Ryker’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing. My pussy squeezed around him like it never wanted to let go. Victor’s hand stayed loose around my throat, his thumb stroking the side of my neck like he was calming a scared animal. But his eyes were anything but calm. They burned.

“Good girl,” Ryker said, voice rough. He gave one slow thrust that made me whimper. “you're stuck with us now. No more distractions.”

Victor nodded once. “Good. Because I want to hear every sound she makes tonight.” He leaned in and kissed me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth the same way his son was claiming...