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“Do you want to walk out of this room tonight?” Seven challenges.
The man's tone shifts sharply as he becomes aware of the threat and finally reads the room properly. “Yes, Mr. Kelly. I apologize. I won't ask again.”
“Good. Spread the word. No one asks. Ever.”
“Yes, Mr. Kelly. Of course.”
Seven drops his napkin on his plate and stands. “Let's go to my study and talk business.”
The stranger leaves the dining room, followed by Seven. Declan rises also.
“Go to your room and wait for us, Pretty Toy.” He gives me a once-over. “And don't take the dress off.”
* * *
It'sa while before Seven and Declan come to my room. I worry briefly that something bad happened, that one or both of them is hurt, or worse. But of course this is silly. The house has too much electronic security. Besides, there are other people here tonight. And Declan, at least, is armed. Maybe Seven, too.
Seven is already loosening his tie when he steps into the room. His intense predatory gaze locks on mine, and for a moment, I think he's angry with me.
I'm standing. Declan said to leave the dress on, and I can't kneel in it. It's too tight in the wrong places. Plus, it's silk. I don't want to damage it.
They prowl around me, taking a good look at the dress. Then both of them are running their hands over my body encased in this exquisite fabric. Finally, they stop circling me like I'm prey. Declan is in front and Seven at my back. They begin to kiss my exposed skin as Seven pulls down the zipper of the gown. They work together undressing me.
I'm surprised when Seven is tying a blindfold around my eyes. Then one of them takes my hands in his.
“I'm taking your ass tonight,” Seven growls in my ear. Besides punishing me, this is the other thing he wasn't able to do while he was getting the thrill of pretending to be my protector. And I find myself wanting it as much as he does.
“Thank you, Master.” These words just come to me, and I say them because I know he'll get off on it.
He chuckles. “We trained you so well. Such a natural. I knew when I first saw you the day we started watching you that you were the one for us.”
In other circumstances, some of those words might have passed for romantic.
Both men help me onto the bed. Declan guides me to straddle him. I know which of them is which by the way they touch me. I'm already wet, so hungry for the fucking I've been denied since my return as if I were being punished for playing their game the way they designed it.
He lets out a hiss of pleasure as I lower myself onto him. A mouth latches onto my breast and I know from the angles, that it's Declan's. He bites my nipple hard enough to elicit a cry from me, and his answering chuckle reverberates against my skin.
Seven is busy placing open-mouthed kisses against my throat. I'm still adjusting to Declan inside me. I'd forgotten how big he was. My body has had too much rest from them.
“Fuck me,” Declan orders.
I begin to move.
Seven is kissing my back, pressing a kiss against the small of it—something I had thought was only a Declan thing. I like it. It's strangely tender and intimate. A drawer opens and closes. And then a lubed toy is being worked inside my ass. Tears stream down my face. Not pain—relief that this is finally happening again.
“Shhhh, Kitten,” Seven says, misunderstanding the cause of my tears. He strokes my back as the toy slides in and out of me. Declan's fingers dig into my hips arching and thrusting upward.
Then the toy is gone, and it's Seven. I gasp when he pushes himself inside me. He grabs my throat and pulls me back against him. His mouth is at my ear.
“This is the best place my dick has ever been,” he growls, which sends another jolt of arousal between my legs.
One of Declan's hands leaves my hip as his thumb moves against my clit. I'm lost in a sea of darkness behind the blindfold unable to do anything but feel them both as they fill me, stretching me, claiming me in the most complete and carnal way I've ever experienced.
Now that the mask is off, Seven is the rougher lover. But the force with which he takes me only drives me higher and faster toward my peak.
Then, in the most unlikely of sexual lotteries, all three of us come at the same time. We are a symphonic mix of my whimpers and their animalistic growls. Seven pulls out of me, pushing me forward over Declan, spilling himself onto my back as my pussy clenches around and milks the rest of Declan's release, greedily sucking it inside me.
I rise off of Declan. He removes the blindfold and pulls me down to lie against his chest, stroking my hair. I expect that now all three of us will cuddle together in this bed. It feels like what should come next. But it isn't what comes next.
