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I open wider, letting more of him ravish me. I spread my legs, too, desperate for every inch these men will provide.
My core tightens and without even fully being aware of its approach, my orgasm crashes over me. I let out a muffled scream around Magnus’s cock, and Dominic continues to thrust in and out, not letting up at my release at all. I tremble but remain upright, pleasure coursing through me. The tension builds again, this time a bit more under my control. I keep it at bay and savor the ecstasy of riding that post-orgasm and near-orgasm bliss.
Magnus stops fucking the back of my throat and slides some of his shaft out to grip it in his hand. He strokes himself and leaves the tip of his cock in my mouth. I open up and cup the bottom of his dick with my tongue, eager for him to finish.
“Look at me, princess,” Magnus commands.
I stare up at him through my lashes, a bit of me grateful I hadn’t put my makeup on yet, because my mascara would no doubt be streaking my cheeks.
He explodes in my mouth, and I gratefully lap up every drop of him. He drags the tip against my lips and then shoves it back under the band of his boxers.
I drop my head, my hands latching onto the ground to steady me as I focus my attention on the man fucking me hard from behind. Arching my back, I grip the rug we’re on top of and slam into him, giving as much as he is, matching his intensity and holding out even though I could easily give in to my release at any given moment. I want to feel him explode inside of me when my pussy tightens around his shaft—my own climax waiting for his to come first.
But that's the thing about Dom and me, we're both greedy in our desire to satisfy the other, so what we want is often the same damn thing. The real question is, who will give in first?
I wasn’t always like this. No, when we first started fucking, I was incredibly selfish in my attempt to make sure I came first. Because most men are stingy in bed and don’t often reciprocate once their own satisfaction has been met. But the more time I spend with my three men, I realize that they would never allow my needs not to be met. That alone made me hungry to make sure theirs were, too.
Dominic slows his pace but maintains his depth. He grips my ass and gently digs his fingers into my flesh. “Come for me like a good girl.”
And because I apparently have no fucking self-control, I do. My pussy clenches around him, and I scream into the rug. His cock throbs inside my hole as he follows me across the finish line.
I lie there, my face buried and my breath ragged. Dominic slows his pace until he’s not moving at all.
He remains while I pulsate around him and shiver at the intensity of the climax.
Finally, he pulls out and rises to his feet, removing the condom and dropping it into the wastebasket under the sink.
“You okay, princess?” Magnus helps me stand on my shaky legs.
“Mmhm." I smirk at him and force myself to get it together. My entire body radiates bliss from head to toe. My mind spins in the euphoric orgasm-induced frenzy.
Dominic glances at his Patek Philippe watch. “We’re going to be late.”
I go into the private toilet area, not shutting the door all the way, and relieve myself. Through the crack, I ask, “Who are you meeting with?” I finish up quickly and go back into the main bathroom area to wash my hands. I flit my gaze at both of them in the mirror, wondering which of them will choose to be vague this time.
Ever since I met them, they’ve never been that open about the dealings of their business. There was this brief time between then and me getting shot that they were more willing to share information, but now, afterthat, they avoid the topic of work like the plague.
And honestly, it’s fucking annoying.
The reason I got kidnapped in the first place was because they were keeping secrets. Don't they realize if I'm going to be a part of their life, I have to be a part of their business, too? I don't have to know every nitty-gritty detail, but they tell me next to nothing. It's as if they think if they don't acknowledge the elephant in the room, it doesn't exist.
But all they’re doing is making me feel isolated and shut off from them. And it’s only a matter of time until that bleeds into our romantic relationships.
I’m not asking to be nosey. I’m asking because I want to help. Maybe not to the same lengths that resulted in me getting shot, but in any capacity that could assist them in managing this empire. I have a business degree—one that they insisted I finish—and enough smarts to understand and be willing to navigate their corrupt ways. I should be an asset to their organization, not some liability they feel like they have to shield from it all.
“Nobody important, princess.” Magnus kisses my cheek and tucks a strand of my wild jet-black hair behind my ear.
I’m well aware that Magnus is the most conflicted of them on this, but still, he doesn’t budge. He was the one to advocate for the truth when we first started seeing each other, practically demanding that the other two confess a fraction of the truth. Yet now, he goes along with the secrecy. Getting shot and almost dying has a way of changing the dynamic of things.
Each of them is aware of how strong and capable I am, but there's still the need to protect me from their world. I'll just have to prove to them that I really do fit in and that I can handle my own.
Only, their continued secrecy, and the fact that I’m under pretty much constant surveillance makes that sort of difficult.
A chime sounds from Dominic’s pocket. He retrieves his phone and returns it a second later. “Beckett’s here.”
The man who was once their enemy, who quite literally saved my life, is now my permanent bodyguard. It wasn't a decision they took lightly, but they insisted someone watch over me when they couldn't, and despite hating his fucking guts more than anything, they shared one thing in common with said enemy—the innate desire to keep me alive.
They vetted numerous other soldiers in their organization, coming up short after every interview. Sure, they were obedient and good at following directions, but none of them had a personal stake in the matter. Which left Simon Beckett to be the most qualified for the position.
