“Okay,” she cried. “I’ll do it.” She took my cock in her warm palm, and at the first touch of her hand to my shaft, my own fucking sickness rose, tearing through me with the devastation of a torpedo. I closed my eyes, drew deep breaths through my nose, but her dainty fingers pulled me under. It was the first time she’d touched me—that I could remember anyway—and my cock grew into a rock hard piston of shame.

“Eyes open, Mason. It’s only respectful to watch your slut suck you off.” Cleft wrenched her hands behind her. “Hand me a pair of cuffs, Vinnie.”

Bulky leather restraints exchanged hands, and Cleft fastened her wrists at her back. “You wanna mouth-fuck him, right sugar?”

She didn’t answer, and his expression darkened. He smacked her on the cheek. “Answer me!”

“Yes!”

“That’s what I thought.” He brushed a thumb over her trembling lips before wedging his fingers inside, stretching her wide open. He slid her mouth onto my dick, and fuck…it was like coming home. My cock nestled in her wet heat, and the suction of her mouth, the sensual whirl of her tongue, the wide-eyed way she gazed at me—each were lethal on their own, but the combination of sensory overload ignited a war in my veins.

I was scum. Worse than scum.

She’d been shoved to her knees, her mouth forced to fuck me, and I wanted nothing more than to explode down her throat, camera, assholes, and spotlights be damned.

“Sweetie, let’s hear some moaning.” Cleft pushed her further onto my dick. “Make it good for the audience.”

Brock snickered. What I wouldn’t give to send my fist into his face again. I yanked at the chains, and the clink of metal on metal echoed through the room.

Alex moaned, and my whole body twitched at the vibration of her tongue. Pressure built in my balls. I clenched my hands into fists. “Don’t make her do this.”

“Unless you want Brock to bloody her ass again, you’ll keep your fucking swimmers inside your balls until I give you permission.” Cleft’s lips curved into a ruthless smile. He pressed against her skull and shoved her flush with my groin. Her throat had no choice but to suck down my cock.

She gagged, but her eyes…fuck, those eyes never wavered from mine for a moment. Smudges of dirt sullied her forehead and cheeks, and her curls surrounded her face in a riot of tangles, but she’d never looked so gorgeous.

Or tempting.

My legs quaked from the effort of keeping myself upright on my toes, and each pump of blood in my body rushed straight to my dick.

Cleft yanked her off then impaled her on my shaft again.

She moaned. I moaned.

We were both fucked, because in that moment, I knew she was getting something out of this too.