The house was quiet. Everyone else had left hours ago.
Mirabel's body still tingled from the earlier heat, her skin bare beneath the robe she hadn't bothered to tie. She sat on the edge of the bed, sipping water, when Janelle walked in. Silent. Serious.
Her eyes weren't soft. They were burning.
"You told Kade to touch you," Janelle said quietly. Deadly.
Mirabel blinked. "You told him to."
"I told you to enjoy yourself. Not him. There's a difference."
Mirabel set the glass down. "Then why did you watch like you liked it?"
Janelle moved closer—slow, dangerous. Her robe slid off her shoulder as she stood in front of her. "You want the truth?"
Mirabel looked up. "Say it."
Janelle leaned down, hand gripping her jaw. "Because seeing you moan for someone else made me want to break them. And own you."
Mirabel's breath caught. Her thighs clenched.
"I'm not sharing you again, Mirabel. Not tonight. Not ever."
She pulled the robe open, revealing Mirabel's bare skin, her legs slightly parted, glistening with need. Janelle dropped to her knees.
"You're mine," she whispered against her inner thigh, kissing softly. "This right here? Only I get to touch it. To taste it. To make it scream."
Mirabel gasped as Janelle's mouth replaced her words, slow at first, then faster, deeper. Her fingers digging into her hips to keep her still.
"I want you to beg," Janelle growled against her heat. "Say you're mine."
"I'm—fuck—I'm yours…"
"Louder."
"I'M YOURS, JANELLE!"
Janelle slid two fingers in without warning, curling just right, watching her lover fall apart, eyes wet, voice broken.
"You'll never let them touch you again, right?"
"Never…"
"Good girl."
And she didn't stop until Mirabel couldn't say anything at all—until her body was trembling, her breath stolen, and her heart so full it hurt.
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To be continued