Chapter 21

Axel leaned back in his chair and studied me. Intensely. Like he didn’t care if anyone saw. He wore a powder-grey suit with a black T-shirt tucked neatly into his slacks.

He smiled at me, and his voice dropped low. “Like what you see, sweetheart?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and turned away, taking another sip of champagne from my glass. Then a woman appeared. She was middle-aged, wearing a long white designer dress. Her hair was pulled into a sleek bun, diamond studs in both ears. She smiled at me and then sat down across the table.

“Hello,” she smiled, extending her hand to me. I took it and shook it. “I’m Dan’s wife, Debrah. You must be Sloane.”

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled.

Several moments passed. Adrian, Luca, and Dan were locked into their conversation. Debrah was now droning on about her trip to Paris, and Axel was mindlessly nodding his head from time to time. But he spent most of the time staring at me.

I was on my second glass of champagne. All I wanted was for Debrah to shut up and for dinner to arrive. I was starving.

I sighed with relief as staff members appeared carrying trays of food. Maybe Debrah wouldn’t talk so much if her mouth was full.

Everyone stopped mid-conversation and pulled their chairs closer to the table as the servers laid the plates in front of us.

I looked down to see bright, fresh salads being placed in front of us and sighed. Rich people. I had been hoping for something more hearty. I had skipped lunch again.

I dug in anyway.

“So, Sloane,” Debrah began, not even looking at the salad. “Let me tell you about Madrid. Now that was an incredible trip.”

Not again.

So I began shovelling the salad into my mouth as she waffled on.

“Aren’t you bored?” I heard Axel say in my ear. I turned to look at him, and he was smirking.

“Pardon?” Debrah said from across the table. “What was that, Axel?”

“Sorry,” Axel said, suddenly the perfect gentleman. “I was just telling Sloane that I dropped my napkin.”

Debrah smiled at him and began talking again. I saw Axel leaning forward from the corner of my eye as Debrah started talking about eating churros from a street vendor. His arm was under the linen cloth, and it was now moving around beneath the table.

Just as I placed an heirloom tomato in my mouth, I felt it. His hand was on my ankle. I froze mid-bite. Then I felt the tips of his fingers dragging up the length of my leg. I shifted my leg, but he didn’t seem to care. He began to sit upright again, his hand still moving upward.

My dress was being lifted. I reached down and quickly covered my exposed thighs with the linen tablecloth. His hand was now on my inner thigh.

“Stop,” I whispered from the side of my mouth.

He held up his cloth napkin and smiled at Debrah. “Got it.”

She chuckled and finally began eating.

Thankfully, the table was high, stopping just below my breasts, and we were sitting on counter-height stools. So Debrah couldn’t see a thing.

I felt his fingers tracing circles on my inner thigh. I was too scared to make too much movement.

I tried to ignore the fact that my pussy was now throbbing. I could feel the moisture pooling at my entrance.

God damn him.

Debrah was now discussing churros again, and Axel’s fingers were slipping higher. I looked around me. There wasn’t anyone sitting behind us, and we were on the far end of the lawn.

Then I felt it-the tips of his fingers sliding under the fabric of my panties. I sucked in and whispered again.

“What the fuck, Axel?” I nudged him with my elbow.

He leaned to the side. “I’m bored. If she keeps talking about churros, I might jump off a fucking bridge. She is insufferable. This is more fun.”

Then my eyes widened as I felt him slide his finger along my slick labia. Then he slid his pointer finger into my entrance. I was already soaking. He began moving slowly, working it in and out of me. I felt my thighs clench around his hand. I turned toward him, and he smiled at me before lifting his tequila glass.

Debrah was now waving down a staff member and asking for another margarita.

I tried to even my breathing.

And the truth was, I could have probably stopped him.

But I didn’t.

Then another finger slid into me. I clutched desperately onto my champagne glass, and before I could stop myself, I let out a soft whimper.

“You okay, dear?” Debrah asked, now spearing a chunk of basil.

I nodded and lifted my champagne glass to my lips as Axel continued to move his fingers in and out of me.

Debrah took a sip of her margarita and winced. “Please excuse me. I need to go talk to a staff member. This margarita is horrendous.”

She stood and left the table.

“What’s the matter, Sloane?” I heard another voice to my right.

Luca.

He leaned forward, a smile on his face. “You alright there?”

I nodded.

Axel looked over at Luca. “She’s enjoying her night.”

Then he slid his fingers out of my entrance as I let out a barely audible sigh. I turned toward him and watched as he slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

“The appetiser was delicious,” he smiled.

I blinked and then chugged the remainder of my champagne.

“What’s the matter, Sloane?” Luca said, his voice dropping low.

“Nothing,” I said quickly.

I pulled my dress back into place and heard Luca chuckle next to me. Debrah magically reappeared with a new margarita and more stories about Europe.

Thankfully, the next course soon arrived and Axel left me alone for the remainder of dinner.

After dinner, the tables were cleared, and we all dispersed, standing around the garden with drinks in our hands.

Dan eventually made his way toward me, and we spoke about the code for a while. Debrah had finally latched onto another guest, and I could hear her talking about churros again.

Finally, I found myself alone in the corner of the garden, a fresh glass of champagne in my hand. I was tapping at my phone screen, seeing if I could call an Uber.

“That’s not necessary,” a voice said next to me. It was Luca.

“You’re nosy,” I said, turning the screen away from him.

He positioned himself in front of me, leaning forward as if he didn’t care if the guests saw him.

“I have seen every inch of your body, babe,” he winked. “I don’t think it’s a big deal if I know you’re calling an Uber.”

I rolled my eyes at him and tapped on my screen again. Just as I was about to confirm my ride, he reached forward and snatched the phone from my hand.

“Hey!” I yelled, reaching for it. He just smiled and held it above his head, out of my reach. I jumped and tried to grab it, but he laughed.

“You can’t leave,” he said. “We haven’t spent any time together.”

I sighed. “I’ll stay another hour if you give it back.”

“Deal,” he said, handing it back to me.

He motioned toward the back door of the mansion. “Do you mind helping me grab a few things? We’re going to play a few games.”

“Aren’t there servants here for that?” I asked as I rolled my eyes.

His face fell flat for a moment. “You think because I have money that I can’t be bothered to walk into my own home just to grab a few things?”

“You live here?” I blinked.

He nodded. “You only saw one of my homes.”

“It’s…” I looked around.

“Incredible?” he grinned. “I know.”

I walked with him into the back entrance of the mansion. We passed through what seemed like an endless number of hallways until he opened a door leading into a game room.

Along one wall stood a row of vintage arcade machines. Neon signs hung on each wall, their lights flashing along the top of a full-size pool table that sat at the center of the room.

A sleek mini bar sat in the far corner. Two high-backed barstools were pulled up along the side. Across from it, a black leather couch sat next to a low coffee table scattered with coasters and a deck of cards.

A large flat-screen TV was mounted above a modern fireplace, next to built-in shelves holding board games, old vinyl records, and framed memorabilia.

“Wow,” I breathed. “This place is cool.”

“I like vintage things,” he smiled.

He walked over to the coffee table and leaned down to pick up a deck of cards. I followed.

“What else are we grabbing?” I asked, peering around.

He tilted his head at me. “Sloane, why don’t you want to see me?”

My shoulders slumped. “You men are relentless.”

He stepped toward me. “You let Axel finger you at dinner. I’m not happy about that.”

“Look-” I began.

“It’s not fair,” he said, reaching out and grazing my bare shoulder with the tips of his fingers.

I felt goosebumps spring up along my skin.

“Let’s just get what you need and go,” I smiled, stepping back.

He ignored me and reached for my waist. I let out a squeal of shock as he lifted me and placed me on top of the pool table.

“Luca,” I said sternly.

“Since when do you call me that?” he laughed. He leaned forward, and his lips found my neck. He sucked softly, and I felt my body instantly relax, as if it had been craving it.

Then I felt it-his teeth sinking into my skin. I whimpered, and my hands reached out to clutch his hair. He flicked his tongue along the spot where he’d bitten me.

“I did not give you permission to call me that,” he said against my skin. “You need to be put back into place, Sloane. We all agree.”

“Excuse me?” I said, leaning away.

He pulled back and looked at me.

“You’ve changed, Sloane,” he said. “You know you belong with us. Stop resisting.”

I didn’t have time to respond before he sank to his knees. I shifted, attempting to slide off the pool table, but he reached up and held onto my waist.

“You are going to let me eat your pussy, Sloane,” he said. His expression was darker than I’d ever seen before.

“And,” he said, tightening his grip, “you will call me Dr. Creed unless I say otherwise.”

I laughed. “Who do-”

But within seconds, my dress was lifted. I reached down to pull it back down, but he grunted and pushed my hands away.

“Vale has gotten you all wet already,” he said as he ran a finger along the fabric of my panties. I shivered, my clit already swelling.

“He’s not Vale anymore,” I managed to croak. “He’s just Mr. Lockridge.”

It was the only energy I had left to argue. My pussy was screaming at me to let him do whatever he wanted.

He sighed. “This is exactly what I mean, Sloane. You need consequences. You need to be put back in line.”

Then he stood. “I don’t think I will eat your pussy after all.”

I blinked, unsure what to say. For some reason, my body screamed at me to beg.

He reached into his pocket and tapped at his phone for a few moments while I slipped off the pool table.

“Let’s just get these games and go,” I said quickly.

“Sure thing,” he said flatly. He collected the deck of cards and handed me a few board games. Then he led me out of the game room, and we began walking down the winding halls again.

Soon, we stopped in front of two large doors. I looked at him in confusion.

“Do we need something from here?” I asked, still holding the boxes of board games.

“Yes,” he said. He reached for the doors and pulled them open.

We stepped inside, and I felt my stomach drop.

There stood Adrian and Axel.

And Adrian was holding a thick, black rope in his hands.

Chapter 22

“What the hell are you doing?” I scoffed, taking a step back. “I already rejected your offer.”

Axel’s eyes were drifting up and down my body, the same dark expression that he always carried still on his face.

Adrian sighed, as if I were annoying him. “Sloane, enough. You want to be with us. Stop playing your silly little games.”

I laughed, dropping the boxes of games to the floor with a loud thud. “You’re an arrogant asshole, Adrian.”

I felt Luca standing behind me, a small shiver running down my spine as he pressed his chest against my back and slid his arms around my waist. I felt his mouth at my ear.

“Be a good girl and go inside,” he said, his voice low.

I shook my head. “No. Don’t you have guests to attend to anyway?”

Adrian stepped forward, moving closer to me. “Don’t you remember the time that you gave in to us, Sloane? When you let us do whatever we wanted to you?”

Luca’s mouth was still at my ear. “Don’t you miss it?”

I had to admit that it had been an incredible time in my life. Three men. Three incredibly hot men. Controlling me. Possessing me.

I felt my panties grow damp as Adrian tilted his head, studying me, waiting for my response.

“You never even got to see our playroom,” Adrian said gently, now moving so that he was only an inch from me.

Playroom?

I was trapped. Adrian stood in front of me, the rope still in his hands. Luca was still behind me, his lips now brushing against the nape of my neck.

I was already soaking.

But I couldn’t do this.

In fact, this was evil. Allowing myself to be pleasured by these men when, in reality, I was betraying them.

Adrian reached out and tugged on my waist, and I let out a small yelp of surprise. He pulled me hard against him, and my hands fell against his rock-hard chest.

“I don’t-” I began to protest.

But he didn’t let me finish. He only rolled his eyes, as if I were irritating him again. The next thing I knew, I was lifted into the air as Adrian slung me over his shoulder and turned toward the door.

“Let go!” I screamed, my fists pounding against his back.

I heard Luca laughing as Adrian carried me inside.

“She has become incredibly stubborn,” Luca said.

I heard the doors shut with a loud bang followed by the sound of a latch locking in place.

Adrian set me down, and I looked around. The room was all leather and silk. Red bed sheets on a king-sized bed. A leather bed frame.

I looked over at Luca. “I’m leaving.”

I walked toward the door and reached for the knob, giving it a hard tug. It didn’t budge. I pulled on it, grunting and groaning.

“Stop,” a voice said, firm and calm.

I turned to see Axel behind me.

Adrian was now standing near a wall, reaching behind a bookcase to pull on something. I heard the sound of something metal turning. Then, to my surprise, the bookcase slid to the side, revealing a small room with black walls and a black tiled floor.

I should have been concerned. Maybe worried.

But something told me to have a closer look. Axel watched me closely as I took a few steps away from the door and looked over at the secret room that Adrian had just revealed.

