“My boyfriend.” I try to sound intimidating, but my quiet voice betrays me. He knows I should be screaming.

He laughs, “This is the one you told me about at the club, the one who left you?” Of all the things he could remember, it had to be that?

A firm knock rasps on the door.

I nod, and the feeling of his hands untying the ropes gives me hope. He grips my waist with his strong hands. “Do you want to make him jealous, or do you want me to hold you tight against my cock with my hand covering your mouth until he leaves?”

The devil on my shoulder screams at me to make him jealous, but I can’t use my captors for that. Right?

“I would rather him be here than you.” I lie. Not knowing what’s gotten into me. Kane wraps his strong arms around me, sliding my body against his cock. He’s not inside of me... yet.

“I would believe you if your wet cunt wasn’t glistening against me right now.” He grins and looks to the guys, “Go, upstairs.” He orders and they all shuffle up, leaving us alone.

Key’s jangle, he must’ve had another spare since he left me his set with the sorry note.

“What do you want, Mace?” Kane asks, a tinge of urgency in his tone.

I don’t answer, I simply place my hands on Kane’s shoulders, and allow his thick cock to stretch my pussy as I lower myself onto him. He moans, his head rolling back from the movements.

Dante walks in to find me riding a man three times his size, I brace my palms against Kane’s knees helping to slide my body up and down his thick shaft.

But Kane is strong, and he wants to put on a show. He stands, hoisting me up and fucking me mid-air as Dante stares at us, gaping.

“What in the fuck?” Dante finally shouts.

I moan, half faking it and half from the feeling of my body sliding up and down Kane’s massive cock. He angles our bodies sideways and I look directly at Dante, “Get out of my house.” I tell him, my voice low and euphoric.

Dante takes one last look at me, then at Kane. He knows better than to fight a man that’s this fucking big, especially when he’s so busy with my body.

Before leaving, his eyes pan to the painting on the ground, to the canvas I cut up. And right then, I know without a shadow of a doubt that Dante was only coming here for that painting.

He was planning on sneaking in and taking it while I slept but he must have heard movement and that’s why he knocked. Fucking coward.