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Gabriel’s cock is in my hand, and all I can think isplease let me have it.My mouth waters, my clit aches with need, every inch of me screaming to lean in and swallow him whole.

“Please,” I whisper to Lars, my voice wrecked and needy. “May I taste him?”

He cups my cheek. “Such a good wife asking permission. Suck his cock, Bella.”

I lean into his touch and move my hand over his shaft again. Turning my head, Gabriel fists his cock. I tilt my head up to him and he swipes the head of his cock against my lips, coating them with precum. Darting out my tongue, eyes locked with his, I lick them clean and the taste makes my core pulse. I open my mouth, tongue out, and he taps it once before sliding in. I take him until he hits the back of my throat, swallowing around him, I begin to bob my head and his grip in my hair tightens, but he doesn’t force me further. He holds on as I set the pace.

“Christ,” he groans above me, voice tight. “Look at you. So perfect with your lips stretched around me.”

Lars replaces my hand with his on his cock and shifts closer. My eyes are closed, fighting tears as I take Gabriel deeper when he pulls my hair, sliding me off with a pop. Then I watch as Gabriel takes Lars’ cock in his hand and guides it to my mouth. I open, wanting to feel Lars inside me, needing to feel the familiar weight of him. I wrap my lips around the head, sucking before I take him deeper.

Gabriel’s hand follows my motions, stroking him in time with my mouth and I look up to the most beautiful sight. Lars’ breaths are strained, pupils blown so wide his eyes are almost black as he looks down.

“Feels so fucking good,” he pants. “Goddamn it, you’re both going to make me come.”

At those words, Gabriel tugs my hair, pulling me off as he releases Lars’ cock and grabs his jaw.

“Our Siren isn’t the only one with rules, Lars.” I watch hiseyes focus on Lars’ lips. “You will only come in your wife’s cunt tonight.”

I sit back on my heels, my head is dizzy with arousal and need. My hips shifting, my voice desperate, I say, “Take me to bed.Please. I need you both to fuck me.”

My mind isa mess of chaotic thoughts.

This isn’t where the night was supposed to lead me. I was to make contact, gain a touch of trust and secure a second meeting. Instead, my subject is lifting his wife, her legs wrapping around his waist, the taste of her still on my tongue as I lead them to my bed.

My apartment is kept clean; anything connected to my business is on a laptop that is locked in a trap drawer of the desk I had delivered when I reserved the apartment. My guns and weapons are secured in a false wall in the back of the closet that I put in when I arrived. Easy to install and easy to remove when I move on.

Lars lays Neomi on the grey duvet of my bed and fuck she’s a vision. Her hair is a contrast, light against dark, her legs spread wide, hips circling, eyes on her husband. They’re both perfect. She’s vocal, while Lars so easily slips into a submissive role. It’s a side of him I wasn’t expecting. In my mind, I imagined him just as dominant as I am, but instead he takes direction beautifully.

I won’t lie, having Enzo Marchetti’s number two hanging on my every word did something dangerous to my soul—and my ego.

Lars strips his pants, as do I. He crawls up onto the mattress, leaning over Neomi, placing soft kisses against her neck, whispering what I believe are words of praise. I open the drawer of the nightstand and retrieve a condom.

“Lars, on your back,” I say before ripping the condom open with my teeth. “Neomi, mount him.”

Lars shifts up to the pillows as Neomi straddles him and I move onto the bed behind her, Lars’ legs bracketing my knees. I roll the condom down my shaft and take in the sight in front of me. Lars runs his hands through Neomi’s hair while her hips rock, her pussy coating his hardened cock with her arousal.

I lift Neomi’s hips up and dip down, spreading her wide. Her pussy glistens in the soft light of the room and the need to taste her again races through my veins. I flatten my tongue and drag it against her center from clit to ass. Her body shakes with the contact, and the sound of her gasp fills the room. I slide two fingers inside and then I grip Lars’ cock.

His hips thrust with my hand, and I take him deep in my mouth. I slide up and down his cock as I fuck Neomi with my fingers.

“Ah, fuck,” Lars bites out. “Christ, Gabriel.”

Neomi looks over her shoulder as my mouth struggles to form a smile around his cock. I lift off and shuffle on my knees, pulling Neomi’s hips toward me. Lining Lars up with her slit, I spit on his cock, spreading it down his shaft. Then, I notch the tip at her entrance and guide her hips down slowly, watching every inch of his perfect dick slip inside her.

I can’t breathe.

Lars is already so deep inside me, but then Gabriel reaches around us toward his nightstand. He opens the drawer and pulls out a slender vibrator and a bottle of lube. Returning to his position behind us, I hear the snick of the cap of the lube opening. I rock my body on Lars’ cock, anticipating what’s to come.

Gabriel leans forward and whispers against my ear, “Need to get you ready to take both of us, Siren. Going to stretch you a little, okay?”

I nod and then I feel the cool tip of the vibrator against my entrance. Lars’ hips go still below me as Gabriel slides it inside. At first, I feel the stretch, and it steals my breath. Gabriel grips my hip with his other hand and moves me, guiding me up and down. Once I relax, loving the feeling, I want more.

“Turn it on, Gabriel,” I pant.

Gabriel laughs low and mischievous as the low whirl of the toy fills the room and Lars’ back arches.

“Holy shit. Holy fucking shit,” Lars calls out.