I sucked in a breath, my heart racing.

The wall was covered in metal hooks, with items hanging from each of them. They were arranged in neat rows.

Leather.

Metal.

Cuffs.

Blindfolds.

Masks.

Whips.

My eyes widened. Adrian stepped into the secret room and made his way toward a bench.

Wait. I knew that bench-or one that was similar.

It was just like the one they had tied me to before. It felt like centuries ago, but the memories were still vivid.

The way they pounded into me. Used me.

My core tightened, and I felt more moisture pooling in my panties.

“I’m done waiting,” I heard Axel say.

I turned in time to see him making his way toward me, a hungry look in his eyes.

“Calm down,” Adrian said firmly.

But there was no use. Axel always took what he wanted.

“Hey-” I protested.

But he was already pulling at my waist, tugging me toward the bed.

“Not again,” Luca chuckled.

And I let him.

I let him pull me toward the bed and bend me over. I let him push my face into the plush mattress. I let him lift the back of my dress. I let him slide my wet panties to the side and reveal my opening.

“She wants it,” Adrian said. “God, she is soaking.” I could tell he was closer to me now. I felt his lips brush against my ear.

“You want it, don’t you, Sloane?” he whispered. I felt his hand reach for my hair and grip it tightly, the bobby pins in my hair, digging into the back of my head.

I didn’t respond. I heard the sound of Axel’s belt being loosened and his pants falling to the floor.

Then I felt it-the sharp sting of Adrian’s hand. My ass cheeks jiggled from the movement.

“Make her ass bounce even more,” I heard Luca chuckle. “She has such a nice ass. I missed seeing it. What a body.”

“Answer Adrian’s question,” I heard Axel command, as I felt the tip of his thick cock running along my wet entrance. “Tell him that you want it.”

I shook my head.

Then I felt it again, the sharp sting. I let out a whimper.

“You need to be disciplined, Sloane,” Adrian said against my ear. “We won’t tolerate this any longer.”

“You don’t own me,” I croaked.

But even I knew it sounded like a lie because I knew what it was like to be used by the three of them. To be controlled and contained.

And I loved it.

Then I felt it. Axel’s massive cock was pushing inside of me, stretching my vagina perfectly. His cock filled me as he pushed inside. Not gently. Not slowly.

I sighed, my vagina already contracting around his erection as the pleasure took over.

The sort of pleasure that I had only ever experienced when I was with them.

All three of them.

But then he didn’t move. I wanted him to, though. I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t take it anymore, in the way Axel always did. Aggressively. Hard and fast.

“Do you want it, Sloane?” Adrian repeated against my ear. I heard Luca chuckle from behind me.

Axel was gripping my waist, holding himself firmly inside of me.

I wanted to scream yes. But I didn’t. I just remained there, determined not to let them win this time.

Then Axel did something that he had never done before. He contained himself. He stepped back and pulled out of me.

I felt my body go cold, and I felt an instant hunger build inside of me.

“You aren’t being a very good girl, Sloane,” Adrian sighed.

I felt Axel pull on me, as I stood to my feet and turned to face them.

They were all naked now.

Fully erect cocks. Perfectly chiseled abs. Axel was massive, his muscles rippling under his tattooed arms, his blue eyes dark. Luca was smirking, his arms crossed over his lean, muscular chest.

Adrian turned and was now walking toward the secret room again. I tried not to stare at his back, the way his muscles contracted even when he walked. I tried not to watch as he lifted the bench.

I tried to ignore the way his forearm muscles contracted as he carried it into the room and set it beside the bed. Luca was now walking toward the room, and he soon returned with a blindfold in one hand.

“Now, Sloane,” Adrian said with a stern expression, “you are going to be tied to this bench. And you are going to wear this blindfold. Then, we are going to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

I just stared back at him silently. My eyes flickered toward the bench and the blindfold. I saw Axel reaching for the black rope that Adrian had placed on the bed.

“Curious?” Luca chuckled. “God, I can’t wait to fuck her.”

“I’m first,” Axel grunted.

He walked up behind me and pulled on the zipper of my dress. Luca was there in seconds, tugging on it until it fell to the ground.

Luca peered down at my exposed breasts, as my nipples perked up. He smirked, “No bra today, sweetheart?”

No, I had not worn a bra. I hadn’t needed one. I didn’t answer. I just narrowed my eyes at him.

“She has become very defiant,” Adrian said, shaking his head. “We have a problem gentlemen.”

I felt Axel reach around me from where he stood. I yelped as I felt his fingers twist each of my nipples tightly.

Within seconds, Luca retrieved a pair of nipple clamps from the small room. He stood in front of me and looked down at my breasts.

“Such perfect tits,” he grinned.

I tried to take a step back but ran into Axel’s thick chest.

I felt him grip my waist from behind, holding me in place. “Don’t move,” he grunted. His fingernails were digging into the flesh of my skin. I could feel his exposed cock pressing against my lower back. Warm and hard.

Luca reached out and secured the clamps onto my nipples. I yelped each time as the pain radiated through my breasts. Adrian was at my side, his hand cupping the side of my face as his thumb traced over my cheek. “You must be punished.”

“For what?” I spat back. I could still feel the clamps biting at my skin.

Adrian didn’t respond; he simply pulled his hand away.

“Time for your punishment, Sloane,” Luca smiled, his eyes full of lust as he motioned toward the bench.

Chapter 23

“Now, Sloane,” Adrian said with a small smile. “Get on the bench.”

I froze where I was and glared at him.

Axel grunted, and I felt him push me forward toward the bench. My knees hit the edge of the bench as he bent me forward. I felt all of their hands on me.

On my ankles.

My wrists.

My waist.

I heard Luca chuckling. “Look at her. She’s dripping.”

He was right. Who wouldn’t be?

I heard Axel grunt from behind me as he positioned himself there, his hands sliding over my ass cheeks. He squeezed tightly, and I jolted slightly. Adrian knelt in front of me and smiled gently.

“Welcome back, Sloane,” he said.

He held up the blindfold. I was soon shrouded in darkness as he secured it over my eyes.

I let out a small whimper as I felt hands securing the ropes around my wrists and ankles. The rough texture of the ropes burned against my skin as they tightened.

“Axel, just wait-” I heard Adrian warn.

But Axel didn’t.

I felt his massive cock slide into me without warning. My mouth dropped open instinctively as he filled me. Fast and hard. He was gripping my waist tightly as he began to pound into me like the animal he truly was.

“Not again,” I heard Luca sigh. “Save some for us, big guy.”

“Big-I can’t-” I began to moan. Axel’s cock was big. Massive, really. I had almost forgotten what a beast this man was.

He was fucking the life out of me already. Each thrust sent my body skyrocketing forward. I felt my hands slip and then heard Adrian speaking as he repositioned my wrists.

“Axel, you’ll make her fall,” he warned.

“She’s taking it so well,” Luca’s voice said. “Like she always does.”

“Such a tight pussy,” Axel grunted as he continued his thrusts. “And such a good slut.”

“Sometimes she is,” I heard Adrian say evenly. “She still needs to be straightened out, though.”

“Do you like it when I use your pussy?” Axel groaned, his thick cock still sliding into me relentlessly.

“You… don’t… own… me,” I moaned between thrusts.

But I knew I was a liar.

Axel only moaned deeply in response and began to pound even faster and harder. I felt the rope tugging at my skin as my hands began to slip again. But this time, Adrian didn’t readjust them. I gripped the edge of the bench, using every ounce of strength I had to keep taking his big dick.

My tits were bouncing, the leather ends of the nipple clamps slapping against my skin.

“Wow,” I heard Luca say from in front of me. “Look at her go.”

I felt sweat dripping down my forehead as I continued my struggle, taking his cock.

“Okay, enough,” Adrian sighed.

Axel groaned. “No. She needs to learn her lesson.”

“It’s fine, let him go,” Luca said. “You know I love to watch her being fucked.”

“Axel,” Adrian said calmly. “She will cave in. Trust me. She’s been away from us for a while. But we will break her.”

Axel began to slow his motions.

Fuck, it felt good. The way he filled me up-and I didn’t want it to stop.

“Axel!” Adrian said firmly.

He finally slid out of me.

I heard rustling as I felt someone cup my face with their hands. Then I heard Adrian speaking. “You are going to be punished. Until you apologize and admit the obvious. That we own you, Sloane.”

Then I felt a sharp, hard sting on my ass. A deep pain, unlike any pain they had ever given me before.

I cried out.

“Sshh,” Adrian said, stroking my face. “It’s a leather whip, sweetheart. The perfect toy for moments like this.”

His thumbs traced the curve of my jaw. “Do it again, Axel.”

Swish.

I cried out again.

“More,” Adrian said, now tucking a curl behind my ear.

Swish.

I cried out again, the pain radiating along my spine. But for some reason, I only grew wetter. Hungry for more.

“Are you ready to admit it, Sloane?” Adrian asked. “Say it. We own you.”

I shook my head.

Swish.

“Bite down, darling,” Adrian sighed, sliding his fingers into my mouth.

Swish.

I bit down on his fingers.

“That’s enough for now,” Adrian said, pulling his fingers out of my mouth. “How disappointing, Sloane.”

I felt hands on my waist and the sensation of a cock pressing against my opening. I heard a familiar moan.

Luca.

“No,” Adrian said sternly. “She doesn’t deserve an orgasm.”

Luca pulled back immediately.

I felt the ropes on my ankles and wrists being removed. Then the blindfold was pulled off, and I was soon staring into Adrian’s eyes.

“You will learn,” he said softly, his thumb brushing my lips.

I turned to see Luca and Axel putting on their clothes.

Were they leaving? Just like that?

They were soon out the door. They didn’t even look back.

I turned back toward Adrian. He was now standing in front of me, peering down at me. I stayed in my position, staring back at him. We remained that way for a few moments before he turned and gathered his clothes, slipping them on as I watched.

I sat back on the bench and winced as my ass cheeks burned. I slid off of it as he walked to the door. I reached for my dress.

So, this was it?

Had they given up?

He turned toward me, smoothing out his clothing as he opened the door.

“Have a good night, Sloane.”

Then he shut the door behind him.

“Assholes,” I hissed at the closed door.

I tugged my clothing back on and tried my best to tidy up my hair. I sighed, whimpering as I walked, my ass stinging relentlessly.

I reached for the knob of the door and turned it.

It didn’t move.

What the hell?

I tried again.

Still, it didn’t move.

The door was locked.

“Hey!” I yelled through the door. “Unlock it now!”

I banged my fists against the door, my eyes searching the room for another exit.

But there wasn’t one.

“Adrian!” I screamed, hitting the door again with the palms of my hands. “You asshole!”

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The morning came fast.

My eyes sprang open as I sat up and looked around.

I was still in their house.

I had fallen asleep in the large bed, still wearing the dress from the night before. I slung my legs over the side and wandered around. I noticed the door to the secret room had been closed.

I made my way to the adjoining bathroom and saw a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, and conditioner on the counter. Next to the items was a small note written in neat handwriting.

Sloane,

These are for you. There are clothes in your wardrobe.

-Adrian

“In my wardrobe?” I scoffed. “What the fuck?”

I made my way back to the bedroom door and checked it again-it was still locked. I groaned and made my way back to the bathroom. I took a shower, slathering myself in one of the many soaps that I found inside.

I scrubbed off the makeup from the night before and washed my hair. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around me. I made my way back into the bedroom.

I squinted at a small metal cart that was now near the door. I walked over to it and looked down. There were two large silver trays with lids. I took the lid off one tray.

There were pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I opened the second tray and found a pile of fruit.

“For fuck’s sake!” I screamed. “Adrian!”

I walked over to the wardrobe and swung the door open angrily. Inside, I was shocked to find… normal clothing. A T-shirt and jeans.

What I normally wore when I was not at work or at some snobby rich people’s event. I put the new clothing on and found a brush in the bathroom to brush my hair. Then I took the trays and sat on the bed.

Assholes or not, I was starving. I ate most of the food and put the trays back. Then I stood in the middle of the room, peering around like a helpless animal.

What in the fuck were they trying to do?

I heard a sharp knock at the door, then the sound of a key in the latch. The door soon swung open, and Adrian appeared. He was shirtless, wearing only swimming trunks. I tried not to follow the shape of the V-line formed by his muscles-the one that led straight to his cock.

But he caught me looking.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he said, smiling. He looked like a model as he leaned casually against the doorway, his legs crossed and his arm hanging at his sides.

“What are you doing?” I said, motioning toward the door. “You locked me in.”

“You can go home after we are done,” he said gently. He stepped toward me and stopped a few inches in front of me.

