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Ebony—currently headed along the hall and into Xander’s waiting arms—is our latest test subject. Our guinea pig, as Zeke likes to call them. She’s lasted three months, which is longer than most. But that’s because Zeke has been on his best behavior for her. Until today. We warned her how he could be, and she swore she could handle it. Seems like she can’t.
because we swore she’d be the last one we attempted this with. On paper, she seemed like the perfect fit. But no woman will ever come between Xander, Zeke, and me, although that hasn’t stopped every single one of them from trying.
It’s been fourteen years, but he’s barely changed at all. Well, discounting the fact that he’s now a super successful billionaire. At least he didn’t recognize me, but I was just a little kid the last time he saw me.
“Do you always talk to your bike instead of looking where you’re going?” a gruff voice growls at me from above. “Sorry, I was just—” I finish rubbing my bruised ass cheek and look up at the face of the man I just collided with. Holy mother of all that is divine and holy. Does every man who works in this building look like they fell from heaven, or have I just had the pleasure of meeting the three finest looking men on the face of this earth in the past ten minutes?
I resist the base urge to force him to his knees and make him suck my cock at this booth.
I’m not into men. I’m into West and Xander.
“Take your fucking hands off her. Now.” The deep voice cuts through the noise and the hand on my arm disappears.
“I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here, shorty. So don’t ask me again, because if you do, you’re likely going to be bent over something real fast and I’ll be balls-deep in your sweet pussy before you have a chance to change your mind.”
“She invited you in?” Of course she fucking did. He looks like Ryan Gosling’s better-looking younger brother.
if they do harvest your organs or sell you off to some cartel, trust me when I say that no amount of money will buy me off. Pinkie swear.” She holds out her little finger, and I laugh. But I still can’t help wondering what the hell the Unholy Trinity wants with me.
“Cat got your tongue, shorty?” “I’m not short,” I retort. “I’m five-five. That’s like average height.”
He frowns at me. “Soda?” Do they even have soda in this place? Or do they only drink wine, champagne, and the elixir of the gods? I clear my throat. “Please.” Zeke rolls his eyes. “Hey West, what soda goes best with roast lamb?”
“I bet the reality of dating you three means constant blowjobs with minimal return.” “Actually, Xander and West give incredible blow jobs, so that wouldn’t fall entirely on you,” Zeke replies coolly,
“If you agree to this, Lily, there’s not a single scenario where it won’t be you getting fucked by one of us. We know you’re a bottom, princess.”
Lily is better than we could have hoped or imagined. This thing with her might actually have a shot, and that scares the shit out of him. Because he really fucking likes this one.
She’s covered from her neck to her fucking toes, but in some ways that’s worse because I can’t stop thinking about peeling those clothes off her body and running my hands over every goddamn inch of her skin.
Fuck giving her time. She’s ours, and she needs to accept that sooner rather than later. I press my lips against Zeke’s ear. “I want her, Zeke. Make it happen.”
“Is that still what you want?” My voice is barely a whisper. “All three of you?” I glance around, hoping to see Zeke, and he obliges me, stepping out of the shadows and approaching us. “Fuck yes.” West’s voice is a rumbling growl. “Yeah,” Zeke says quietly.
Now we have this sexy, funny, sweet-as-cherry-fucking-pie woman sitting in our kitchen, snort-laughing because her fortune cookie says your cup will overflow with happenis. That typo would be hysterical regardless, but given the fact that she just agreed to be the beneficiary of three dicks for the foreseeable future, I totally get why she can barely breathe.
“Jesus, fuck, I need to take you bare, Lily,” he pleads, his eyes searching mine for permission.
I need her. Now. “I know how periods work, Lily. Now go take out your fucking tampon or I’ll pull it out myself.” Her breath hitches. “With my teeth.”
I grab the corners of the blanket and wrap her up like a burrito. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.” Burrowing her head into the pillow and closing her eyes, she murmurs her agreement. I allow myself a second to look at her. Tear-stained cheeks and hair all mussed up from fucking. Fuck me, she’s perfect.
“You’re mine now, buttercup.” “I am?” I pant, a mind-blowing orgasm building deep in my core. “Damn fucking right you are. That’s the thing with me, Lily. I’m a fucking monster, but I’m your monster now.”
“That was an important meeting, princess.” She sinks her teeth into her juicy lip. “And not only did I leave it a half hour earlier than I was supposed to, but I have no fucking clue what happened during most of it.”
“One of these days, I’m gonna hunt you down. And when I catch you …” A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You’d never catch me, old man.” I slide my hand down his muscular back. “One day, Zeke.” He dusts his lips over mine again. “One day, West.”
I thread my fingers in his hair but resist the urge to fuck his throat. He hates that. Instead, I look down and watch the most powerful man I know suck my cock. The sight alone is enough to make me nut in his mouth. “Fuck, West.”
He pulls my pants up and refastens them, then kisses the three prongs of the trident tattoo on my chest. “You and Zeke are the only men I’d ever get on my knees for. You know that, right?”
“Lily! Look at me when I’m fucking you, baby doll.” Her eyes snap open and focus on mine. She shivers. “Good girl.”
