Chapter 33
GRANT
When I grip Samantha’s arm to pull her to her feet, she comes without resistance because she knows there’s nowhere else to go and nothing left to say that will change what’s about to happen.
“Come with us,” I tell her, and my voice is calm in a way that seems to frighten her more than anger would, because calm means control and control means I’ve already decided exactly how this is going to unfold.
She follows me out of the dining room with Donovan and Kai flanking her on either side, and the walk to my bedroom feels both endless and too short because my mind is racing through everything she confessed and everything we learned last night.
She lied to us from the moment she arrived, came here specifically to destroy us, and yet somewhere in the middle of all those lies, something real developed that I can’t simply erase, no matter how much the betrayal burns.
When we reach my bedroom, I close the door behind us and lock it while Samantha stands in the center of the room with her arms wrapped around herself and tears still streaming down her face.
She looks small and breakable, and part of me wants to comfort her while another part wants to make her understand exactly what she’s done to this family.
“Do you have the pills?” I ask, and she flinches at the question before nodding slowly.
“In my room. Hidden in my drawer.”
“Kai, get them.” He leaves without a word, and the silence that follows is suffocating until he returns minutes later with a small package wrapped in tissues.
I take them from him and hold them up so Samantha can see. “These were your solution? Ending the pregnancy and pretending it never happened?”
“I didn’t know what else to do,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I thought I couldn’t have a baby for men I came here to destroy.”
“But you couldn’t do it, could you?” I move closer until I’m standing directly in front of her, close enough to see every tear that falls and every tremor that runs through her body.
“You couldn’t take them because somewhere between the lies and the revenge plan, you realized you wanted this baby. You wanted us.”
“Yes,” she sobs. “I want all of it. I want you and the baby and this life, but I don’t deserve any of it because I came here to hurt you.”
I drop the pills on my dresser where they land with a soft sound that seems too quiet for the weight they carry. “You’re right. You don’t deserve it. But you’re going to get it anyway, because you’re ours now and we don’t let go of what belongs to us.”
She looks up at me with confusion and hope warring in her expression. “I don’t understand.”
“You will.” I step back and gesture to Donovan and Kai.
“We’re going to show you exactly what it means to betray this family and then expect forgiveness.
We’re going to make you understand that lying to us has consequences.
And we’re going to claim you in a way that leaves no doubt about who you belong to. ”
Understanding dawns in her eyes along with something that might be fear or might be anticipation, and when Donovan moves to stand behind her while Kai positions himself to her left, she doesn’t try to move away.
“Are you going to fight us?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“No. I’ll take whatever punishment you think I deserve.”
“Good girl,” Kai murmurs, and the words roll through her like a touch. I watch her thighs press together, watch the tremor that starts in her knees and climbs her spine.
I don’t give her time to brace.
I grip the front of her dress and tear. The fabric rips clean down the center, buttons scattering across the hardwood.
She gasps as cool air hits her skin, but she doesn’t move to cover herself.
I strip the ruined dress away, let it fall, and she stands naked except for the thin lace between her legs and the tears still sliding down her cheeks.
Donovan steps in behind her. His hands settle on her hips, thumbs pressing hard enough to bruise tomorrow. He bends her forward slowly, inexorably, until her palms hit the mattress and her back arches.
Kai moves to her side, fingers threading through her hair, tilting her face up so she has to look at me.
I unbuckle my belt. The leather hisses free of the loops.
Her breath catches.
I fold the belt once, let her see it, then set it aside. Not tonight. Tonight, she needs skin-on-skin, not distance.
I drop to my knees behind her instead.
Donovan spreads her open with both hands, exposing her completely. I drag my tongue from her clit to her entrance in one slow, filthy stroke. She cries out, hips jerking, but Donovan holds her still.
I devour her. Mouth hard, tongue spearing inside her, teeth grazing her clit until her legs shake so violently that Donovan has to brace her weight.
I slide two fingers in alongside my tongue, curl hard, and she comes instantly, sharp and shocked, a broken scream tearing out of her throat.
Her pussy clamps around my fingers, pulsing, flooding my mouth.
I keep going until she’s sobbing, until she tries to pull away from overstimulation, and Donovan won’t let her.
Only then do I stand.
I free my cock, line up, and drive into her in one brutal thrust. She’s so wet there is no resistance, just tight, scalding heat. The sound she makes when I bottom out is pure surrender.
Donovan keeps one hand fisted in her hair, the other clamped on her hip. Kai watches, stroking himself slowly, eyes black.
I set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against her ass, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. “Who do you belong to?” I growl.
“You,” she gasps. “All of you, only you—”
I pull out without warning and spin her. She drops to her knees on the rug before she can catch her balance.
Donovan is already there, cock in hand. He feeds himself into her mouth slowly and deeply, until her lips stretch around him and her throat works to take more. Tears spill faster now, mascara tracking down her cheeks, but she doesn’t pull away.
I kneel behind her again, spread her knees wide on the rug, and drive three fingers back inside her cunt. She moans around Donovan, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
He fists her hair tighter. “The revenge plan is over. Say it.”
She tries to pull off to speak; he doesn’t let her. She tries to say the words anyway, muffled and desperate around his cock.
I add a fourth finger, stretch her until she whimpers, then circle her clit hard with my thumb. She comes again instantly, messy, shaking, squirting over my hand and the rug beneath her knees.
Kai lifts her before she collapses, carries her to the bed like she weighs nothing, lays her on her back, spreads her thighs wide. Donovan and I hold her legs open, ankles hooked over our forearms, exposing every inch of her flushed, dripping pussy.
Kai slides into her slowly, watching her face the entire time. “This baby is ours,” he says, voice soft and lethal. “Say it.”
She’s crying harder now, but her hips lift to meet him. “The baby is yours,” she sobs. “All of yours.”
He fucks her through another orgasm with slow, deep, relentless strokes that make her back bow off the bed and her voice break on every thrust.
When she’s limp and shaking, I take the bed.
I pull her on top of me, enter her from beneath in one slick thrust. Donovan slicks himself with lube, waits until she’s trembling on the edge again, then pushes into her ass with one slow, burning slide.
She screams at the stretch, nails raking my chest, but she pushes back against him, takes every inch.
Kai stands at the headboard, feeds her his cock while Donovan and I find our rhythm, one withdrawing as the other drives in, never leaving her empty.
We make her repeat it all, louder, between broken cries.
“I’m done with Robert.”
“I choose this family.”
“I’m yours forever.”
The final orgasm is devastating.
She comes screaming, body locked rigid, pussy and ass clenching around us in long, milking waves, a flood of wetness that soaks my thighs and the sheets beneath us. The sound rips out of her like it’s being torn free.
I spill inside her pussy with a guttural groan. Donovan follows seconds later, pulsing deep in her ass. Kai pulls from her mouth at the last second and comes across her tongue, her lips, her tear-streaked cheeks.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, sweat, and shaking breaths.
She’s marked everywhere, bruises blooming on her hips, bite marks on her shoulders, handprints glowing on her ass. I pull her into my chest. Donovan curls behind her. Kai sprawls at the foot of the bed, chest heaving. The room smells like sex and tears and absolution.
She burrows into me, face pressed to my throat. “I’m sorry,” she whispers again, softer this time. “I’m so sorry.”
“We know,” I murmur into her hair.
Donovan’s hand settles over the slight curve of her stomach. Kai’s fingers lace with hers.
She falls asleep between us, utterly spent, utterly claimed.
And for the first time since she confessed, I believe she is finally, completely, irrevocably ours.