“Done with what?” I said, peering up at him.

He looked down at me and reached out to cup my chin in his hand. “Done breaking you, Sloane. You belong with us.”

“I don’t want any more of your money-nor do I want to sign another contract,” I said, my eyes flashing angrily.

“Is that so?” he leaned down so his lips were just inches from mine.

I held back the urge to take hold of his hair. To touch his chest. To kiss his lips.

“Want to go for a swim?” he murmured, his eyes on my lips.

“No,” I said firmly.

“Ok then,” He smiled. Then he stepped back and headed towards the door.

I ran towards it-but he was faster. He shut the door.

Right in my face.

Chapter 24

I sat on the edge of the oversized bed in my new room, staring at the floor and wondering how the hell my life had turned out like this.

The bed beneath me was so God damn big that it would have filled up my entire living room.

I dragged my hands down the sides of my face and let out a deep breath.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered.

After sitting there for a few hours, boredom had set in. I had wandered around the room and investigated every nook and cranny.

Who lived like this anyway?

The question had been circling in my head since I walked through the front doors. Their mansion felt more like a private resort. If I had thought the brothers had a nice home, well, this was on another level.

I suppose that’s what happened when three rich men purchased a home with their combined income.

I leaned back slightly, gripping onto the edge of the mattress as I stared up at the ceiling.

If they thought any of this was going to impress me, they were wrong. I had already been given the million I needed from them. Now that my apartment and debt were all paid off, I wasn’t struggling. I wasn’t desperate.

And the additional million that I would receive from the brothers… that was just a bonus.

A quiet knock interrupted my thoughts. I turned quickly toward the door and hopped to my feet. A woman stepped inside.

She wore a neat black dress with a white apron tied at the waist, and her dark hair was pulled back neatly.

“Good afternoon,” she said warmly. “Miss Heathrow?”

I blinked at her. “Yeah?”

She smiled. “My name is Anne. I’ve been sent to help accommodate you during your stay.”

I snorted. Accommodate me? Right.

“I’m fine,” I said flatly.

“Of course,” she said, despite my rude tone. “But if you’re hungry, the kitchen has several options.”

She held up a black velvet piece of paper. “We do have a menu for guests. Or if you’d prefer something lighter, maybe tea?”

I squinted at the piece of paper in her hand. “Did you just say you have a menu for guests?”

She nodded and smiled. “Yes, of course.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Water?” She tilted her head at me.

I shook my head again. “No.”

“Something sweet? The pastry chef-” she began.

“I said no.” I cut her off, holding my hand up to stop her.

Anne studied me for a moment, her expression still soft. For a moment, I almost felt guilty… almost.

“Well,” she said, “if you change your mind, the kitchen is always open.”

“I won’t,” I said, waving at her, urging her to leave.

She turned toward the door, tossing a smile over her shoulder. “Welcome to the house, Miss Heathrow.”

Then she left.

I expected to see her shut the door. I expected her to turn the latch.

But she hadn’t. In fact… the door was still wide open.

I stared at it.

Had she done it on purpose?

I stood slowly and walked toward the door before stepping into the hallway. My bare feet crept slowly along the polished floors as I edged forward.

The mansion felt different than the first time I had wandered through it. Maybe because I’d had a bit to drink last time. Or maybe I was too distracted to really pay much attention.

The ceilings stretched high above me, and I noticed intricate molding running along the top. I stopped for a moment and studied it. It seemed… old.

I walked slowly, my fingers brushing the smooth banister of a wooden staircase with carvings along the sides.

Everything smelled faintly of aged wood and lemon. I stopped every few steps to study something new. The attention to detail was insane.

I turned a corner-

And nearly walked straight into someone’s chest.

Strong hands caught my arms instantly to steady me.

“Hello,” a deep voice said calmly above me. “You finally came looking for us.”

My head snapped up.

Of course.

Dark hair, sharp features, and an amused expression.

I stepped back quickly.

Luca.

His gaze drifted down the hallway behind me, then back to my face. He reached out and cupped my cheek with his large hand, his eyes on my lips as he spoke.

I crossed my arms and took a step back, breaking the contact between us.

“I wasn’t looking for anyone. I’m simply leaving,” I said, eyes flashing.

A grin spread across his perfect face.

He wore a white crew-neck T-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans on top of brown suede boots. Did the man have a personal stylist or something?

Why? Why did he have to look so damn good?

“Sure,” he chuckled. “See you later, sweetheart.”

I blinked in confusion. “Ok… bye?”

I turned to walk around him. But he stepped to the side at the exact same moment.

We both froze in place, but he leaned forward slightly. I caught a whiff of whatever expensive cologne he was wearing. I could smell the soap from his morning shower still lingering on his skin.

My pulse began to race. Per usual, my body was betraying me.

His gaze moved slowly across my face.

“Thanks for visiting,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

I didn’t respond. I was too busy fighting the urge to climb him like a tree. After a few minutes, I took a deep breath and somehow managed to walk around him.

I made my way further down the hall, but I could feel his eyes still following me.

I managed to stumble my way through the mansion. I couldn’t help but stop from time to time. The amount of detail that went into every part of the home was incredible. It was definitely an older mansion that had been renovated over time.

The art was not what I expected to see in the home of three criminal Playboy CEOs. It was… tasteful. Elegant. Curated.

I could see all three of them in the mansion. Axel’s old-money style. Adrian’s modern touch. Luca’s eclectic taste.

Somehow it all worked.

I was turning the corner after studying an aged painting-

And almost collided with someone else.

A hand shot out, catching my waist.

Again…

“Well,” another voice said, deeper this time. “You finally gave up.”

I froze. Then slowly looked up.

I sighed.

Axel.

He was leaning back against the wall like he had been standing there for a while, waiting for me to come around the corner.

His hands were still resting at my waist, but he gripped me tighter. Possessively. As he always did.

I tried to step back, but he only rolled his eyes and held on tighter.

“Personal space, please,” I said sternly.

His eyes studied me for a few moments before he finally let go.

“You look lost, Sloane,” he said, his eyes travelling up and down the length of my body. “You should let me walk you back to your room.”

“I am not lost,” I said. “I’m just leaving.”

“You’re two floors away from the room you were given, sweetheart,” he replied, pulling himself away from the wall and straightening out his posture.

He now towered over me as he looked down. He wore a white short-sleeve polo shirt. His thick tattooed arms rippled underneath. He’d paired it with a pair of tailored ivory trousers and dark brown suede shoes.

Had he just come off of a yacht? The outfit surely cost a fortune.

I shrugged. “So what? Like I said, I am leaving.”

“I could walk you back,” he said. “In fact, let’s do that right now.”

He reached out to take hold of my wrist, but I stepped back.

His eyes grew stormy. Yup. I’d already pissed him off.

“You hate it, don’t you?” I smiled.

“Hate what?” he said, stepping toward me to close the gap that I had formed.

“When you’re told no?” I tilted my head at him. “You’re used to getting what you want, Axel Lockridge. But this time, it’s not going to happen.”

I saw his body stiffen and his jaw tighten as he stared back at me. I expected him to grab me. To throw me over his shoulder and drag me to my room.

But for once, he didn’t. Instead, he stepped back and only looked at me in silence. I turned away before he could say anything else and left him standing there as I continued my journey.

This place was impossible to navigate, and I had yet to find any sort of exit. I walked faster this time, determined to find my way back before I ran into-

I stopped abruptly and groaned, my shoulders sagging in defeat.

Someone was standing at the end of the hallway. A tall, wide figure. They were watching me, their arms folded neatly across their chest.

My stomach dropped slightly, and I felt the familiar tug on my heart.

Adrian.

He was standing there.

Blocking the exit.

Chapter 25

He didn’t move. Not one single inch.

For a moment, we stood in limbo. Neither of us said a word. We just stayed in our positions, our eyes locked onto one another.

He was against the frame of the doorway, one shoulder resting against the dark wood paneling. The hallway lights caught the damp strands of his thick brown hair.

My eyes dropped before I could stop them.

He was still in his swimming trunks.

That was it.

No shirt.

His skin was coated in water, small droplets sliding down the middle curves of his chest muscles. The tops of his broad shoulders were faintly red, like he’d been in the sun too long.

I saw a small smile spread across his face.

He had caught me staring.

My gaze instantly moved back to his face.

His eyes held mine for what seemed like an eternity.

I cleared my throat and started walking toward him cautiously. As I moved, it felt like the hallway was caving in on me. I stopped a few steps away from him.

He still hadn’t moved.

“Let me go,” I said. “You’re blocking my escape route.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Am I?”

“Stop fucking around, Adrian,” I hissed.

He glanced over his shoulder toward the door, as if looking at it for the first time. “You want to go out this door?”

I crossed my arms and sighed. “Move.”

His gaze drifted over me slowly, and I could feel it. He was taking me in. Every inch of me. Like he always did. I suddenly felt very aware of my messy hair and casual clothing.

“You look beautiful,” he said, pulling me away from my negative thoughts.

How could he say that when I was dressed like this?

I took a deep breath. “You’re insane to think that you can just kidnap me and keep me here.”

He rolled his eyes. “Kidnapped is a bit of a stretch. You walked into our home willingly.”

“But now I want to walk out, and you are stopping me,” I said sternly.

He reached up and ran a hand through his damp hair. “So what is it, Sloane?”

“Huh?” I asked in confusion.

He straightened out his posture and stepped toward me. I could still smell the scent of the chlorine that lingered on his skin.

He sighed and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, like he always did.

“What has happened?” he said gently. “To make you change your mind? About us?”

He leaned forward, his face just inches from mine. My eyes dropped to his perfectly plump lips, and I felt a shiver run along my spine.

“To make you change your mind about me?” he whispered.

I opened my mouth-then closed it again. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“For once, you’re silent,” he murmured. “That concerns me, Sloane.”

“W-why?” I managed to stutter.

“There is something that you aren’t telling me, isn’t there?” he whispered.

“You’re in my way,” I said coldly.

He sighed and leaned back. “Fine. Play your silly games then, Sloane.”

Then, surprisingly, he moved.

He walked right around me, no longer blocking my exit.

I turned and watched as he walked down the hallway without even looking back. I ignored the feeling that crept through me. The feeling of what it was like when he left me. The coldness I always felt when he was gone.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, willing myself to step forward. To open the door.

Should I do it?

Should I just leave?

Or did I need to turn around?

And tell Adrian the truth?

Would I need to beg for mercy?

Beg for my life?

They were underground criminals. And I had agreed to take down their network.

Would they forgive me so easily?

I opened my eyes. I felt my survival instincts finally take over. I stepped toward the door and reached for the knob, turning it slowly.

It didn’t budge.

“Fuck,” I whispered. My hands moved along the door, looking for some way to open. I peered around, looking for a key that might be hanging nearby.

“Adrian!” I screamed, turning to look down the hallway.

He was long gone.

“Excuse me?” I heard a voice say. I turned to see Anne smiling at me. “Can I help you with something?”

“Unlock this door,” I ordered her. “Now.”

She turned and looked at it, before turning back with a smile. “This one?”

She pointed at the door I was obviously talking about.

“Yes, open it,” I barked.

She laughed lightly. “So sorry, but it doesn’t actually use a key.”

“What?” I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

“It’s electronic and requires a key fob,” she said, holding up a key fob with a button.

“Right,” I said, rolling my eyes. “So open it.”

She blinked. “I can’t do that.”

I clenched my teeth together. “Open the fucking door, Anne.”

She slid the key fob back into her pocket. “Direct orders from Mr-”

“And I don’t give an actual fuck, Anne,” I said, stepping toward her.

Finally, her smile dropped. “Sorry, Miss Heathrow, I simply cannot-”

I didn’t let her finish. Instead, I lunged at her, letting out a feral scream like some sort of madwoman. She let out a squeal as our bodies collided. She stumbled backward and landed on the floor. I tumbled on top of her and heard a grunt as I knocked the air from her lungs.

Chaos ensued.

Within seconds, we were rolling around on the floor as I called her every obscenity known to mankind.

“P-please, Miss Heathrow, I can’t-” she pleaded as she attempted to roll away from me.

I was reaching for her pocket, but she continued to roll away from me. I finally managed to straddle her, with one leg on either side of her, as she lay flat on her chest. She had somehow managed to remove the key from her pocket and slid it under her body.

“Give me the fucking key fob!” I screamed. I reached forward, my hand clutching onto her hair as I jerked on it.

She let out a scream as I tugged.

