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Kenji chuckled at her reaction, but his breath hitched when her hand snaked out and gripped the base of his shaft, giving it a rough tug.

“Yes,” she finally replied. Her body tensed as I ran my finger through her wetness and plunged two inside while Kenji rolled a pebbled nipple between the pads of his fingers.

Her crystal blue eyes swiveled to Kenji. “I think your thick cock looks prettier with my hand wrapped around it, Kenji,” she taunted. “This is mine. No more bitches get to fuck this cock. It’s either your hand or me. That’s it. Understand?” she asked with a growl.

His body practically melted under her tone.

He liked her in charge of him.

“Yes, ma’am. My body is fucking yours, Scar,” he said with a thrill, pumping in and out of her hold. I was momentarily hypnotized by the sight of his tip thrusting through her clenched fist. She looked at both of us with hunger in her eyes. I’d never felt more wanted by a woman.

Caleb was an idiot.

“Niko, shouldn’t your tongue be fucking me right now?” she asked, breaking my lust-filled trance.

My gaze snapped to hers, my hand latching around her throat. “The attitude isn’t cute, Scar. You might be able to tell Kenji what to do, but that’s not how it works with me.” I stood, my cock jumping at the uptick in her pulse under my fingers. “Your hand better not stop, solntse.”

“What does that mean? Solntse? You’ve called me that more than once now,” she said, her chest heaving—nipples hard.

There was a skip in my heartbeat at her question. The term of endearment had accidentally come out earlier, but now I couldn’t stop it. I hadn’t anticipated her asking me what it meant, and now my tongue felt too thick for my mouth as I tried to answer.

What would she think when I told her the meaning?

“It means ‘my sun’ in Russian,” I replied, watching the emotions ebb and flow over her beautiful face, feeling the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Her pink tongue poked out and swiped across her bottom lip.

Kenji leaned in, pressing his face against her wet hair. “Are you going to shine for him while he fucks you, Scar?” His words caused her eyes to morph from tender to lustful, and she nodded, the honeyed strands clinging to her body.

I reached down with my free hand, putting my thumb on the hood of her clit and moving in slow circles. Her shudders were sexy as hell, and I thought I’d come from her noises alone. Every nerve ending in my body was firing; I felt so alive as I watched her writhe against my hand, hers still pumping Kenji’s shaft.

Each time she called out my name, the obsession grew. There was no way she’d be able to get away now that I’d accepted the bond the fates decided to tie between her and me. I’d care for her until someone put me in the grave, and then I’d search the underworld to find her.

She threw her head back, letting out a frustrated yell as I sank a single finger in, only going to the first knuckle before removing it completely.

I chuckled, gripping my cock and giving it two rough tugs before burying myself as deep into her pussy as I could, practically crawling inside. One of her hands groped my back, raking her nails down the taut flesh and leaving a burning trail in their wake. She was so fucking perfect. So vicious, yet so willing to please.

A ragged groan fell from Kenji, syncing with my own as I roughly pumped in and out. My hand intertwined with her damp hair as we devoured each other, our tongues sliding against one another in a tangled mess.

The fuck was dirty and fast and so fucking amazing. There was no way I could control my orgasm with how her pussy strangled my cock, and the symphony of wet slapping noises and pleasured cries echoed off the marbled walls.

Scar flung her head back as her orgasm ripped through her seconds after my own. Hot streams of cum filled her as her pussy clenched around me in spasms.

“Fuck, it’s so hot to watch him fill you up, little one,” Kenji groaned out, sounding close himself.

He deserves to feel how perfect her pussy is too.

I reached out and stilled her hand. Her eyes homed in on where my large palm gripped Kenji. Even if her hand acted as a barrier, my fingertips still grazed the velvety soft skin of his dick, and I watched how her chest rose and fell a little faster.

“Is the sight of my hand on Kenji’s cock going to send you into another orgasm?” I asked, leisurely drawing our joined hands up and down his shaft.

“Fuck.” The word sounded like a plea on Kenji’s lips.

“That’s right, brother. You’re going to fuck our little cum slut.” I pulled out of her warm heat. “You look so pretty leaking my cum from your used cunt,” I said, watching the sticky white substance trail down her perfectly marred thighs.

She watched with fascination before locking on to Kenji, who looked like he was on another planet he was so turned on. A sinful twinkle in her eye had my balls tightening like they hadn’t emptied inside her moments ago.

“Kenji, be a good boy and get on your fucking knees. I want you to push Niko’s cum back where it belongs before you add your own,” she ordered.

Holy fuck. This woman.