"Please," I begged, my voice ragged with need.
Dimitri's chest brushed against my back as he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that from you," he murmured, kissing my shoulder. "Begging so sweetly, so perfect. You're such a good girl for us, aren't you?"
I nodded, too far gone to form words.
Chang Xuefeng's hands smoothed over my hips, steadying me as I stayed perched on his cock, still pulsing and clenching with every stretch of Dimitri's slow, teasing touch.
Dimitri's slick finger slid out, replaced by the thick head of his cock. He didn't push in—not yet. Just pressed, applying the slightest pressure to my tightest place.
"You can still say no," Dante reminded me, his voice a soothing balm at my side. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my head toward him. "One word from you, and we stop."
"I don't want to stop," I breathed. "I want all of you."