“That’s quite enough,” I heard a calm voice say from behind me. Then I felt strong hands on my waist, and I was soon pulled away from Anne and lifted into the air. I thrashed and fought against them as I was dragged away from Anne and back down the hallway. I felt them let go of me as they set me on my feet.

I turned to see Luca, who was smiling from ear to ear. “Now that was a bit much-don’t you think?”

“Luca,” I said, trying to steady my breathing. “I have a life, and I am so sick of men just thinking they can take me against my will and-”

“What?” he said, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

Whoops.

I had said too much.

“Nothing,” I said quickly. “I just think-”

“Stop,” he said, his expression now serious. “What did you just say about men taking you against your will? You say it as if it has happened before.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Metaphorically,” I said, quickly covering my tracks. “You have all kidnapped me in a metaphorical way.”

“Right…” he said slowly. He still looked confused.

Oh no.

“Take me back to my room?” I said before he could ask any more questions. I needed to distract him.

His eyes seemed to brighten. “Absolutely.” His expression was far more relaxed now.

He grinned and began walking. I followed after him. We ended up at the end of a long corridor. I watched as he reached out and pressed a button.

“Is this a fucking elevator?” I said, my eyes going wide.

He laughed. “Yup. Just a modern addition. We do have four floors after all-five if you count the attic.”

“Six, if you count the basement?” I laughed.

He tilted his head. “I guess you could argue that the basement counts as a floor too.”

“I was… joking,” I said.

Four floors, not including a basement and attic.

“Oh,” he said casually, as if it were normal to live in a castle-sized home.

We walked into the elevator and the doors slid shut.

Then… music began to play.

“You have elevator music?” I said, peering up at a speaker built into the ceiling of the elevator.

He looked at me with an odd expression. “Don’t most elevators have that?”

I snorted. “Do you forget that living in a place like this is not normal?”

He smiled softly. “I do actually.”

“You’ve been rich your whole life. You have no idea what normal is,” I shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “How do you know that I’ve been rich my entire life? I could have been raised in the suburbs, for all you know.”

I froze.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I keep opening my big mouth?

“I… I googled you,” I said, without making eye contact.

“Ah, I see,” he said as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

We exited and walked down the hall before stopping in front of the door to my room. I turned toward the door and reached for the knob.

But he stopped me.

His arms slid around me from behind.

I felt his warm body press against mine as his lips found my neck. I melted instantly as he pushed me forward, my chest and the side of my face, pressed flat against the door.

“I miss your body,” he murmured. I felt him suck on the flesh of my neck before he nipped at the skin.

That’s all it took.

I was soaking instantly.

I wanted him to fuck me against this door.

Right now.

But the moment was brief. He took a few steps back, placing distance between us.

“See you later, sweetheart,” he said.

I turned to see him flash me a grin and a wave.

Then he disappeared.

Chapter 26

My skin still tingled where his lips had touched my neck.

I pushed myself off the door and tried to compose myself.

These men. They loved to really fuck with my head.

“Get it together, Sloane,” I groaned.

I stepped into my room, shut the door behind me, and let out a long, incredulous laugh. This entire situation was insane. Had I just tackled their maid to the floor?

Was I fighting a losing battle with the men? No matter how charming they were, no matter how confusing the tension between us felt-I was a traitor. A greedy, treacherous traitor.

But weren’t they as well?

These men were dangerous, and here I was, after attempting to bring them down. A knock interrupted my thoughts.

I froze. Had Luca come back to ask more questions? I had said far too much already.

“Miss Heathrow?” Anne’s voice came through the door.

Oh. It was Anne…

I turned and opened the door slowly. She might try to assault me after our… incident from before.

Anne stood there holding a silver tray of food. But she wasn’t smiling warmly. Instead, her lips were pulled into a forced smile.

“I’ve brought you dinner,” she said, her voice low.

I stepped aside so she could enter. She walked around me slowly, as if she expected me to tackle her again. Then she placed the tray carefully on the small table near the window.

I walked over and lifted the top. Steak, potatoes, and vegetables. Anne walked back to the hallway and retrieved a bottle of wine and a wine glass from her cart and set it beside the food.

It smelled incredible, and it appeared that Anne planned on continuing to feed me after all.

Apparently attempted assault on the staff didn’t mean starvation.

She turned toward me and reached into her pocket. “They asked me to return this.”

She held out my phone.

I instantly snatched it from her hand.

“They said you’re free to use it,” she said simply.

“Very generous,” I said lightly. “Now I can call the police.”

Anne just nodded. “I suppose you can try.”

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Enjoy your meal, Miss Heathrow,” she said gently.

The door closed behind her.

“Bitch,” I hissed.

I sat down at the table and unlocked my phone screen. I knew it was too good to be true. There was no way they simply allowed me to have my phone-no strings attached.

“Alright,” I murmured. “Let’s see what kind of trap this is.”

I tapped at the screen, immediately opening up the systems profile. I found it immediately. A configuration profile had been installed.

I snorted quietly.

They were watching every move I made on my phone. Every text. Every call. If I tried to do something they didn’t like, they would simply lock me out in an instant.

So, they had kept a leash on me. Oh well. I’d just escape and toss the phone out.

Then I opened my messages. Georgie’s name sat at the top.

Hello?? Are you alive?

I haven’t heard from you since last night. Just checking in.

I smiled faintly before responding.

Relax. I’m fine. Just staying with my dad for a bit. His service is total shit!

I laughed as she instantly responded.

Since when do you voluntarily stay with your dad?

Fair question.

I’m just trying my best with him. Bonding and all that.

She sent a facepalm emoji in response.

I locked the phone and set it on the table beside the food. Then I turned my attention to the food.

I ate slowly, my eyes on the window. I was already planning it. My escape.

Moments later, Anne returned to collect the tray. She removed the tray and placed it on her cart. Then she returned and opened the bottle of wine.

“Anne?” I said.

She didn’t turn as she responded. She was now pouring me a glass of red wine. “Yes?”

“My room is really stuffy,” I said casually. “Could you unlock the window so I can open it?”

She finished pouring and turned to me, her eyes full of suspicion.

“I’m three floors up,” I said, laughing as I gestured toward the glass. “Where exactly do you think I’m going to go? I’d break my neck.”

She hesitated and sighed.

“Trust me. I’m not climbing out that window,” I said with a forced laugh.

After a moment, she shrugged and walked over to the window and unlocked the latch. She pushed the window open and stuck her head outside, peering around. I knew what she was doing-making sure I could not escape.

“There,” she said, pulling her head back inside.

“Thank you.” I smiled sweetly.

She left without another word.

I waited for a few hours until the house finally fell into silence.

It was midnight.The clock on my phone confirmed it.

I stood and walked back toward the window. I slid my head outside and looked around. Now how was I going to get out of here?

The grounds outside were only dimly lit. Most of the lights had been turned off after dinner. But what light did remain illuminated clusters of trees, rosebushes, statues, and small fountains.

Beautiful.

And absolutely massive.

I climbed onto the window ledge and carefully placed one leg outside so it was dangling over the edge. I looked downward, and my stomach flipped.

That was a very long way down.

I felt the external wall with my hands-it was made of stone and was rough enough that I could likely grip it with my hands.

I held tightly to the edge of the window frame as I eased my other leg out, so both legs were now hanging over the edge. Then I pivoted my body so I was facing the window. I gripped tightly to the frame and allowed my body to begin dropping slowly. I managed to find two rough sections for my feet to grip onto and regained my balance.

Then I began to scale the wall, moving sideways toward a balcony that connected to another room. The wall scraped my palms as I shifted sideways.

After what felt like hours, I reached the iron railing of the balcony and gripped onto it.

I hauled myself up and tumbled onto the balcony with a loud thud.

“Shit,” I hissed. That had been loud.

I turned toward the glass doors leading inside the mansion. Instantly, my eyes widened and my body stiffened.

Axel sat inside the room on a leather chair, his legs casually crossed, reading a book. I sighed with relief when I saw the two Air Pods placed in each of his ears.

A soft lamp illuminated his face as he turned the pages. He was beautiful under the light. There was something ethereal about the way he looked when he thought no one was watching. Almost… relaxed.

And completely unaware that I was sprawled on the balcony outside.

I held my breath.

Please don’t look up, Axel.

I slowly crawled toward the edge of the balcony, then quickly stood and slid over the railing.

My arms stretched downward as I allowed my body to hang freely, my hands clutching at the iron rail. Below me was a tall oak tree. I willed myself to be brave enough to do it.

I swung slightly and then… I let go.

Leaves and branches clawed at my face and arms as I crashed through them, reaching out desperately, hoping that I might be able to grab onto a branch.

“Damnit!” I hissed as I descended.

By the time I finally managed to grab onto a branch, my hair was filled with twigs and leaves. And I probably looked like I’d been attacked by a wild animal.

I slid down the trunk and landed on the ground below. Then, I ran across the lawn the instant my feet touched the grass.

My lungs burned as I sprinted toward the front garden, making my way toward tall marble statues and clusters of trees shrouded in darkness.

Finally, I made it, the shadows surely hiding me from anyone who looked outside.

I slid around a statue so I could hide while I caught my breath.

“Well,” a voice cut through the darkness.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I huffed, still breathing hard. “Are you serious? How the hell do you three manage to be everywhere I go?”

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” Adrian’s voice roared.

I hadn’t heard him become angry before. He was standing behind the very statue that I was attempting to hide behind.

My chest rose and fell as I looked up at him.

“You,” I breathed. “Can fuck off.”

He stood there in the moonlight, looking like some sort of God. He was in tight, form-fitting gym clothes. The thin fabric of his black shirt pulled tightly around his muscular frame.

“You climbed out a third-floor window,” he said, his voice oddly shaky.

It had bothered him. My escape.

“Move,” I ordered.

“No,” he said, stepping forward.

He stepped closer, the heat from his body rolling off him in waves. It was as if he had been running as well. I could see a pool of sweat seeping through his shirt.

“I was out for a run when I saw you,” he said, already answering my question.

“At midnight?” I said.

Chapter 27

My stomach twisted as he stood there in silence.

“Are you going to drag me back inside now?” I said. “If so, don’t bother. I’ll just walk myself back in.”

He didn’t move. “No.”

“Then what?” I asked.

Then suddenly, his hand slid into my hair and he pulled me toward him.

The kiss was sudden and hard.

That’s all it took for my body to cave. My hands grabbed the front of his shirt as I kissed him back, opening my mouth and inviting his tongue to slip inside.

I felt his hands move to his gym shorts and heard the thud as they fell at our feet.

He stepped back as I undid the button of my jeans, pulled them down, and kicked them to the side.

His cock was now revealed to me under the moonlight. It was wide in girth and already fully erect.

“Do you like what you see, Sloane?” he asked.

He stepped forward and tugged the fabric of my panties to the side. Then I watched as he placed two fingers into his mouth, covering them with his saliva.

My pussy was aching for him. Begging for it.

He stepped forward and firmly inserted them into my opening. It was a quick and hard motion. I let out a small gasp of surprise mixed with pleasure. He thrust them in and out slowly as I leaned my head back against the statue behind me, my mouth falling open as the pleasure took over.

His fingers slid along my slick labia and found the top of my clit. They rubbed gently along the top of it, teasing me. I felt my clit swell, and the urge for him to fuck me grew to a point where I knew there was no stopping it.

I opened my eyes as I continued to moan, my hands gripping onto his shirt again as the pleasure rocked my body. As he worked, my eyes focused on the stars above.

And I wondered if there could be a more perfect moment of pleasure.

I felt his warm mouth press against my ear as he leaned forward. “Do you want me to play with your pussy, sweetheart?”

I nodded, another deep moan escaping me as the pleasure mounted.

But then I felt his fingers pull away. I tilted my head and looked downward to see that he was positioning himself between my legs.

His fingers cupped my inner thighs and he pushed my legs even further apart. He gripped my lower back as if steadying me. Instinctively, I tilted my hips toward him.

He ignored my plea. I tilted my hips toward him again, begging him to fuck me. I was soaking wet and all I wanted was his thick, hard cock.

He reached out and tugged on my shirt, pulling it off of my body before pulling at the latch of my bra. He tugged it loose, allowing my breasts to break free, my nipples instantly going hard as they met the night air.

He reached out and dragged a hand slowly along my exposed chest, and I sighed at the feeling of his warm skin dragging along my body. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth.

“Ah!” I sighed at the sudden warm feeling.

But it was soon replaced with a sharp sting as his teeth bit down on it. The pain surprised me and I attempted to pull back, but he only bit down harder.

And damnit, I loved it.

