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Heavenly was his fucking worst nightmare rolled up in his hottest wet dream. If she had any clue how deep and dark his fantasies of her were, it would scare the hell out of her. She’d be even more afraid if she knew he was both a Dominant and a sadist.
Seth turned his way. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
After months of biting rivalry, they finally agreed on something—not that Beck could spare a fuck about that right now.
“What the… Why in the holy, ever-loving hell did you…” Fury tied Beck’s tongue in a knot too tight to speak.
“Offer River fucking Kendall your virginity?” Seth finished, teeth bared.
Beck gestured to the East Coast bastard. “What he said.”
Wine sloshed in her shaky grip. “You shouldn’t care if I’m a virgin anymore.”
With one hand, Beck grabbed the glass and slammed it on the island. With the other, he pressed his thumb to her chin and forced her darting gaze to his. “Are you saying you’re not? If you didn’t give your virginity to River, who fucking took it?”
She better be as innocent as the day he’d met her or there would be hell to pay.
“My sex life is none of your business, Dr. Beckman.” Heavenly wrenched from his hold.
“Is that what you think, Ms. Young?” He scoffed. “My fingers up your pussy should have told you otherwise.”
Seth grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her too close for Beck’s sanity. “He touched you?”
When she blushed furiously in answer, Beck smiled, remembering every passionate word he’d uttered while he’d plunged his digits deep and swallowed her moans with his kiss.
“So that’s a yes.” Seth bit out. “Well, as the other guy who’s had his fingers—and tongue—inside you, I think I’m entitled to know who supposedly popped your cherry.”
Beck had suspected the PI had done more than kiss her, but having his hunch confirmed infuriated him even more.
Heavenly tried to wriggle from Seth’s grasp. “I didn’t ask you who your first, um…sexual partner was.”
“Mary Jo Bartkowicz in a stall inside the men’s room at the White Castle. I was fourteen. Now it’s your turn. Spill.”
Her eyes flared wide, and she tore her gaze from Seth to Beck, as if she thought he was going to save her. Fat chance. He wanted this answer, too.
“Who did you fuck? We’re waiting for an answer.”
“No one you, um…know.”
Beck grabbed both wrists and anchored himself in her face, inches from the quivering candy mouth he was hungry to taste again. “Let’s try the truth.”
Suddenly, Seth was behind her, his fist in her hair, tugging on the strands. He bent his considerably tall frame to murmur in her ear. “If you lie again, we’ll find a quiet corner and prove our threats to spank you weren’t empty.”
Shit, they were all but outing themselves as Dominants. They might terrify her, but it was too late for decorum and restraint.
When Seth’s silky threat sank in, her cheeks flared rosier. The pulse at her neck jerked faster. Her pupils dilated.
Beck cupped her face. She gave a startled gasp. Under her red T-shirt, her nipples stood stiff. The musk of her arousal tinged the air, making his cock throb. After four long months of wanting her, seeing that she still ached for him nearly brought him to his knees.
So did believing that the singular prize between her legs was still there for him to pluck.
There was just one problem… He and Seth were touching her at the same time, and she looked more aroused than he’d ever seen her.
Goddamn it.
“Spank me? I’m not a misbehaving child.” Her voice sounded nervous and breathy.
“You’re not, but that won’t stop us from firing up your ass. Because let me tell you, little girl, no other man better be the one to make you a woman.”
“That’s for one of us,” Seth insisted.
Knowing that Heavenly had offered her virginity to River, that Seth had touched his pussy, and that she wanted them both—Beck’s control snapped. He didn’t care that they were in the middle of a party and anyone could walk in on them. He didn’t even care that Seth watched his every fucking move. He had to taste Heavenly or lose his mind. Later, he’d figure out how to ditch the other hard dick.
He lowered his lips toward her pale, graceful throat. And Seth—thank fuck—pulled her hair so he could stare into her eyes. It gave Beck more of her skin to explore. God, he was so close he could see every individual bump of her gooseflesh, feel the ragged pants of her breath. He could almost fucking taste her.
Suddenly, an obnoxious droning alarm buzzed at an ear-piercing decibel level around them, pealing from her back pocket.
“What the hell?” Seth snapped to attention and scanned the kitchen as if searching for threats.
Beck scowled. What was that annoying-ass sound?
