Gone is the bored arrogance, the insouciance, with which he greeted us. His jaw is clenched so tightly that the muscles are jumping on both sides of it; his eyes are wild; and he’s managed during the course of his blow job to mess up all that dirty blonde hair pretty impressively. He gets to his feet, gripping his cock like it’s an unexploded grenade, his shirt undone and trousers hanging by a thread around his hips.

‘Show her who’s boss, why don’t you?’ Brendan goads him.

‘I fucking will,’ Ethan says in a low, rough voice that would be terrifying if it wasn’t so hot.

Brendan moves the hand that was on my breast and wraps it around my neck.

He has me by the neck and by the clit.

I am, to all intents and purposes, naked between two riled up, still-dressed billionaires.

They’re using me as a pawn in their weird, fucked-up game of rutting horns.

Brendan is huge and hot and hard inside me, his dick pulsing angrily inside my front wall as he holds off on thrusting again until Ethan’s done his part.

My lips feel puffy, and I can still taste Ethan’s precum.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

Brendan circles my soaking clit with infuriatingly light, slow circles, and I attempt to bear down against his finger, but I can’t. I’m held in place by his dick and his chokehold.

‘Stop it. Stay nice and still like a good girl and let Kingsley use you how he wants, and then I’ll make it all feel better. Got it?’

‘Got it,’ I whisper, fixing my eyes on Ethan, who’s towering over me. I watch, transfixed, as he runs his hand over his shaft once, twice, three times. Each time he does it, he closes his eyes as if he’s in agony.

And then he’s coming, shooting great white ropes of cum that hit me on the jaw, the chest, with warm, wet lacerations, his exhales laced with low, anguished cries.

One man has marked me as another man pulses inside me, and I feel the oddest mixture of debased and triumphant.

Brendan releases me from his grip and uses both hands to smear Ethan’s cum over my skin, rubbing it into my nipples and my stomach. ‘Look what you made him do,’ he croons. ‘Little fucking seductress. You’re too fucking lovely for us not to want to mess you up.’ Then, ‘Out of the way,’ he grunts at Ethan, who’s standing, head thrown back and hand still wrapped around his cock, looking utterly spent and not a little dazed.