He sucked on it. Nipped it. Licked it. Flicked it with his thumb. Then he moved to the other nipple and did the same. I felt his fingers return to my clit and his thumb was now gently rubbing circles along the top.

I reached out and gripped tightly to his hair, the pleasure rocking my body. I thrust my hips toward him, desperate for him to enter me. He pulled away from my nipples and stood tall, looking down at me.

He cupped my cheek gently and rubbed his thumb along my cheek, sending a warm shiver down my spine. Then he sighed.

“You don’t deserve to be fucked,” he said flatly. “You haven’t earned it.”

I blinked.

“What?” I said.

I was standing in his garden, completely naked, with a throbbing, aching pussy.

“You don’t deserve it,” he repeated, tilting his head.

He sighed again and ran his thumb along my bottom lip before sliding it into my mouth. I could taste myself on the surface of his skin. I sucked greedily on his thumb, my eyes locked onto his.

“Who am I, Sloane?” he asked, his voice low and serious. He pulled his thumb away and stood back, his eyes on my exposed vagina.

“What?” I breathed. “Just fuck me. You win.”

He scoffed, as if annoyed. “Who am I, Sloane?”

Then it hit me.

I knew what he wanted.

“The Curator,” I said. The way his name sounded on my lips took me back to a time. A time when he had taken my virginity.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Good girl,” he said slowly as he stepped forward. “Now do as you are told. Do you understand me?”

I swallowed and nodded.

“Come,” he said. Then he turned and began to walk away.

Where the hell were we going?

I followed him through the darkness. We were walking toward the side of the mansion, toward the greenhouse.

I felt fully exposed. After all, I was walking through his front lawn wearing only a lace thong. I hadn’t bothered to grab my clothes.

After all, when the Curator gave an order-you simply did it.

Like I was in some sort of trance, I followed him to the greenhouse. We stepped inside and he shut the door behind us. The greenhouse was stunning. It was a tall glass pavilion and looked more like a botanical garden than a greenhouse.

The air was thick with the scent of flowers and soil. Moisture clung to our skin almost instantly. It was so large that it managed to fit a winding stone pathway that curved throughout.

He continued forward, and I followed. We had reached a row of wooden storage cabinets. He didn’t even look back as he opened a door and began rummaging inside.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He froze mid-motion and turned toward me, his eyes dark. “You will not question me. Do you understand me?”

I stood still and nodded.

He turned back toward the wooden cabinet and pulled out a long chain. He turned back toward me and gestured toward a nearby table. A pair of shears sat along the top, next to a pile of roses that had been cut from their bush.

“Lean over it now,” he ordered, his eyes still stormy. I had only ever seen Axel like this. Never Adrian.

I blinked and walked forward, instantly bending over the table. I laid my face flat against the wood. I felt him tug on my hips, causing my ass to stick outward.

In a prime position for fucking.

I felt cold metal against my skin as he clinked the metal chains around my wrists. I looked over to see that he had managed to find small padlocks to lock them into their positions around my wrists.

Then he connected the chains to the legs that were on the opposite side of the table, pulling them tight until my palms were flat against the table and the chains dug into my skin.

“Who am I?” I heard him say.

And there I was. Chained to a table, my bare ass pushed out so he could thrust into me uninhibited. My pussy was swollen with desire and I could feel moisture dripping down my inner thigh.

He had won.

Again.

“The Curator,” I croaked.

“Who owns you, Sloane?” he asked.

I willed myself to tell him that he didn’t own me. To argue. To fight. But…

“You own me,” I whispered.

I heard him laugh. “I can’t hear you, darling. Try again.”

Then I felt it. A hard sting as my ass cheeks jiggled.

“You! You own me!” I wailed.

I felt his lips press against my earlobe. “You have been a naughty girl. You need to understand your place, Sloane. Don’t you remember what it was like when you let go of control?”

I sighed as I felt two fingers slide inside of me. His lips were still against my ear.

“What it felt like when I had my way with you?”

His warm fingers eased in and out of my wet vagina, moving slowly as he spoke.

“What it feel like when you lost your virginity to me?” he whispered. “That was special, Sloane.”

I felt him pull away, and then there was movement behind me. I felt him push on my inner thighs as he spread my legs further apart. Then,I felt him rub the tip of his cock against my opening.

Chapter 28

I instantly let out a small whimper, every cell in my body aching for him to fuck me.

Then he finally pushed his thick, warm cock into me. I groaned. He slid into me with ease; my throbbing, wet pussy was more than ready to take all of him. I felt his fingernails dig into my waist as he pressed inside.

Adrian had filled me to the brim and I loved it.

He reached up and placed his hands into my hair, gripping tightly onto it and holding my head into place. He stayed frozen, his warm, thick cock fully stretching me perfectly, as it always did.

“Now you see, Sloane,” he said with a sigh, still firmly planted inside of me. “You are hiding something from me darling.”

He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, my pussy instantly tightening around him as I let out soft moans of pleasure. He gripped even tighter to my hair and the pain radiated along the top of my skull.

I liked it. All of it.

“I don’t like that,” he muttered, now beginning to move faster. Harder. I heard his skin slap against mine as he increased his thrusts. “But I care about you, Sloane.”

He moaned and grunted, as he continued to work in and out of me. His thrusts were beginning to cause my face to rub against the rough grain of the wood. It bit and scratched at my skin.

“And as for this pussy?” he moaned. “God, it’s perfect. I want to be inside of you every day for the rest of my life.”

I continued to take his full, hard cock as he began to plough into me without holding back. As he drilled into me, I shifted forward, my chest now on top of the table. I felt my nipples scrape against the grain of the wooden table.

“You still take my cock so well baby,” he murmured.

Then he suddenly stopped and pulled away.

I whimpered and turned to look at him. But he stopped me, pressing my face back down.

“Beg,” he said flatly. “Beg for me to fuck you.”

“I want her to apologize too,” another voice said.

I blinked in confusion.

It was Luca. He must have somehow known that we were here.

“Luca?” I breathed into the darkness. Adrian was still holding my face down, so I could not turn to look.

I felt a sharp sting against my ass.

“Call me by my proper name,” he said through the darkness. “Like the good slut you are.”

“I-I… Dr. Creed?” I said.

“Much better,” he said with a chuckle. “You need to be more obedient.”

“Don’t move your head sweetheart,” I heard Adrian say. “Stay in place. No looking.”

Adrian let go of my hair and then I soon felt hands on my waist. He now stood in my line of sight and reached down to push my hair out of my face.

I felt a cock rubbing at the entrance of my vagina. It was Luca… or Dr. Creed.

I heard him sigh. “Where is my apology, Sloane?”

He rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance again and I thrust my ass backward.

I felt another sting as he slapped my ass cheek.

“Sorry! Please!” I begged. I wanted him. All of him.

“Hurry and fuck her, or I’m going to do it myself,” a third voice said.

Axel… or Vale. He was here too.

My clit was screaming. My vagina was aching.

I wanted them.

All three of them.

“Please, Vale,” I whimpered. “I’m sorry for everything. Just do it.”

I heard Luca laugh. “No, I’m already here darling. I’m next.”

Then I felt him position himself behind me, before he thrust into me. The pleasure and pain was immediate.

“Oh, God!” I wailed. “Fuck me!”

And he did.

In and out, picking up speed as he moved, the wood of the desk biting at the side of my face and bare nipples. I felt my ass cheeks bouncing as he moved in and out of me, the chains biting at my wrists.

“Fuck, I can’t handle it when I fuck her like this,” Luca moaned.

Then I felt another set of hands on the outside of my lower thighs. Someone had crawled under the table and was now crouched between my legs. I was positive it was Adrian.

His tongue reached my swollen clit, and I sighed immediately, my mouth dropping open as his tongue flicked along the top.

“God, she’s tight,” Luca moaned. “I might cum already.”

He pulled himself out of me and I instantly felt cold, desperate for him not to stop.

“No!” I wailed. “Please!”

“One second, Sloane,” Luca chuckled. “We share your pussy-you know that.”

“Greedy girl,” Axel grunted. “She’s desperate for our cocks.”

Then Axel slid inside, stretching me slowly and intentionally. I whimpered slightly as he pushed in deeper, my pussy clamping around his dick. I felt his rough hands grip my waist, the skin now sore from the three of them holding me in place.

“God,” I whispered hoarsely. “Don’t stop. I want it.”

He shifted slightly, inserting himself even deeper inside of me. I braced myself.

Then he really started fucking me, in only the way Axel could. My moans escaped me in broken bursts as the pain and pleasure took over.

“How is the Curator meant to lick her clit when you keep fucking her like that? You’re knocking her out of place,” I heard Luca laugh. I looked down to see Luca now kneeling next to me, holding my ankles in place as Axel fucked me deep and hard.

I heard the sound of our damp skin slapping together, followed by the sound of Adrian lapping at my wet clit.

“Oh, God!” I screamed, my pleasure mounting. “I don’t think I can keep taking it!”

“You will,” Axel grunted. “I want this pussy and it is mine.”

He groaned and grunted as he thrusted even harder, “Say it-or I will stop.”

“My pussy belongs to you!” I wailed desperately.

I felt my vagina clenching and tightening as the pleasure continued to mount.

Then I felt it. Hot liquid flooding me. I moaned at the sensation, as Axel let out a final grunt of pleasure. He finished releasing his cum inside of me and then pulled away. I felt a sharp sting on my ass as he slapped it, then I felt his lips on my ear as his cum dripped down my thigh.

“You belong to us Sloane,” he grunted. “You need to remember that.”

“I think she was about to orgasm,” Luca chuckled.

“She doesn’t deserve an orgasm,” Axel grunted. “We all agreed she would not have one.”

I heard his footsteps as he walked away, followed by the sound of the greenhouse door shutting behind him.

Adrian stopped his licks momentarily to speak, “Let her earn it back.”

I felt him bring his tongue back to my clit. He gave it a long, hard lick and I moaned.

“Do you want to earn the right to have an orgasm darling?” Adrian asked. He ran his tongue slowly along the top of my clit, sending pleasure filled tingles down my body.

I whimpered, “Yes, please. God yes.”

“Mmm,” Adrian moaned against my vagina, as he planted small kisses along the top. “Let her earn one. I think she has learned her lesson.”

Luca sighed. “I thought we were punishing her tonight.”

“Be nice,” Adrian said, sucking gently on my clit in between words. “She’s being a good girl now. God, her pussy tastes incredible. Fuck.”

My legs were shaking from the sensation of Adrian sucking on my clit and I let out another series of low pleasure filled moans. I felt him insert two fingers into my vagina. He held them in place as he sucked on my clit again.

The walls of my vagina began to tremble around his fingers as he sucked. He immediately removed his fingers.

“She’s close to an orgasm,” Adrian said, “I can feel it now. Let’s compromise?”

“Compromise how?” Luca grunted. “She’s been disobedient and disrespectful. Let’s fuck her until we are done and get out of here. No orgasm for her.”

“Come on.” Adrian chuckled, planting another kiss on my clit as I sighed. “Turn her around.”

I felt Luca reach for me in the darkness, while Adrian loosened my chains for a few moments. Long enough for Luca to turn me onto my back and lift me by my waist.

I allowed him to shift and move me, until I was lying flat on the table, my legs hanging down. Adrian pulled on the chains, until the backs of my hands were flat against the table, positioned above my head.

I could not move my hands or arms. The chains were too tight for me to sit up and I was forced to remain on my back.

Luca gently tugged my legs apart. He peered down in the darkness, his eyes on my opening.

“I’m going to fuck you until I’m finished-do you understand?” he said.

I nodded. I wanted to reach out and touch him-but I couldn’t.

“Try that again,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” I croaked. I just wanted him inside of me.

“So…what is happening?” He asked. “Repeat it.”

I swallowed, “You are going to use me. Use my body until you are done. But I won’t be allowed to orgasm.”

He smirked, “Good girl. Much better.”

Chapter 29

He pushed into me, and I moaned as he slid through my wetness and thrust as far as he could. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as he began to rock back and forth. He tugged on my legs, placing my ankles onto his shoulders.

This caused him to go deeper. I watched as he closed his eyes, moving his hips back and forth as his ab muscles rippled. He gripped tightly onto my ankles, moaning as he began to pick up speed.

I felt the wood dig into my back as he began to pound into me.

“God, those tits,” he moaned, his eyes now open. He was watching as they bounced.

Adrian was now at his side. I watched as he reached out and began to make small motions on my clit.

“Careful,” Luca groaned. “Don’t let her.”

“I’m just bringing her to the brink,” Adrian said, his eyes locked onto mine.

