I have something they want. They have something I need—the ability to make me lose myself under their touch and forget the world around us. Nothing I do will bring my mother back or make my stepfather fall off a cliff so here I am.
There are worse places.
“Men?” I whimper.
“There’s something you haven’t given to us yet. Something we’ve let you hold onto but it’s time, Laila.”
No, my mind screams. I can’t do this. Instinct drives me backward. I don’t get far. I can literally take five steps and be in the bedroom. That is it. My only escape is to give them exactly what they want.
“You’ve taken us for three months. Now it’s our turn to have what we want.”
The words left unspoken are loudest of all. I know what he wants. What they all want.
I take a step back and hold up my hands to try and reason with them, but my body—my treacherous body—pulses with desire.
It’s come to the point where I know I won’t say no. Waves of fear shoot through me and I start to tremble.
Con is the first one to reach for me. I’m in his arms and I instantly calm.
“Shh,noy nevinny.You will do this for us. Taking all three of us is a pleasure beyond anything we have given you so far. Let us give you more. So much more.”
I hear myself say yes, but I don’t remember telling my mouth to move with the words.
“Good girl,” he coos in Russian.
“You will love it because it is your men doing it to you.Da?”
Yes. No. Fuck why do I have to be so messed up?
The white satin bag Con holds is dropped into my hands.
“Open it,” he orders in a tone much like whiskey poured over black marble—dark and stained.
Hard steel hooks my brown eyes and I can’t look away as I do his digging.
A silver teardrop with a beautiful rose on the end falls into my open palm. An anal plug? An anal plug!
My heart doesn’t miss a beat. It races so fast the floor beneath me starts to spin. I turn the beautiful piece of silver over in my hand. The sides of the silver rose are covered in a soft material that gives the flower a beautiful sheen but also makes it safe against tender skin.
It’s perfectly designed to slide into a woman and prepare her for her man. Or in my case, men. It’s a rose for the part of me they think is untouched. Would they throw me away if they knew the truth of how dirty I am? I would.
Bastian’s hands settle on my hips and I am slowly turned to face Dante.
He takes my trembling hands and settles them gently over his chest. I can feel his heart beat steadily beneath my touch and it calms my own. His lips come to tease over the shell of my ear.
“Remember the first time we shared you in Club Sin in New Orleans? The sensations Con gave you as I took your virginity? How desperate you were to fill all of us at once?”
“How could I ever forget?”
Rough fingers find the edge of my dress and it’s lifted, high and higher until I feel the coolness of the high altitude over my bare buttocks. In a dress like this, there’s no room for underwear and panty lines. Lucky for me it came with a built-in bra. That is so not the case for the bottom half of me.
I take a nervous look over my shoulder. Hands clutch the sides of my ass and I am reverently spread open like a delicate flower until my most intimate part is on display.
I watch as Con leans in and runs the tip of his tongue over the swell of one cheek and then the other. His hands dig into the flesh and I raise on the tips of my toes, my mouth hinges open.
His hard stare meets mine and I forget I should be afraid of what is about to be taken from me.
Long fingers caress the underside of my cheeks, lift then drop the meaty flesh. Bastian likes my plump ass. He’s forever gripping it in his hands any chance he gets.