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She held his eye contact but didn’t respond.
Apparently he took that as an affirmative. “I see. Well, since the cat seems to have stolen your tongue, show me how you touch yourself.”
“You want me to—” She glanced at the camera.
Flash.
“I didn’t stutter. Punishment doesn’t always come in the form of physical pain. Show me, bella.” He fisted his cock with another rough stroke. “If not, I may just please myself and leave without touching you.”
She closed her eyes for a moment. Centering herself. She’d been in every position possible between Andre and Jace. They’d seen her with her ass in the air, striped with their marks. Why should she be embarrassed about masturbating? But something about sharing the intensely private nature of self-pleasure had her heart hammering.
“I’m waiting. If you’re not wet, you have permission to skip this punishment.” His smile was sly, knowing.
While holding his gaze, she brought her hand to the lips of her sex, the tissues already swollen with need. Her finger parted her folds and rubbed, the evidence of her arousal slicking her skin. A quiet moan escaped her as she put pressure against her clit.
Flash.
“That’s right, bella. You look so fucking gorgeous right now. Let me and the camera see what pleases you.”
His approval washed over her, giving her the confidence to continue. She moved her fingers along her labia, dipped inside her pussy, and massaged her clit, but not directly. Over the last few weeks she’d learned the sweet satisfaction of delayed gratification, of not coming unless one of the guys gave her permission. Her free hand drifted up her belly and she cupped her breast, pinching her nipple hard, imagining it was Andre’s teeth instead of her fingers.
A louder, more urgent moan escaped and she could no longer maintain eye contact. Her head tilted back and her fingers increased the pressure between her legs. Her legs felt weak beneath her and she wondered how long she could remain standing. Her knees tried to give out, but she fought to stay upright.
“Don’t let yourself fall. Sit on the floor. Legs spread. Don’t stop what you’re doing,” Andre directed.
She didn’t know how he and Jace did it, but somehow they were always in tune with her body, her needs. Even the slightest flinch didn’t go unnoticed. She eased down to her knees and then followed his instruction, the polished concrete hard and cold beneath her heated bottom. He could’ve invited her on to the bed where it’d be more comfortable, but this was punishment.
She parted her knees directly in his line of sight, exposing every bit of herself to him. Moisture glistened at the tip of his cock and he rubbed it over the head with his thumb, the move so natural and unashamed, so ruggedly male, that it made her mouth go dry. Flash.
“Show me how wet and ready that pretty cunt is, bella. I want to know how much you need me inside you.”
She buried two fingers inside her channel and pumped once, twice. Her body clenched around the invasion, desperate for something besides her own hand. The scent of her arousal permeated the small room when she lifted her fingers to him, the glossy state of her skin obvious.
He climbed off the bed, tucked his erection back into his pants, and stalked her way. When he stopped directly in front of her, she didn’t dare move. He planted his feet, his stance wide, foreboding. He was so close she had to tilt her head back to an uncomfortable angle to look up at him, the effect making her feel even smaller next to his large body.
The camera flashed again, lighting his face in a menacing combination of shadows. “If the three of us are just stroke material for one another, Evan, just people playing out fantasies, then go ahead and make yourself come. You don’t need my help to get off. I’ve already played the role you wanted to cast me in tonight, right? The guy who came here to use you. A guy you can write off because I’m just part of the game.”
She winced. “Andre . . . no.”
He lifted his hand, palm up. “Then prove me wrong, bella. Come over to the bed with me and let me make love to you. You. No roles. Only Andre and Evan.”
She tucked her knees to her chest, her skin damp from the combination of the lingering arousal and the abject fear of what he was suggesting. “I don’t know if I can do that. I’m scared.”
“Of what? Letting down your guard and falling for one of us?”
“Or both,” she whispered.
He crouched down in front of her, his stern expression softening. His hand landed warm against her shoulder. “Bella, I know things are complicated. But the power is all in your hands. If you can fall for us then maybe what you have with Daniel needs a long, hard look. At the end of this, if you don’t want to walk away from us, you don’t have to. We’re not going anywhere.”
She pressed her forehead to her knees. They weren’t going anywhere, but she was. She had a promise to keep. One she wouldn’t default on.
But in that moment she realized her fear was useless. The thing she was most trying to protect herself from had already happened. She’d fallen for Andre. And had been in love with Jace from the moment he’d kissed her again. No amount of backpedaling or game-playing could save her heart from these men.
“Take me to the bed, please.” She looked up at him, caught his gaze. “Andre.”
The smile he gave her nearly broke her open, but now wasn’t the time for tears. Now was the time to let go and be real with one of the men she loved. Something she hadn’t done since she’d snuck into Jace’s room that night when she was sixteen.
Andre slipped his hands beneath her, carried her over to the mattress, and laid her down with quiet ease. His fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, but she reached out and stilled his work. “May I?”