“It stopped bleeding, but I’m going to glue it, okay? It won’t scar.” “It won’t?” I ask, surprised at the disappointment that washes over me. “No, buttercup. Did you want it to?” “I don’t know.” I shake my head, still woozy from whatever the hell happened in the basement. “Kind of. Is that weird?” I graze my fingertip over the wound. “I kinda like having a permanent reminder of you.” He sucks in air through his teeth. “Jesus fuck, Lily.”
“I love you, Zeke.” The words fall from my lips before I can stop them. Holding my breath, I brace myself for his reaction. “I know you do, buttercup. I love you too.” My heart swells with relief and joy. Of course he loves me. I feel it every day.
They’d do anything for you, shorty. We all would. Don’t you know that?” She bites down on the soft cushion of her bottom lip, eyes shining as she blinks at me. Holy fuck, she has no idea how much we need her, want her, love her. My chest tightens and I struggle to breathe. Is someone sucking the air from the room?
“I love you, shorty. I can’t believe I never told you that before today, because I think I’ve loved you from the moment you handed me your roach-infested backpack.”
“Nope. Not with me.” Is this some kind of joke? I frown at him. “Zeke?”
“You are a lying, cheating whore, Lily. Nobody wants you here.” He blinks and the fire is extinguished, leaving a void so dark and empty that I’m afraid I will fall inside and be lost forever. I dimly register him speaking to the bouncers. “Put her in a cab and get her the fuck out of here.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I suck in a deep breath to cool the burning in my lungs, but it doesn’t help. I listen to her voicemail again, and just like all the other times, a fresh welt is sliced across my heart. She’s barely coherent over the sound of her teeth chattering and her sobs. I imagine her freezing and shivering in the back of a cab in her soaking wet dress, wondering what the fuck happened.
He’s right, listening to this on repeat is fucking torture. I would rather stick needles in my goddamn ears than hear her cry like that again. The raw pain in her voice makes me want to throw up.
“What if this is all some big fucking misunderstanding? What if there’s an explanation for all of this that doesn’t involve the woman we love, who has shown us nothing but love and kindness, royally fucking us over?”
When his blue eyes widen and his skin turns whiter than snow, I’m forced to swallow the bile that burns my esophagus. Zeke bristles. “How bad is it?” I force out the words. Xander’s eyes remain fixed on the page, and his mouth opens but nothing comes out. A look of horror twists his features. What the fuck did she say about us? “Fitch!” Zeke’s harsh tone doesn’t seem to penetrate Xander’s haze. His knees buckle and he sinks to the floor. The pages of the magazine rustle loudly in his trembling grip, and Zeke snatches it away. Xander drops his head into his hands and lets out an anguished wail.
The True Horror of the New York City Puppy Trade The words blur together, and I nearly join Xander on the floor. “What the fuck?” I whisper. “Nothing …” Xander groans, his voice muffled by his hands. “Not a single fucking word about us.”
There’s nothing. My eyes drift to the bottom of the second page—by Lily Sloane. My Lily. Our sweet, beautiful Lily. What the fuck have we done?
I told you we should just sit down and talk to Lily like normal fucking people would. You and Zeke treat me like I’m a fucking child, but I was the only one of us who wanted to act like a man, and I was stupid enough to let you talk me out of it. I was stupid enough to—fuck!” The last word is ripped from my chest. Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths. “We lost her, West. We fucking lost her.”
“You nearly cost me my job today with your bullshit.” Tears drip from my eyes, and I swat them away with the back of my hand. I hate that he’s seeing me cry, but I’m done with trying to hide what a complete mess their little power games have turned me into. “I get that a few hundred bucks a week means nothing to you, but this is the only goddamn job I have. So the next time you think it will be fun to drag the poor stupid bitch you and your friends messed with over here just so you can admire your handiwork, do me a favor. Remember that this might be a game to you, but it is my fucking life,
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“I’m already bleeding. Every single second without you is torture. I need you to make it hurt so I can feel something real. Mark me so I can remember that you belonged to me once, even if I didn’t get to keep you.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Zeke, no.” “We fucked up, baby doll. Monumentally fucked up. I’ll never forgive myself,
You all turned your backs on me. I stood in the lobby of this building, the place you made me believe was my home, sobbing like my life was over, and you sent your goddamn doorman to bring me my things.” She doesn’t bother to wipe away the fat tear rolling down her cheek. “It wasn’t until you saw my article that you knew Bree lied about me. You believed her with no real evidence, while my word meant nothing to you. And that’s when I realized that I didn’t mean anything to you either.”
“I will cuff you to my fucking bed if I have to, Lily, and there’s not a thing anyone can do to stop me.”
“But you don’t know who I really am.” “I love you, Lily. You’re my fucking girl, and that’s all I care about right now.”
I understand his burning need to fuck her so hard that she’ll still feel him inside her for the rest of her life. I want it too.
That’s some life you’ve lived.” “Yep. So, you still want me?” Zeke walks around the island and wraps his arms around me, dropping a tender kiss on the top of my head. “More than anything, baby doll.”
a little girl came running in, clutching a teddy bear under her arm. She begged him not to kill me.”
“He turned his anger on her instead. He cracked her across the face with the back of his hand … her little head snapped right back.” His skin pales, and he drops his eyes to the counter. “And I fucking ran out of there. I left her.” His eyes swim with tears when they meet mine. “I left you. I should have taken you with me.”