Then he leaned forward and sucked harshly on one of my nipples. The pain caused me to yelp but he only bit down harder. And God, I loved it.

My throbbing wet pussy was was still taking every hard inch that Luca was pushing into me. His thrusts had become hard and relentless.

“Fuck!” I screamed, my head lurched upwards-but I was too restrained to sit up.

Adrian moved away from my tits. Then, he reached over and placed his hands into my hair, gripping tightly onto two fistfuls of my hair. He pulled my head back downwards, holding it in place.

I continued to take Luca’s hard cock. His appetite was insatiable. As he drilled into me, my back continued to rub against the rough grain of the wooden table.

“You feel so good,” he moaned as he continued to push inside of me. I felt my pussy clench around him.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Luca chuckled. “I’m using this perfect pussy-but you don’t deserve anything.”

He thrust one last time and let out a low moan of pleasure before quickly pulling out of me, then releasing his cum all over my stomach.

“God…” I moaned, as he finished.

Luca looked down at me, sweat forming on his forehead, his hands still clutching my ankles. Adrian was already next to me, using a cloth to wipe up the mess that Luca had made on me.

“You need to straighten up Sloane,” he said, with a smirk. “Stop with your games. You want to be with us. And you know it.”

Then he let go of my ankles, allowing my legs to hang from the side of the table again.

Without saying anything else, he turned and left.

I lay there, huffing and puffing. But still not completely satisfied.

Adrian now stood between my legs. He slid them around his waist and I tightened them around him. He sighed and reached out, gently massaging my titties as he rubbed the tip of my nipples with his thumb.

“Do you understand just how much I have missed you?” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “How much I have missed controlling you? Owning you?”

He positioned his cock at my entrance. Then he slid inside. Slow. Stretching me intentionally. I whimpered slightly as he pushed in deeper, my pussy clamping around his dick. He reached out and gripped onto my thighs, holding them steady.

“This…” he moaned. “I missed this. You’re just as tight as the night that I took your virginity.”

I let out a deep moan of pleasure as the sensation between my legs grew warmer.

“God, you’re wet,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I learned my lesson. Please let me-“

He laughed, cutting me off mid-sentence, “Sloane. You need to take your punishment sweetheart. You don’t deserve an orgasm.”

“Please,” I whined as he rocked in and out of me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs.

“How can I resist you?” he moaned. “When you feel so good?”

“Please Adrian,” I cried out. “I’m begging you to let me.”

“My brothers will be pissed if you tell them, do you understand?” He stopped his motions and leaned forward, while still inside of me. Then he cupped my face with both hands.

Then he did something unexpected, he brushed his lips against mine.

Softly. Gently.

It was…sensual.

“I understand,” I muttered against his lips, “Now fuck me. Lick me. Do whatever the hell you want to me.”

He held my face for a moment, his gaze serious and unwavering. Then he smiled and loosened his hold.

He began his motions again, then lifted my legs and brought my ankles to his shoulders. I let out another moan as the position caused his dick to move even deeper inside of me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he moaned, his movements picking up speed.

“Fuck-fuck-yes!” I screamed as he began to slam into me.

“You take it so well,” he moaned, his fingernails digging into my legs as he held them in place.

“Your cock,” I groaned. “I fucking love it!”

His hands found my breasts again and he groped them, “Perfect.”

His big, massive cock filled me up to the brim as he pushed in as far as he could. Over and over again. He rammed into me so hard and so fast, I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Is this what you want Sloane?” he moaned as he pumped into me. “You want me to use my cock? To make you feel good?”

“Y-yes!” I screamed in pleasure. “Fuck me with your massive cock! Please!”

He groaned as he pumped into me. “Oh fuck, what a body. How was I ever meant to say no?”

Then I felt his cock pulsate and soon his warm cum filled my vagina. He held himself there until he finished, his eyes locked on mine. Then he pulled away, his liquid spilling from my vagina as he stepped away.

I’d just laid there and allowed all three men to use me-like some sort of play thing.

And I had loved every second of it.

Because it was more than pleasure. There was something raw about it. Something hidden. Like an itch that only they could scratch.

I felt something cool on my opening.

“Just cleaning you up,” Adrian muttered, as he slid it along my sore pussy.

I felt the chains on my hands being removed. I turned to see his face, illuminated by the moonlight that peered through the greenhouse.

God he was beautiful.

When he had finally set me free, I sat up, while still on top of the table. He walked over to me and knelt in front of my legs. He looked up at me and smiled. His lips were full and smooth. The thought of him placing those lips on my pussy, drove me over the edge.

He was already tugging on my waist, pulling me closer to his mouth. He gently pried my thighs apart and leaned forward. His fingers inched towards my opening and he gently placed his thumb into my entrance.

I sighed and then I felt it. His tongue licking along the top of my clit. Slow and gentle.

I moaned and reached out to grip onto his hair.

“God, yes,” I sighed as his tongue lapped at my clit. His thumb had been replaced with two longer fingers that were now sliding in and out of me as he licked.

I could feel the orgasm approaching. Then he sucked on my clit.

It sent me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I wailed, as the orgasm crept closer.

He licked, sucked and fingered me as I exploded. The pleasure was almost too good.

“God,” I breathed as the orgasm finished.

He leaned up and began rubbing his hands along the side of my legs. The moonlight reflected against the moisture that coated his mouth and chin.

He stood slowly and peered down at me, “Don’t tell anyone. Ok?”

I nodded.

Then, unexpectedly, he leaned down. His mouth pressed against mine. Once I rebounded from the momentary shock, I opened my mouth.

Our tongues met and the kiss deepened. He moaned, his hands now entwined in my hair as he pulled me close. I felt my breasts press against his bare chest, my raw nipples stinging as they made contact.

I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly as the kissing continued. I was already becoming aroused again. He was moaning against my lips now.

But then, he stopped, pulling back abruptly.

I blinked at him in confusion. This was not typical for us to do.

He traced a finger down the side of my cheek and tilted his head, studying me intently.

“Why have you resisted us?” he whispered in the dark. “Did I upset you?”

“Wasn’t-um-” I was struggling to find my words.

I tried again, “It’s just a deal. Right? I don’t have to take it.”

He sighed, “I think you and I both know, that this was never just some deal.”

Then he pulled away from me. For a few moments, we stayed in the same position, barely visible to one another in the darkness.

“I think you want to stay here, you just won’t let yourself,” he murmured.

He turned towards the exit, but paused for a moment before leaving.

“I want you here Sloane,” he said, his voice firm-yet soft. “So you will stay.”

Then he was gone.

Chapter 30

I hadn’t bothered trying to escape.

I’d given up on the idea.

I had received my standard email with my payslip from work—despite not having been there for four days now.

Georgie had been texting me as usual, asking when I was coming home. At least this time, I’d managed to keep her calm during my kidnapping.

Now, she thought we were all on a business trip together, the three CEOs and I. She’d been barraging me with texts, and I was running out of new excuses.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed. It was the morning after the men had fucked me ragged in the greenhouse. I’d gone straight to bed—my body sore and my mind whirling.

When I woke up, breakfast had been delivered to my room, but it still sat on the cart next to my bed, covered with a silver tray.

I’d showered and tugged on a fresh, thin-strapped dress and panties. My hair fell loosely around me in wet waves.

Now I was just sitting here, staring at the wall.

What the hell was I going to do?

The two brothers were likely wondering where the hell I had gone. I hadn’t been able to communicate with them via the secure chat. I could only do that through my computer. I could use my phone, but the CEOs were now tracking my every message and every move.

I heard a knock at the door. I sighed and walked toward it. Before I could reach it, it opened.

It was Axel.

My eyes betrayed me—they always did.

What the hell was I meant to do when he was standing in front of me, wearing nothing but his swimming trunks?

His broad, muscular shoulders tapered down to his sculpted waistline, every muscle perfectly defined. Slowly, his blue eyes scanned the length of my body, his gaze framed by his sideswept blonde hair.

He turned, shut the door behind him, and faced me again.

“What do you want?” I sighed. “And when are you men going to let me go?”

“We can talk later,” he said flatly, his arms reaching out for me.

“Hey!” I snapped, stepping back.

He rolled his eyes, as if I were annoying him. “Cut your bullshit.”

“What bullshit?” I shot back, throwing my hands out in disbelief.

“You are with us now,” he said.

I stood there, arms crossed, eyes flashing.

He tilted his head, his gaze locked on mine. “Come ride my cock, baby.”

He stepped closer and reached for the sleeve of my dress. I slapped his hand away.

That did it. His eyes turned a dark, stormy blue.

I’d pissed him off.

The next thing I knew, I was being lifted into the air. He slung me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I yelled, pounding my fists against his back. “You asshole!”

He only grunted in response. Then he flung me forward. I landed on my bed with a soft thud.

He leaned over me and gripped both of my wrists. I fought against him, but he only looked more annoyed.

Finally, I gave up, my body going limp.

“We thought it made sense for each of us to have a designated day with you,” he said, loosening his grip. “So you can enjoy us—one on one—from time to time.”

He let go and stood, towering over me. You’d think I’d take that opportunity to try to escape, right?

Wrong.

His words-and his body-had me frozen in place.

A designated day with each man?

I wanted to hear more.

He reached for his swimming trunks and pulled them down, his cock springing free.

“I want you right now, baby,” he said, his eyes dark with hunger. “I couldn’t wait.”

He stepped back, kicking his shorts aside, then walked to the chair in the corner of the room. He picked it up and dragged it closer to the bed before sitting down.

“Well,” he said, watching me as I sat up and stared at him, “come ride my cock, Sloane. I know you want to.”

I stood and glanced at the door. I could run.

Then I looked back at Axel. I took in the sight of his perfectly chiselled leg muscles. I stood no chance of running away from a man with that physique.

He was already stroking himself, watching me. With that same dark, hungry expression that he always had.

And I walked toward him. Like I was under some kind of spell.

My mind told me this was stupid. But my body—

No. It betrayed me. As usual.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered.

I stopped mid-step and lifted my dress. His eyes followed every movement. I slid my panties down and let them fall to the floor before continuing toward him.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, stroking harder.

God, it was so big.

As I moved closer, my hand slipped beneath my dress. I ran my fingers over my already soaked skin and let out a soft moan.

He smirked, licking his lips. Like a lion watching his prey walk into it’s trap.

Just as I was about to reach him, the door burst open with a loud smack. I jumped and turned to see Luca standing there.

“Axel!” he groaned. “You are such a dick!”

Axel didn’t even look at him. His eyes stayed on me.

I froze, my hand falling away.

Luca stepped into the room. “Today is my day—not yours! And you know it!”

Axel rolled his eyes and stood. He crossed the distance between us and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me toward the chair.

He sat down and lifted my dress, spinning me so I faced away from him.

“Axel!” Luca groaned again. “We agreed—one at a time. Come on!”

Axel ignored him. He pulled me down toward his lap.

“Seriously?” Luca sighed.

Then I felt it—the tip of him pressing against me.

Luca looked furious.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”

Axel didn’t care. He dragged me down, forcing himself inside me.

“Ahh!” I cried out.

“You’ll be fine in a second,” he muttered.

Luca shot him one last glare before storming out, slamming the door behind him.

“Fucker!” I heard him scream from the hallway.

“Maybe we should not-” I began.

But pain shot through me, cutting my sentence in half.

“God,” I gasped. “This position… your cock… I’m still sore from last night.”

“You can handle it,” he grunted, gripping my waist. “Let me warm you up.’

“Bounce,” he ordered into my ear. “I want that tight pussy moving—now.”

I nodded and obeyed, shifting my legs so I straddled him properly with one leg on either side of his massive thighs. It made me sink deeper onto him.

“Good girl,” he moaned. “Like that.”

I felt him brush my hair aside, his lips pressing to my neck, sucking gently.

I took a shaky breath and began to move—slowly at first, rising and lowering myself onto him.

“Faster,” he said against my skin. He gave it a light nip.

I picked up the pace, moaning as he filled me.

“Not fast enough,” he whispered. “You can do better.”

Then his hands tightened on my waist, lifting me before slamming me back down.

Hard.

“God!” I cried. “Not so hard, I—”

He ignored me, repeating the motion.

“Fuck!” I hissed as pain flared through me. “Shit!”

“See this?” he moaned. “I want it like this.”

He didn’t stop. I kept moving as he guided me, forcing me down onto him again and again. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room.

“Better,” he muttered. “Take it, Sloane. Take all of it.”

“Y-yes… yes… sir,” I moaned. “I’m being a good girl.”

The movements were becoming easier, now that I was soaking his cock with my moisture.

