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Walking through the closet in nothing but a sheer black bra and thong, I find myself admiring the impressive wall of color before me. The shoe racks are sorted by color and there must be at least a thousand different options. Boots. Stilettos. Wedges. Runners. Anything a woman could dream about having on her feet, Ariana had it right here at her fingertips.

Unable to help myself, I pick up a black pair of stiletto pumps with gorgeous red bottoms and slip my foot straight in. It fits like a fucking glove, and judging by the smooth, pristine red bottoms, these gorgeous heels have never even been worn.

What a fucking waste. I’ll have to keep them and show them a good time.

Taking my new heels for a walk, I find a secluded section deeper in the closet with nothing but a button on the wall, and hell, I’m only human. I press that damn button with everything that I’ve got and gape as the wall fades away to show off the massive collection of jewelry. Diamonds stare back at me, the whole wall sparkling like Marcus’ eyes when he gets to play in blood. Bangles, bracelets, necklaces, rings. It’s like Tiffany’s threw up in here and forgot to clean up after itself.

“Spank me, Daddy,” I murmur to myself. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

I scoop up a diamond bangle and slip it over my hand before finding another and then another. Necklaces dangle between my breasts, some right down to my belly button while others barely pass my collarbone. I shower myself with diamonds, filling my fingers and ears with the most exquisite pieces. I must be wearing millions of dollars and I fucking love it, though I’m all too aware that this is nothing more than dress up. A girl like me could never even dream about this kind of luxury.

Finding a sheer, I just killed my husband robe, I slip it over my arms and let the soft material hang from my shoulder, feeling like a fucking rockstar. Damn it, if the boys ever take this room away from me, it’s not their father they’ll have to worry about. I’m in a dream right here and up until this moment, I didn’t even realize this was something I ever wanted. I guess sometimes we don’t know what we like until it’s shoved right in our faces—the three murderers downstairs are the perfect example of that.

Stepping toward the mirror, I take myself in, and just as a shiver trails down my back, Marcus steps in behind me, his arm curling around my body as he watches me through the mirror. His dark eyes are filled with the most intense desire, and I can’t help but wonder if this is what he likes, but as his fingers move to the blood slowly trailing down my chest, I realize that I couldn’t have been more wrong.

It’s not the diamonds and heels that get him off, it’s the blood.

His fingers trail through my blood before raising them up. He gently presses them against my lips before smearing them across my face like smudged lipstick. His hand curls into my hair without warning, tearing my head back and turning my face until his eyes are directly on mine.

Those delicious lips crush mine and he kisses me deeply as his hand slips inside the sheer gown and trails down to my panties. His fingers slip inside and I grip his arm, pushing him further as the desperation slams through me.

“Shayne, babe, where are ya?” I hear Levi calling from the main door of the bedroom. I pull my lips free from Marcus’ and he drops straight to my neck, making me groan just as Levi appears in the entrance of the massive closet. He pauses, taking in the scene before him, and sees the red-hot desire and need in my eyes.

His tongue rolls over his lips as hunger pulses in his eyes and damn it, unlike his brother, he’s all about the diamonds and heels. “Fucking hell,” he breathes as I feel Marcus’ thick cock grinding up against my ass.

I meet Levi’s heated stare and grin back at him. “Fuck me, Levi. Make me scream.”

Not one to disappoint, he strides into the big closet, removing his stained black hoodie as he goes. He wears no shirt below and my gaze sweeps over his defined abs. My mouth waters just looking at him. He steps in front of me and I trail my fingers over his body as Marcus removes his hoodie behind me.

Levi takes my thigh and raises it up high until the bottom of my stiletto heel is propped against a shelf just by his waist, spreading me wide as the sheer robe falls open, showing off my toned stomach and thigh.

He moves in close as Marcus presses against my back, his bare cock right there. He takes the robe and slides it down my arms, letting it fall in a messy heap at our feet as Levi captures my lips in his, his hands roaming over my skin and sending shivers all over my body.


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