Chapter 20
“Wouldn’t think of it.” Tyler tugged his pants over his hips with one hand and took the c****m Max handed him.
Oriana watched him roll the latex sheath over his d**k, wishing he’d hurry. She couldn’t understand how she could want this again, but it didn’t matter. She did, and Tyler would give it to her. Nice and simple.
“So how should I . . . ?” Tyler positioned himself between her thighs, then wrapped his hands around her waist to slide her to the very edge of the bed. “Is Max holding you down enough? I can’t beat you like Mason did.”
“I don’t think I need—” She bit her lip, arching up as Tyler filled her. “This is . . . mmm, Tyler.”
“I love hearing you say my name.” Tyler hammered into her, his jaw clenched in a smile. “Say it again.”
“Very good, Vanek.” Dominik knelt be