“Touch that little clit, baby,” he grunted. “Now.”

I obeyed, circling my fingers over the hood of my clit. Warmth began to spread throughout my core.

“I’m almost done,” he groaned. “God, I love using your tight pussy.”

I nodded, breathless.

“And now,” he chuckled against my ear, “you’ll always be at my fingertips.”

He slammed me down again.

I cried out.

God, he was going to break me in half.

“Anytime I want this pussy—I can have it.”

Then my orgasm hit me. Like a steam train.

My body tightened, pleasure and pain crashing over me. I screamed as he forced me down one last time, finishing inside me.

He groaned, holding me firmly in place, “Keep rubbing your clit.”

I kept moving my fingers slowly as the aftershocks rippled through me.

“God… the way you come,” he murmured as he twitched inside me. “Fuck, it feels good.”

We stayed like that for a moment before he pulled me off him.

I stood, still catching my breath, moisture trickling down my inner thigh. I felt his hands move to my hips. Then, slowly, they slid down to my ass cheeks. He gave each cheek a hard squeeze.

Smack.

I sucked in as the slap caused the surface of my skin to sting.

“Welcome home, Sloane.”

Author’s note:

Thanks for dealing with all the times I swapped their fake names with their real ones. In my head, it all made perfect sense. I’m going through to edit all the chapters to make sure it’s fixed. Some reader’s didn’t even notice!

Also-Why is Axel becoming my favorite?

Chapter 31

After Axel had fucked me animal style, I’d spent the day roaming around the house. I’d discovered that there was pretty much a separate room for everything in this house.

Along with a pool, jacuzzi, tennis court, basketball court, soccer field, and a garden so big that you could plan a day trip in it.

Axel had left abruptly, and I had not seen him since then.

It was growing dark outside, so I was now making my way back towards the house. My phone buzzed and I tapped the screen. A text from Adrian.

Back to work tomorrow. One of us will take you and bring you home.

I groaned and turned the screen off. Eventually, I reached the back of the house and stepped inside.

“Hello, Sloane,” Anne said. She was standing near the back door.

I ignored her and made my way around her.

“Mr. Lockridge wanted me to inform you that he is ready to have dinner,” she called after me.

I stopped and turned. “What?”

“He said dinner is ready in the dining room,” she said.

I turned away from her and made my way to the dining room. I stepped inside and peered around. I’d never eaten in here before. I’d always had my food in my room. But Axel was there, wearing a T-shirt and shorts. He looked like he’d just come back from the gym.

He was positioned at the end of a long dining room table. A chandelier hung above, casting a soft glow onto the table.

“Sit,” he said, without looking up from his phone.

I walked over to him and sat in the chair next to him. I looked down.

A pile of potatoes, steak, and vegetables sat in front of me.

“Eat,” he said, setting his phone next to his plate before picking up his fork.

I dug in. We sat in silence until we were completely done. Even while shoveling potatoes into his mouth, he was a work of art, with his perfectly chiseled facial features and bright blue eyes.

He turned towards me.

My cheeks burned red. I’d been caught staring at him like a lovesick schoolgirl.

“Did you like it?” he nodded at my now-empty plate.

“Yes,” I said, setting my fork to the side. “Thanks for the invite.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked over at me.

“I had planned to spend the entire day with you, but something came up.” he said flatly.

“Spend the day together?” I said in confusion. Since when did Axel Lockridge ‘spend time’ with people?

He didn’t respond, instead he reached for his napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth with it. It was at that moment that his phone dinged. He sighed and picked it up. He stood to his feet, nodded at me, and left the room.

I could hear him in the hallway, talking to someone.

“Fuck it,” I whispered to myself. I stood to my feet and crept towards the hall. Slowly, I edged close to the doorway that led to the hallway. Then, I tilted my head and listened.

“Adrian isn’t certain yet,” he said bluntly. “Maybe speak to him tonight, when you’re home?”

He paused, listening to the person on the other end.

“She’s here. With us,” he sighed. “We will get to the bottom of it.”

My heart fell.

Get to the bottom of what?

“Alright, chat soon,” I heard him say.

I turned and bolted back towards my chair, sitting back down. He walked back into the dining room and looked at me, his expression unreadable.

“Follow me,” he said firmly.

He led me through several long corridors until we reached his room. My eyes widened when we stepped inside. I continued to be blown away, with just how rich these men were.

His bed was massive—king-sized, maybe even bigger—with a solid carved frame that looked antique but perfectly maintained. White silk sheets lay perfectly tucked, layered with a beige duvet and a folded cashmere throw.

A massive Persian rug spread across the hardwood floor. Beside the bed, on a nightstand, was a watch and a leather-bound book.

There were no personal photos—just several pieces of curated art.

Original pieces. Subtle, expensive, and chosen with intention rather than trend-like what you would expect to see when a family passed down items for several generations.

A sitting area occupied one corner—a low leather chair paired with a small table. Short crystal whiskey glasses sat along the top.

This is exactly what I would expect from Axel. Old money and curated items.

I turned towards him. He studied my face for a few moments and then walked over to his leather couch. He sat down and leaned forward, picking up one of the crystal glasses.

“Come have a drink,” he said. He reached towards another small table and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

I walked over and my jaw dropped. “Is that—”

“Yes,” he said as he filled both glasses with the whiskey. “Suntory Yamazaki 55.”

I knew that whiskey. It was Japanese. The bottles sold for over a million dollars each.

“I can’t possibly drink that,” I laughed, sitting next to him on the couch.

He didn’t respond. He simply handed me the glass. I took it from him and raised it to my lips. I winced as it touched my tongue.

“Strong?” he said with a small smile.

I nodded and took another sip. We sat in silence. He only looked forward, his face lost in thought. Several moments passed, and then I realized I’d drunk the entire glass.

“So…” I said slowly. “All of this stuff, it looks old.”

He squinted at me and I quickly corrected myself.

“Not in a bad way,” I said with a nervous laugh. “It’s all lovely.”

“It is old,” he said, peering around the room. “Generations of Lockridge heirlooms.”

Then, he looked over at me. “You know, Sloane, I do want you to stay.”

I blinked at him in surprise. It wasn’t like Axel to be so… nice.

He didn’t wait for me to respond. Instead, he stood to his feet and walked towards his bed. He turned to me and sighed.

“I fucked up the pact,” he said flatly. “The others are not happy with me.”

I stood. “Are you talking about how you took a turn with me today—when it was Luca’s turn?”

He nodded. “The pact is simple. Three times a week, you are with just one of us.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “And on the other nights?”

He smirked. “You’re with all three of us.”

My body raged against me. Just the thought of a week like that had me breathing heavily.

He ran a hand through his hair. “But the rule is simple. If you break the pact, you lose your next turn.”

I tilted my head at him. “Then why am I here?”

He sighed. “Because there is an additional consequence for breaking the pact.”

“What’s that?” I said. My core was tightening and my pussy was aching for him—all of him.

“I have to let them fuck you in my bedroom—while I watch,” he said, eyes flashing. “And I can’t join in.”

My heart slammed into my chest.

It seemed wrong, continuing on with these men. I was a traitor. Yet I wasn’t sure how I could ever resist. Ever say no.

Especially to Adrian…

Just then, the door to Axel’s bedroom opened. Luca and Adrian appeared in the doorway.

Axel groaned, as if annoyed.

“Don’t get pissy, big man,” Luca grinned at him. “You stole my turn.” He looked perfectly styled in loose, distressed jeans and a short buttoned-up shirt.

Adrian walked around him and stopped mid-step when his eyes landed on me. He was back in his swimming trunks again, his skin wet and his hair dripping.

“Hello, Sloane,” he said gently. “Did you have a good dinner?”

“Do you spend all your time in the pool?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I like it,” he said flatly.

He walked towards me, stopping just a few inches in front of me. A small strand of loose hair fell against my cheek. He reached out and tucked it behind my ear.

“Why am I still here?” I croaked.

He smiled. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re obsessed with you, Sloane.”

Then he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. I shivered from the contact. Then I felt his large hand on my lower back, pulling me closer.

“Hey—we don’t kiss,” Luca barked. “Does anyone follow any rules around here? Ever?”

Adrian pulled back and smiled at me, ignoring Luca. “Has Axel been nicer to you?”

“Nice?” I laughed. “Do you mean like-“

“Did he have dinner with you?” he said, his thumb now tracing along my bottom lip, causing a shiver to tingle along my spine.

I nodded.

“Good,” he said gently. “I had a talk with him. I told him he has to try to be nice.”

I cocked an eyebrow, “Is that possible?”

Luca walked over and eyed me. “You look beautiful, Sloane. As always.”

I smiled at him in response.

“Now, Sloane,” Luca said, “as payment for his terrible attitude and lack of respect, Axel will have to give you up to us tonight. And we get to fuck you in his bedroom.”

He inched closer and I caught a whiff of his scent—like expensive cologne and something woodsy. His warm b eyes sparkled playfully as he peered down at me.

“And… he has to watch,” Luca laughed. He reached out and trailed the tips of his fingers down the length of my arm.

My eyes flicked over to Axel, who was now sitting on his leather sofa, eyes dark as he poured himself another glass of whiskey.

“I don’t think he will listen,” I whispered to Luca.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Luca murmured. “He has to.”

Adrian walked behind me and I felt him pull at the zipper of my dress. It fell to the floor at my feet. Then he tugged on my bra, pulled it free, and threw it to the side.

“Insane,” Luca breathed. He reached up and gripped both of my tits in his hands.

My panties were next. I felt Adrian’s hands move around my waist. Then his fingers were under the fabric.

“She’s already wet,” Adrian said.

Chapter 32

Adrian slid a finger down my soaking pussy and sighed, “God, she is so ready.”

“Who knew?” Luca said gently. “That we would actually find you?”

“Find me?” I said, letting out a whimper as Adrian flicked his thumb over the hood of my clit.

“Find the woman who we needed,” Luca said.

I felt Adrian pull at my panties. They fell to the floor.

“Get down,” Adrian said, turning me to face him. “On all fours.”

I did as I was told. I knelt down and got onto all fours.

“No, no,” Luca chuckled. “Turn and face Axel.”

I turned my body so that I was now looking at Axel, who was sipping on his whiskey. He was more enraged than I had ever seen before. His knuckles were white as he gripped his glass.

Luca knelt on the ground behind me. I heard him rustling around inside a bag. Then I heard the sound of metal clinking.

I looked over my shoulder from my doggy position and he winked at me before locking two cuffs onto my ankles.

Adrian had wandered off, but he soon returned. He knelt in front of me. He was now fully naked. My eyes dropped to his thick, smooth cock.

God, I loved his cock.

“Here you are, love,” he said softly. I looked up at him. He was holding two nipple clamps.

I swallowed, preparing myself for the pain. He reached out and clamped them onto my nipples. They peaked and swelled as I cried out.

“Sshhh…” he said, cupping my face.

Then he reached down and secured two cuffs to my wrists.

“Put your face down on the ground,” he said, tugging downward on my head. “Flat against the ground, baby.”

I let him push my head down, pressing my cheek against the plush carpet.

“Angle her again, so that she can see Axel—and so he can see her face too,” Luca said.

“You’re a prick,” I heard Axel hiss.

Their hands were on me now, gently shuffling me. Now I was able to look Axel in the eyes again. Then they both lifted one of my legs and took one cuff from my wrist and connected it to the cuffs on my ankles.

Now my ass was upright in the air. My face was flat against the ground. My wrists were cuffed behind my back and attached to my ankles.

“God,” I heard Luca say from behind me. “Axel, you should come look at this. A perfect pussy on display—and she is soaking.”

“And wide open,” I heard Adrian murmur as he slid one long finger into my vagina. I moaned.

Axel’s face grew stormy, but he didn’t respond. His eyes flickered to my face as Adrian pushed another finger inside me.

“Mmm…” I moaned, my eyes on Axel’s.

Adrian pulled his fingers out of me. I heard them shuffling behind me.

“You can pull out your cock, if you want, Axel,” Luca laughed.

I felt one of them position himself behind me. He held onto my legs, just beneath the cuffs. Then he plunged into me. I knew as soon as he was inside me that it was Luca.

He began to rock his hips, hard and fast.

I moaned long and deep, “Oh God…”

Axel took a long sip of his whiskey as he watched.

Luca was ploughing into me now, letting out a few deep, pleasure-filled moans. My tits and stomach were scraping against the carpet. I whimpered, moaned, and gasped as he fucked me.

This wasn’t just about Luca finding pleasure in my body.

This was payback.

