Free Collateral Damage by Bianca Sommerland

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    "How selfish of you, Vincent." Cyrus clucked his tongue as he strolled around us.
    He lowered to his chair behind the desk and leaned back with his arms folded over his chest. "Unless I want to drain her past the point of quick recovery, I can't possibly have a taste."
    "I wasn't aware I had to share her every time." Vince reached back and put his hand over mine, giving them a little squeeze. "Besides, this was a reward. She's doing well."
    "Is she?" Cyrus bent over the desk and picked up my lesson plans. "I see. You're already at Act Two. Alrik has read all this?"
    "No. Nicole is reading it to him . . . he finds the words rather difficult." Vince said.
    "Indeed. But he is following the story?" Cyrus slapped the book on the desk and stood. "Wait, don't answer. I already know. He told Lacy he really, really likes Miss Reed, but he hates doing lessons with her because they're so boring. I wouldn't call that doing well."
    "Y—" I swallowed a yelp as Vince dug his fingers into my wrists.
    "You chose Hamlet , Cyrus." Vince unhooked my hands from his belt and approached the desk, bracing his hands on the edge as he faced Cyrus. "I hated it when I was a boy. My teacher did everything she could to make it interesting, but she failed.
    However, she excelled at other things, so you decided to keep her around. For a very long time." His tone took on a bitter edge. "I've decided to do the same with Nicole."
    "You've decided?" The way Cyrus' eyes narrowed at Vince made me want to drag him out of the room and tell him to run. Then Cyrus came toward us, and I figured the smart thing would be for me to run. I felt like I was standing in front of an oncoming train with someone who thought he could take it.
    Good luck with that. I'll write you a nice eulogy.
    But logic couldn't make me leave Vince. Not when he'd stuck up for me. So I stayed, watching the standoff, a flimsy show of support.
    "She's getting to you, isn't she?" Cyrus patted Vince's cheek, hard enough that it was almost a slap. "You like the idea of owning her, don't you? The idea means more to you than your loyalty to me."
    "I have proven my loyalty." Vince said through his teeth.
    "That you have, and I hate to doubt it." Cyrus leaned against the desk and let out a heavy sigh. "Very well, let her prove to me how she's excelled. Get the bitch to strip and bend over this desk. Make her please me as much as she has you."
    "I've been working on her other skills. Any cunt can be fucked."
    "Really? I'm intrigued." Cyrus glanced over at me, his lips drawn into a thin line.
    "Show me."
    Before I could move, Vince grabbed my wrist and gave me a look that said, clearly, "you don't have to." I didn't understand. What choice did either of us have?
    Unless he was ready to take Cyrus out . . . .
    "So far, I'm not impressed." Cyrus said.
    You've come so far. I twisted my wrist free from Vince's grip and shook my head.
    Something, deep inside, told me this wasn't the right time. Told me Vince couldn't take Cyrus. Why ruin all the progress I'd made? He wasn't ready . . . but he was getting there.
    "Sir?" I said, letting that one word say everything. Tell me what I need to do to prove your claims.
    The indecision in Vince's eyes nearly did me in. I'd gotten used to him being in charge. But now that power belonged to Cyrus. And so far I'd only done one thing that proved how I'd surrendered mine to Vince.
    I can do that. I prayed Vince caught the thought.
    He did.
    "You may show him." Vince inclined his head.
    I went to Cyrus, knelt, and reached for his zipper.
    "There's a good girl." Cyrus shifted so the desk took most of his weight as I exposed his dick. "Maybe you're right, Vincent. There are plenty of woman for me to use—only mine, and apparently yours, give me what I want so willingly."
    His words meant nothing. Less than nothing. I did this for Vince.
    Cyrus's cock was long, but Vince's was thicker. I hadn't really paid attention while I'd had Vince in my mouth, but some perverse part