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“You always had power, Ash.”

His eyes meet mine, shining in the moonlight. He’s straddled over me, his hands pressing on my back, his hips cranking while fucking me. He throws his head back, his throat muscles chorded. He’s lost, and I have to bring him back.

“Hey,” I yell. “Eyes on me. Look at my ass when you fuck it. Don’t you dare think about—”

“I’m not thinking about anyone else.” He bites his lower lip. “Maybe Bernadette. I want to line you both up and fuck you like this.”

“We’re both yours.” I grab his arm. “Don’t leave us.”

“Never.” He leans forward and kisses me. “I needed this.”

“I know you did.”

“I’m gonna come.” He bites my shoulder over my shirt, my jacket missing somewhere. His teeth sting, regardless, almost breaking the skin.

Hot cum fills my ass. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s addicting. I’m going to need this again. Giving him this control makes me feel powerful.

“I love you, Ford,” Ash cries out. “I’ve always loved you.”

“Finish, so I can get off here.”

“Prick, making me beg to hear you say you love me.” He pulls out and lies on his back.

I use my shirt to wipe the sand off my cock while I straddle his face.

“My turn.”

“God, I want it.”

I fuck his mouth, moaning, “I love you, Ashton Ives.” In the next breath, I’m coming down his throat.

I swing my legs off and hold him. Two dudes, over six feet tall, half-dressed lying in the sand.

“Thank you,” he says, shivering.

“For what?” I hold him close.

“Letting me get this out of my system.”

“My pleasure, pretty boy.” I kiss the side of his face and stand up.

I want to find my fucking jacket and get back to the house. Emery is doing this to Bernadette, and she’s going to need some aftercare.

FORTY

EMERY

“Daddy is done with you,” I say quietly, untying Bernadette’s wrists from the bed posts after unleashing the worst side of me.

I just showed her the most selfish, the most brutal man I become. A man who I can’t look in the eye in the mirror when I finish with a woman.

“What?” She strains to speak coming down from the umpteenth orgasm I gave her. “Are you sure?”

Fuck, she can handle me.Andwants more.

Hiding a catch in my throat, I press a kiss to her shoulder. “Quite. I’m exhausted.Youexhausted me.”

I finish untying her ankles and rub every spot my bindings dug into her flesh, comforted not to see any marks.

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