Callum's free hand slid down Samamtha's stomach, fingers slick from Marcus's offering. He pressed two fingers against her entrance, then pushed inside with a single, devastating thrust.
Deeper than Marcus, harder.
Samantha gasped, the stretch burning sweetly.
Callum held her gaze, eyes blazing with possessive fire.
"Louder," he commanded, his voice rough gravel.
He curled his fingers upward, finding that spot inside her with unerring accuracy. A choked sob escaped her.
Kai's hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back against his own straining erection.
Marcus watched, his expression unreadable, his thumb returning to her nub, circling faster now, matching Callum's brutal rhythm inside her.
The sensations collided—Callum's deep, claiming pressure, Marcus's relentless friction, Kai's hard heat against her back.
Her body convulsed, suspended between agony and ecstasy, the ropes biting deeper as she strained.
Tears pricked her eyes.
