Janelle drags Kade by the hair, pulling him away from the unconscious man, her nails scraping his scalp as she pushes him to his knees.
"You don't get to make decisions, Kade," she says coldly, circling him like a lioness.
"You don't get to raise your hand without my permission."
He looks up at her, breathless, pupils blown wide—but he doesn't beg.
Not yet.
Janelle smirks.
She turns to Mirabel and Naya, who are watching, dripping, panting.
"Ladies. Would you like to see him cry a little?"
Mirabel grins.
"Make him scream."
So they do.
Janelle ties his arms behind his back. Naya rides his face with no mercy. Mirabel scratches her nails down his chest, leaving red trails.
He's not allowed to come. He's not allowed to touch. He's only allowed to serve.
And then…
Janelle whispers:
"You've been a bad boy, but you were jealous for me… weren't you?"
Kade nods, eyes shining, lips swollen, throat raw.
"Then show me. Take Mirabel. Now."
His eyes widen.
She cuts the ropes.
He doesn't waste a second.
He flips Mirabel onto her back like she's made of silk, like she's his only air. She gasps as he pins her down, rough and hungry, burying his face between her thighs like a starved man.
Janelle sits beside them, petting Aster who's still kneeling, watching with wide, glassy eyes.
"Watch, my little toy," Janelle coos to Aster. "He's only good when I let him be."
Mirabel moans Kade's name.
Naya's already begging to go next.
Aster's trembling.
And that man Kade knocked out?
...He's starting to wake up.
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To be continued