revealing her glistening cunt. Her pink pussy was so pretty—and ready to have my tongue buried in it.

“Grab his cock, Scar. You’re going to pump Kenji while I eat this pretty pussy of yours. If you stop, I stop. Understand?” I asked with a bark in my tone.

Her body stiffened at the order, her spine straightening.

“Answer me, Scar,” I demanded, slapping her pussy at her disobedience. The wet slap was only hard enough to grab her attention, but her breath hitched, and goose bumps erupted over her skin.

She liked that shit.