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the Lower Mills district of Dorchester.
    The old building had charm. It’d been a factory in the late 1800s and had already possessed a sort of atrium-like construction that had given Dante the initial idea for the club layout. It was twice as long as it was wide, with four floors, including a first level that was partially submerged in the rock surrounding the Neponset River. With the already narrow iron staircases and warren of corridors connecting various spaces on each floor, Dante had never had a desire to move anywhere else.
    He stretched his stiff muscles. It’d been too long since he’d gotten laid. When had sex become something he’d lost interest in? The erection pushing against the soft cotton sheets wanted to know the same thing. One night wasn’t enough. He hadn’t been that satisfied with a lover in ages, and last night he’d had two.
    The memory of Suri’s soft skin and Jericho’s spicy taste tormented him. His cock was painfully hard, the skin so taut he thought it might burst. Reaching beneath the covers, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and gently squeezed. It throbbed right back at him, angry at the loss of the woman and man who’d shared his bed for the first half of the night. He shouldn’t have allowed himself to sleep and miss out on the chance to instigate round two.
    He thrust his hips against his hand and shivered at the sensation. Sliding his fingers through the fluid leaking from the hole in the tip of his head, he brushed the warmth over his already sensitive skin. His eyes drifted shut, and the memories came back full force.
    He pictured his princess with her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, taking his cock in her hand as she stared into his eyes. Those soft lips kissing a trail of fire down his belly. The anticipation of watching Jericho thrust into her pussy while she sucked Dante to completion. He clenched his fist, pumping it up and down as he remembered the feel of their bodies next to his.
    Her pink lips closed over the head of his cock as she sucked precum from the tip. Tongue like satin gliding across his skin, licking, teasing, until his balls were ready to burst.
    Dante groaned, his ass clenching tight as his climax built into a wall of need inside his body. He wanted Suri like he’d never wanted another woman. More than that, he wanted to share her with Jericho, to enjoy his friend’s hard body and thick cock. He wanted to feel the suction of Jericho’s mouth, the tight embrace of Suri’s pussy before his body came undone.
    Dante trembled, his cock spewing a thick stream of cum that scorched his belly. He groaned, sated and frustrated all at once. It wasn’t enough to relieve himself. He had to find a way to scratch this itch before he lost his mind. Asylum wasn’t the kind of place to run when you were distracted. One wrong move could bring the whole thing crashing down.

Chapter Three
    “You’re playing as if you hate your instrument, Abby.” Suri cradled her own cello in her arms. “Make friends with the thing. You should hold it like you would a lover.”
    “As if I know what that’s like.” Abby’s grumble brought Suri to the realization that using sexual references while teaching a music lesson probably wasn’t a great choice.
    “Then think about how you hug your mom or dad.”
    The teenager wrinkled her nose. “I don’t typically put my mom between my knees for a hug, Ms. Robertson.”
    “Okay, forget the hugging.” Suri was reaching the boiling point at a much faster rate than usual. Either her students were twice as annoying, or her sexual frustration was off the charts. “Just be nice to it. You’re so tense your arms can barely move. Technique can’t be forced. You’ve got to feel it. If you can get in touch with the music, the technique will come.”
    Abby was her last private lesson for the afternoon. Suri liked the kid more than she did her other students. Abby had a bigger build that gave her an easier time with her playing