Part 2:

Lena's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she struggled against her bindings. The cool leather of Marcus's belt dug into her wrists with each twist of her body, but the pain only heightened her arousal.

Cole's rough hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide as he knelt between her legs. "Look at you," he purred, his hot breath ghosting over her dripping core. "So wet and needy...begging for our touch."

Marcus stepped closer, his massive frame looming over her. He reached out ...