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arousal—all proved to be too much for Preston’s fervent sensibilities.
    With a low growl in the back of his throat, he released his penis from his trousers and began to massage the member, sliding his hand up and down with frantic movements as pressure built at the base. Within seconds, he began to spurt streams of milky white seed all over his hand, bliss invading every pore of his convulsing body.
    Then Gabriel’s hoarse groan resounded through the room, his hands digging into Lydia’s scalp as jets of semen pulsed out to fill her mouth. She choked, pulling away almost in panic as his penis continued to jerk and twitch, splattering her breasts and neck with liquid.
    Preston forced away a rush of rage as he witnessed Gabriel’s penis slipping out of the wet confines in which it had been embedded, coated with the mingled juices of his loins and her mouth.
    Weakly, Lydia pressed her hands on the floor as she tried to catch her breath, her naked body quivering with the onslaught of furious sexuality and the newly discovered eroticism of discipline. Before she could move, Gabriel slipped his adept fingers into her folds from behind, skillfully massaging her to the shattering heights of her own orgasm.
    Lydia shrieked out her pleasure, her whole body trembling with vibrations. She sank down onto the carpet, her limbs boneless as she throbbed visibly with both lingering rapture and the sting of Kruin’s hand. Her skin was damp with the sweat of exertion, her chest heaving as she recovered from the invasion of sensations.
    Preston watched her, his dark eyes narrowed into slits of cold glass as he struggled to rid himself of the evidence that Gabriel had been the first to enjoy her submission in the manner they had all been anticipating with great delectation.
    A simmer of anger shuddered through him at the knowledge that he had been reduced to jerking his own flesh, while Gabriel had been granted the enviable occasion of spilling into Lydia’s hot mouth.
    Preston shot to his feet, his face a mask of irritation as he reached down to grasp Lydia’s arm.
    “Get up, you little slut,” he snarled. “Go clean yourself.”
    Gabriel opened his mouth as if to protest the unnecessary roughness directed toward the woman who had just provided him with an exhilarating experience, but before he could say anything, Lydia scrambled to her feet.
    A flush of anger and embarrassment crept over her cheeks, along with a look of relief at the opportunity to leave their company. She snatched up her discarded dress and hurried from the room without looking back.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Gabriel paused by Lydia’s bedroom. His green eyes seared through the twilight darkness of the room as he pushed the half-ajar door fully open. She was asleep on her stomach, her body covered only by a thin, cotton sheet in deference to the night-time heat, the rounded curves of her hips and waist delineated by the draping cloth.
    A slight smile curved Gabriel’s mouth as he noticed the arch of her bare back, pleased that she had obeyed his instructions to wear nothing as she slept. He approached the bed, reaching out to grasp the sheet in his hand and pull it over her body. She shifted onto her side and murmured in her slumber, her brown hair spilling over the creamy pillows like strands of polished silk.
    Gabriel caught the faint scent of peach-scented soap rising from Lydia’s skin as he removed the sheet, his gaze tracking hungrily over her breasts and soft peaks, the swell of her belly and the folds of her sex tucked so snugly between her thighs.
    He placed his hand on her hip, applying enough pressure that she shifted again, exposing the fullness of her buttocks to his searching eyes. Even in the charcoal illumination, he could see that her bottom cheeks still burned from the blows Kruin had administered.
    His penis stirred at the memory of Lydia lying helpless over Kruin’s muscular thighs, her entire body writhing and wriggling as she