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Nikolai Alyssa is sprawled out on the bed, trembling like a f*****g leaf. I want to help her, give her the relief she so desperately needs, but I already know King won't let me. He's going to drag this out for as long as he can—because she needs it. He wants her desperate, pliant, and begging. I crawl between her legs, claiming her lips with a desperate kiss. "You're such a mess, sweet girl," I murmur, my voice a low rasp as I slip a finger through her wetness. "Look at how much your p***y is weeping for us." I shift my hips, sliding my c**k between her slick folds, teasing both her and myself. Each time I pull back, the ridge of my head catches on her clit, making her moan louder, needier. "Niko, please," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Please make me come." Fuck. My whole body