He wanted Axel to watch as he tore my pussy to shreds. He wanted to finally put him in his place.

Luca stopped for a moment and pulled out of me. I felt him disconnect the chains that had held my ankles to my wrists.

“Up you go, darling,” Adrian said. He was now in front of me. “On your hands.”

I was now on all fours again, and Adrian was standing in front of my face. Luca was still behind me. He repositioned himself and then sank back inside me.

“God,” I whimpered as he stretched me.

I felt Adrian grab a fistful of my hair. He tugged on my head, forcing me to look up at him.

“Suck it,” he said evenly.

I opened my mouth and he slid his cock inside. I moaned as he rocked his hips back and forth. He picked up the pace and soon his dick was slamming into the back of my throat.

I gagged, but it was muffled by his cock. Luca was still fucking me from behind, his skin slapping against mine. I was soaking. I could hear the sloshing sounds as his cock filled me over and over again.

Tears filled my eyes as Adrian’s cock slammed into the back of my throat again, activating my gag reflex.

“Come on, Sloane,” he murmured. “You can take it.”

The nipple clamps were swinging wildly as my tits bounced with the motion.

“She can,” Luca chuckled. I felt a sting as he smacked my ass. Then Adrian’s cock pulsed inside my mouth. I moaned just as he flooded my mouth with his warm liquid.

“Swallow it,” Adrian ordered.

I nodded and did as he told me, swallowing the salty liquid in one long gulp.

“Good girl,” Adrian said softly. He knelt in front of me and wiped away the tears that had formed in my eyes when I was deep-throating his cock.

Then I felt Luca pulling me backwards. I yelped in surprise. He was positioning me onto his lap.

“Come on, squat onto it,” Luca murmured against my ear.

He was sitting on the floor and I was now squatting above his lap, my opening hovering just above his cock. I sank down slowly as he guided himself back into place.

“God, what a pussy,” he groaned. I began to move up and down, taking each inch of his erection.

I moaned, my mouth dropping open. Axel and I were now staring at each other again. He was still holding his whiskey—and he still looked pissed.

Adrian made his way over to my side as I squatted on Luca’s cock. He took his thumb and traced small circles on my clit. I moaned as warm, sensual pleasure spread through my body. My pussy was clenching.

Luca reached around me and tugged gently on the nipple clamps. I cried out in pain, but it soon mixed with pleasure. I felt my pussy twitch, and then the orgasm hit me like a thunderclap.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

Luca pulled on the nipple clamps one more time before he shot his load inside me. Hot, warm and welcoming. It filled me to the very brim.

After a few more thrusts, we stopped moving. I sat on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside me. I felt Luca’s sweaty chest pressing against my back.

“Did you like that show, Axel?” he said, now pulling me gently off him.

I clambered to my feet, still shaking from my orgasm. Axel didn’t respond—he just stared at the nipple clamps still dangling from my tits.

Adrian walked over and took the cuffs off of my ankles and wrists. Then, he removed the nipple clamps.

“Is the pain bad?” he asked softly.

I shrugged. But he leaned forward and gently licked one of my nipples, then blew on it—sending a cool chill across the top of my sore skin, to ease the pain. Then he did the same to the other one.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

“Good night, Sloane,” Adrian said. Then he nodded towards the door, as if telling me it was time to leave.

I blinked and then walked over to my clothes and tugged them back on.

“See you next time, darling,” Luca grinned at me.

I smiled back and turned to leave. Just before I closed the door behind me, I peered over my shoulder.

All three of them were staring at me. Watching me intently.

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Something was up.

That much was obvious.

The phone call that I had eavesdropped on.

The way the men had stared at me last night.

Something had happened-and not knowing what it was, had sent me into a spiral.

I had gone to bed, showered, and dressed for work. Adrian had said that someone would take me. I made my way towards the front of the house, unsure of who planned to drive me.

But Adrian stood waiting, just inside the front door.

“Good morning,” I said with a small wave.

“Hello, Sloane,” he held up his keys. “I’ll take you to work.”

He looked incredible in a blue fitted blazer suit and a tucked-in white shirt.

“Sure,” I said. “But at some point, you have to let me go to my apartment.”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

I stood still for a moment, just staring at him. “You can’t expect me to never go and collect my personal things.”

“Collect them for what?” he said, stepping towards me, his eyes narrowing. Something was different about him. He seemed… angry.

“Everything you need is here, Sloane,” he said, his voice dropping low. He leaned forward until our faces were almost touching.

“I still want my own things,” I murmured.

“But you don’t even want to be here—am I right?” he said in a rough whisper. “So what’s the point of going and collecting your things? Don’t you want to go home and never return to us?”

“I—I…” I tried to respond, but my voice caught in my throat.

He leaned back and sighed. “Let’s go to work.”

Chapter 33

I sat at my desk, typing madly.

I had gotten far behind on my work. I’d managed to have Georgie swing by my place and grab my personal laptop. She’d dropped it off to me when she arrived.

I’d also managed to quickly send through a message, via the encrypted chat, to the two brothers, Knox and Rowe. I told them I’d been busy but was still working on the code.

No response.

Now Georgie sat in front of my desk, her feet propped on top of it. She was eating a tin of mints. Yes, that’s right. She was throwing three or four in at a time and chomping down on them like a madwoman.

“Gawwwd,” she groaned. “Do you know how boring this place was without you? Why did you suddenly have to go bond with your dad and go on a business trip?”

She was annoying the hell out of me. The last thing I needed right now was Georgie distracting me.

“Did you hear back from that job?” she said between bites. “The one in New York?”

I sighed and stopped typing. “Yes. They asked me to do a Teams interview. Now can you go?”

Her eyes widened. She slid her legs off my desk and sat upright.

“What?” she squealed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t I?” I asked absentmindedly, my eyes flicking back to the screen.

“Sloane—we might get to live our best life in New York!” she jumped to her feet.

I heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Georgie called.

“This isn’t your office, Georgie,” I rolled my eyes at her.

The door opened and Adrian appeared.

Instantly, my stomach dropped.

Why couldn’t my life be normal?

“Quick conference—now,” he said bluntly. “Come to meeting room A.”

“Sure, what—” I began.

But he shut the door, cutting me off mid-sentence.

“Ouch,” Georgie said, her eyes wide. “He seems pissy today.”

I sighed. “Yeah… he does.”

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I reached the door to meeting room A and paused for half a second, steadying myself. Then I took a deep breath and pushed it open.

All three CEOs were already inside, seated at the long conference table.

They had their laptops open, documents spread neatly in front of them. But not one of them looked at me when I entered the room.

I moved toward the table slowly and sank into the nearest chair.

I smoothed my hands over my dress, forcing myself to stay composed.

“We’re reviewing our contractual agreement with one of our investors,” Adrian said, sliding a document across the table toward me. “I want your input on the security side of things. We need to make sure that data sharing remains safe.”

He was asking for help with basic shit.

Like, real basic shit.

The type of advice they could give themselves. They didn’t need me for something like this…

Luca leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable, his arms crossed.

Axel didn’t speak at all. He just stared at the wall.

The tension in the room was suffocating. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. Just as I was about to turn and ask them what the hell was going on, the door to the conference room opened.

All four of us looked up at once.

Two men stepped inside.

Rowe.

And Knox.

The room started to spin. I clutched the edge of the table and swallowed hard. Then, I saw Adrian’s gaze on me.

Was he watching my reaction?

I loosened my posture in an attempt to look less startled. I stood to my feet, followed by the men.

Rowe approached me first and extended his hand, his blue eyes raking my body. “Nice to meet you again, Miss Heathrow.”

“Hello again,” I said, forcing a polite smile.

His expression was…flat. Void of any emotion.

Was he pissed that I had not been messaging them? Did he know that I had returned to the other men? Did he think that I was taking too long to dismantle the CEO’s network?

Knox walked around him and smiled brightly, his hazel eyes sparkling as he looked at me. We shook hands as well.

“Great to see you again,” he said warmly.

I nodded. “It is.”

But Knox looked like…well Knox.

I sat back down and reached for my pen, my hands still shaking. I opened a notebook and began to write down a few things. It was total nonsense, but I needed to look busy.

“So, Mr Orion,” Adrian said, clearing his throat while looking down at a document in his hand. “Now, we did meet about a month ago and we drafted our initial contract.”

Mr Orion?

He was looking at Rowe.

So Rowe was Mr Orion?

“Yes,” Rowe said evenly. “Orion Investments is still very interested in executing the contract as well. But there were some concerns with data sharing?”

After that, I completely checked out. I wasn’t listening to a word they were saying. All I could do was continue to write notes in my book. More utter nonsense. Several moments passed before I looked up again.

“Miss Heathrow?”

It was Adrian.

I looked up and blinked. “Sorry, I was just taking notes.”

“What do you think about the new suggestion?” he asked, leaning forward.

I nodded. “Sounds great.”

“Well, I trust your advisement,” Luca winked at me.

Axel nodded. “If she says yes, let’s do it.”

I had no idea what I had said yes to.

“Great,” Rowe said, standing to his feet.

We all followed suit.

Rowe nodded at the men. “It was a pleasure.”

Then he turned to me. “And good to see you again, Miss Heathrow.”

“Yup,” I said quickly. I sat back down and went back to my nonsensical notes. I didn’t even look up to watch them leave.

The room went silent. Suddenly, a hand reached out and snatched the notebook, pulling it away from me.

“Hey—” I said, turning to look.

Axel was holding it. He snorted as he read. “What the fuck is this meant to be?”

“Mind your own business,” I snapped back.

“Sloane,” Adrian said, his voice hard. “We need to talk.”

He nodded at Luca and Axel. “Go.”

“No way, I want to—” Luca began.

“I said go,” Adrian barked. His voice was loud and sudden, causing me to jump.

“Fine,” Luca said, standing to his feet. Axel stood too, before plopping the book back down in front of me. Then, they both left the room.

I sighed as the door closed and then turned towards Adrian. “What the fuck is going on?”

He stood and walked towards me before sitting in the chair next to me. I turned to face him, our knees brushing against one another. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

He ran a hand through his hair before sighing. “Sloane, do you have something you need to tell me?”

“About what?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He shook his head and scoffed. “I was hoping that you would have the maturity to tell me yourself. To just say it without me playing games.”

“What?” I shrugged.

He reached across the table and picked up a file.

“I need you to explain something to me, Sloane,” he said, his eyes dark.

His expression was… terrifying.

Dark.

Not the Adrian I knew.

No, this was something different. The dark side that I had only ever heard about.

The…criminal.

“You know,” he leaned back in his chair and placed his hand under his chin thoughtfully, “I thought you were smart.”

He laughed and opened the file in front of him. “We told you about our underground network, Sloane.”

He pulled a document from the file and peered down at it. “It’s a dark world, the one that we are a part of. People will do anything to make it to the top. That’s the only way that you can win.”

He slid the document towards me. “Sometimes, there are people who like to tell us dirty secrets. For their own benefit.”

I looked down at the report.

“There’s only three sentences,” I said, squinting at it.

“Read them,” he said.

I looked down.

Sloane Heathrow.

Seen at social event.

Orion brothers.

Then there was a date. The date of the brothers’ pool party.

The same date that I had been “sick” and missed work—but in reality, I’d been with the brothers.

“Who sent you this?” I said, turning to face him.

He shrugged. “We don’t care to know. It was sent through our secure network. We don’t bother trying to track any of the people who send these through. But someone knew that this information would be valuable to us. Obviously, whoever sent it, is not a fan of the Orion brothers.”

“I…” my voice trailed off.

He studied my face for several moments before leaning back in his chair and sighing. “What the hell am I going to do with you, Sloane?”

I shook my head. “It’s not true.”

He slammed a fist down on the table, causing me to gasp and jump.

“Do you think I am stupid?” he hissed. “What do you take me for?”

He threw his hands up in exasperation as he stared back at me.

“You know, Sloane,” he scoffed, “I didn’t believe it when it came through.”

He shook his head. “No, no. I needed evidence.”

He reached for the file again. “An IT girl from my company? Who was a virgin when I met her? Planning to take me down—with the help of the mafia?”

He pulled out a photo and slid it towards me.

I looked down, and I felt tears beginning to form in my eyes.

It was me. Standing next to Knox at the pool party. I was smiling at him, deep in conversation.

“Now tell me again, Sloane,” he said, leaning forward, “about how it’s not true.”

Author’s note:

This is the end of book 2. I will be having a holiday, and then I will start book 3. In the meantime, please check out two books that I currently have in the sci-fi romance contest: Awake and Alien ClaimThanks for reading!