“No offense, Dad, but you’d have to put us underground to stop us. We aren’t here asking for permission. We’re here asking our parents to come as guests.”
“As long as it doesn’t affect business, I couldn't care less who you’re fucking.”
“Anthony,” Laura says. Her voice is barely a whisper, but her embarrassment is evident. She drops her head down and busies herself eating her food as if hoping the ground will open up and swallow her whole.
I chuckle. Laura is married to a monster and still has a hard time accepting who he is. Not my Stella, though. She knows exactly who we are and loves us regardless. That’s how I know we’ll last. Total acceptance. She doesn’t always agree with us but stands by us, no matter what. I wonder if Laura would be by Anthony’s side if she saw blood on his hands.
“We want to get married in the forest behind the house,” Axel says. “The place holds meaning for us. You two don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of everything. We just need the space.”
Anthony wipes his mouth with the white cloth napkin at the table.” I don’t see any problem with that.”
Axel slaps the table and smiles at his father. “Great. So we’ll see you Saturday.”
Something flickers between Laura and Stella. Whatever it is, it must be something Laura approves of because she nods her head and smiles.
“Dear, I think we can get on our way and leave the kids to themselves,” Anthony says, getting up from the table and offering Laura his hand.
It doesn’t matter that her food is still sitting on her plate. The man wants to go, and what she wants doesn’t seem to be a consideration. Laura smiles, takes his hand, and walks with him without a word.
I take a sip of my drink and turn to Axel. “I may be a sadist, but that man is an asshole.”
Stella smirks. “That’s your future father-in-law you’re talking about.”
“I know I’m involved with his son, but I don’t like how he talks down to your mother. That shit doesn’t bother you?”
She shrugs. “She seems happy, and as long as she’s happy, it’s not my place to question anything. I mean, it’s not like people don’t judge us. We aren’t exactly a nuclear family.”
“Yes, but I at least let you finish your fuckin’ food.”
Stella smiles, her eyes flickering with humor. “Kian, you belted me while I ate like a dog at your feet.”
“You liked it. As I recall, you were dripping wet and begged me to fuck you up the ass while Ronan ate you out.”
Red creeps up her skin, and she casts her eyes down. I grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “I think we’ll pack up the rest of your meal and have a repeat of that night.”
ChapterNine
STELLA
Kian opensmy car door for me, like usual. Since being with these three, I’ve never had to carry a bag or open a door. Kian, Ronan, and Axel may treat me like a whore between the sheets, but in the streets, I’m nothing but a lady.
Unless they are railing you in the bathroom or forcing you to drink cum in front of your mother.
Regardless of their sexual needs, they treat me like a princess. And it’s not like I don’t love their depravity. I live for it. I was going through the motions until I met them. I was living in monochrome, and they were technicolor. They ignited something in me that has me on top of the world, looking down at the peasants below.
Let’s be real. Most women would love three men to fuck them stupid while treating them like the most precious thing on the planet. The way they gaze at me like they could devour me and keep me in bulletproof glass makes me feel invincible.
As soon as I’m seated, Kian leans forward and buckles me in, placing a chaste kiss on the top of my head. The kiss is the calm before the storm. Kian is super sweet right before he does something insane, usually involving me.
This juxtaposition would be a red flag with most men, but even though Kian is insane, he’s also the sweetest, most loving man on the planet. The rage and inner turmoil he struggles with from growing up with a drug-addicted mother never touch me. With me, he’s loving and even-tempered, except for when we’re having sex. In those moments, he’s wild and passionate. I love both sides of Kian, his entire self. There isn’t one thing I’d change about him because if I did, he wouldn’t be Kian anymore.
My eyes connect with Axel’s through the rearview mirror. His face is plastered with a shit-eating grin. “Put your legs on the dashboard and spread ‘em.”
“You cannot be serious, Axel. Everyone will see.”
“Like I give a shit. I own a gun and a knife.”
“You can’t go around killing and maiming people when you force my pussy on display.”