Lucien regretted everything. He should never have swum across the damn ocean just to drag those idiotic Twinster back. He should have let them drift away and let natural selection take care of them.
"You know," he murmured with an exaggerated tremble, "the ocean is so cold. I think I'm going to catch a cold."
Edmund sat beside him with a quiet, blooming smile, clearly delighted with the view he had of Lucien's restrained, fully exposed body. From where he was seated, he could see every curve and every twitch.
"Aren't you the one who said you didn't want to be treated like a weak princess?" Edmund replied in a gentle, amused tone. "Now take your medicine, Lucien."
"Fuck all of you. This is humiliating," Lucien muttered, his face overheated enough to warm an entire room.
He was bent over the sex bench, his wrists and ankles secured, his flushed face revealed to everyone present.
