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When I give my full attention to Vic, I can tell he’s about to lose it. His breath comes in harsh pants, and his hips buck up in little jerks, meeting the movement of his fist. On my other side, I can hear the wet, filthy sounds of his two brothers jerking off as well—and suddenly, there’s only one thing in the world that I want.
“Come on me,” I blurt, the words spilling out of my mouth. “All of you. Please.”
Vic’s gaze locks with mine, his nostrils flaring. “Are you sure?”
“God, yes,” I gasp out. “I want you to. Paint me with your cum. Make me filthy for you. Mark me as yours.”
“Shit,” Vic curses.
“See?” Ransom groans. “Like I said, you’re perfect. Such a good fucking girl.”
“Such adirtyfucking girl,” Malice adds. “You want us to make you even dirtier? We can do that.”
He and Ransom step closer, and Vic surges to his feet. All three of them are surrounding me now in front of the couch, with me still on my knees. That puts their cocks level with my face, and I bite my lip hard, watching with hungry anticipation as they stroke themselves. The room is filled with the sound of slick skin on skin, their harsh breathing, and the noises that pour from their lips.
Vic comes first, going tense and rigid as pleasure rips through him. He grunts and juts his hips forward, letting the hot, sticky ropes of his cum splatter over my face and chest.
I moan low in my throat, enjoying the feeling of it.
Malice and Ransom follow in quick succession. They jack themselves off until they explode, squeezing out every drop of cum, painting my face, neck, and chest with the hot, pearly liquid.
I shudder, pleasure rocking through me, and even though it’s not an orgasm, it’s almost as good.
It’s everything I needed… and then some.
24
WILLOW
In the next few days,I seek out more opportunities to use my new position and wealth to fuck with Olivia. It’s just small things here and there, things Vic recommends from his research, but it does feel really good to be doing something against her. To be making consistent moves and making sure my grandmother knows we’re not backing down.
On top of that, I feel better than I have since the guys got me back.
It’s not an overnight fix, but the knowledge that I’ve made progress seems to set off a kind of domino effect. It reminds me that I’m not hopelessly broken, so on those mornings when I wake up in tears or a cold sweat from a nightmare, it doesn’t feel like the end of the world.
I’m still struggling in some ways, and there are still times when I wake up in the middle of the night gasping for breath, so sure that I’m still in that tiny little hole in the floor Troy used to force me into. But then one of the guys will wake up and soothe me back to sleep, or Malice will snore, and it’ll remind me that I’m safe. That I’m with them, and they’re not going to abandon me because I’m not fixed yet.
It feels like being on more solid footing, and I’m so fucking grateful for that. I’m no longer anyone’s victim. Troy got what was coming to him, and I’m not just a pawn in Olivia’s games. I’m playing in her world, making moves that force her to see me as an equal, and I’m doing it on my own terms. I stole the wealth of the man I was forced to marry, and now I’m using it to build the life for myself I always wanted. Not the one I thought I wanted or the life I assumed I should want, but the one I truly want.
A life where I get to call the shots and do things that make me happy. A life surrounded by three men who love me unconditionally, whose support and unwavering love make me feel like I could do anything.
I’m finally starting to feel that strength that they always say they see in me, and it makes me feel good.
So I’m smiling as I take the elevator down to the building’s garage, humming a little under my breath.
Ransom has been down here for the last couple of hours, working on his new bike. It’s a shiny blue Ducati, and I can tell he’s thrilled to have replaced his old one.
He glances up when he sees me approach, wiping grease off his hands on a dirty rag.
“What are you grinning about, pretty girl?” he asks.
That just makes my smile stretch wider as I come over. “Nothing, really. Just in a good mood.”
“I like to see you smiling.” He reaches out and pulls me closer, kissing me lightly.
His lips feel good against mine, the way they always do. Soft and tender, with just that edge of desire that promises it could be something more if we both wanted it to turn into that. I savor it, enjoying the way I can melt against him now more easily than before.
“How’s it going down here?” I ask him, pulling back and trailing a hand over the shiny surface of the bike.
