1. June
June
Istep out of the oversized shower, hugging the plush towel around my body and standing on my tiptoes to wipe the condensation off the mirror.
The faded scar on my chin is a bit more purple than it usually is—a reminder of the man who had kidnapped me, tortured me, and then bled out when I slit his throat.
I never imagined murdering a man would have been that easy. And a small part of me worries that this isn’t a normal human response, but I recall that day, when he almost succeeded in ending my life, and reassure myself that he got what was coming to him.
My gaze trails to the scar on my chest—a memory of another near-death experience. One minute I was piercing Simon’s shirt with a knife, and the next I was bleeding out in his arms. His warmth had consumed me; his stare desperate and pleading for me to stay a little longer.
I manipulated him. I asked him to concede. I used my last breath to beg him to give up so Dominic would win.
I did what had to be done.
And it worked.
In those final moments, Simon kept his hand pressed against my wound, holding me together and allowing me to feel a brief flicker of hope. I was prepared to lose everything, but I wouldn’t allow Dominic to lose, too. Not when I knew how much winning meant to him.
Meant. Past tense.
Because when he came to me, in the hospital, after I had come out of surgery and the doctors did what they could to repair the damage that had been done, Dominic confessed that he would have traded it all for me to live.
Becoming the head of a prosperous criminal organization was always important to him.
But at that moment, I was more important.
A priority.
Something I’ve never been to anyone else. Not in the risk it all way.
And not in a burn it all to the ground kind of way, either.
Co had gone completely feral when he saw me dying in Simon’s arms. He slaughtered numerous people in an amnesty zone—shooting and slicing the throats of anyone who exerted a shred of guilt.
He didn’t care that he would be killed, too.
He needed to inflict as much damage as possible in his attempt to right the wrong.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Magnus interrupts my rampant trip down memory lane. He leans against the doorframe, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest.
My heart stutters at the sight of him; it’s the same effect he’s always had on me. His love overflows from him and pours into me—it’s pure and strong and endless. A constant I can rely on. He loves unconditionally, irrevocably, and unselfishly.
Magnus has never doubted me. He’s never questioned whether I would fit into this dangerous world of theirs. He’s open and honest and says the things no one else is capable of. He might boss me around in bed, but not for a second do I doubt that he would do anything I could ever ask of him.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed his possessive body language when we’re in public.
How he positions himself in front of me.
How his jaw tenses and his gaze scans every room, frantically looking, assessing the threat risk.
How it’s like he’s on edge, worrying, waiting, afraid something will happen again.
It’s been over half a year since I almost died. But sometimes, I think for all of us, it feels like yesterday.
“Do you know when Alec’s birthday is?” I ruffle my damp hair with a towel.
“Alec? Driver Alec?” Magnus shoves off the wall and begins his approach toward me.
“Mmhm.”
He grips my waist from behind and kisses my exposed shoulder. “Leave it to you to care about your driver’s birthday.”
I turn around to face him, extending my arms around his neck. “I see the guy every day. The least I could do is get him a card or something.”
Magnus’s lips pull up into a grin. “Don’t worry, princess. It’s taken care of. We give every employee holiday and birthday bonuses.”
“Really?” I narrow my gaze at him.
He presses his lips on my forehead. “Promise.” Then, he leaves another kiss on my temple, my cheek, and my nose.
Ravenous for more, I claim those lips on mine. My body melts into his, and we become one being fused together. His arms hug me tightly, and he lifts me onto the counter, my towel barely hanging on.
Magnus nudges my knees apart and positions himself in between them.
Using one hand to grip the back of my neck and the other to skim the soft flesh of my inner thigh, he moves closer and closer until he reaches my entrance.
He runs his thumb over my already aching nub and dips it inside my eager pussy.
I whimper against his lips and inch toward him.
He pulls away, bringing his thumb to his mouth and tasting my lust. “My God, princess.” Magnus skims the same thumb over my bottom lip before he pushes it between my lips and into my mouth. “You taste so sweet.”
I reach for his pants and unbutton them. “I want you to fuck me.”
It’s then that I realize someone else is standing in the doorway to my ensuite bathroom.
“Don’t let me stop you.” Dominic stands there, his jaw as tense as always, his shoulder pressed along the wall.
Magnus doesn’t pay him any attention, opting to keep his focus on me.
He slides his finger between my breasts to release the meager hold my towel had on my body, leaving me there, completely exposed.
He pinches my left nipple between his fingers and then gives the other one the same amount of attention.
I swallow and keep my gaze on Dominic. “Join us.”
“I just want to watch. I have to get to work.”
I sigh and Magnus immediately picks up on my disappointment.
He releases my nipple and steps back, holding out his hand to me to help me off the counter. “On your knees, princess.”
I hop down and comply, getting on my knees and looking up at him, ready for whatever command he’s going to give me next. I’ve never been the obedient type—but with him, I fucking love being bossed around.
Magnus smooths the hair off my face and skims my cheek. “I’m going to fuck your face, princess. Is that okay?”
I nod, ready and completely willing to take him into my mouth. My own pleasure heightened at the idea of getting him off.
Finally, he acknowledges Dominic. “And Dom’s going to fuck you from behind. Right, Dom?”
“I don’t want to be late.” Dominic remains where he stands.
I glance over at him. “Aren’t you the boss?” I arch toward him, tempting him to follow through with what Magnus suggested.
Sex with any one of my men alone is fucking heaven, but two of them at a time is like sensory overload in the best way possible.
Dominic and Magnus are murderous psychos but they love sharing me, and I love being shared.
Co and I haven't gotten to that point yet.
He's well aware I'm fucking multiple men, and he's accepting of our unusual arrangement, but the opportunity hasn't presented itself for all of us to be together.
The wound from our years apart is still fresh—our moments of intimacy better suited for just the two of us… for now.
We’ll get there, just not today.
Especially since he’s already left for the day, anyway.
“You’re wasting time,” I tell Dom and then lick the tip of Magnus’s cock. I stare up at Magnus as I take him into my mouth.
He moans and guides his shaft in and out, slow and steady, deeper and deeper.
My eyes water from the length of him, but I hungrily take every inch of him I can.
I grip the base of his cock and revel in his hardness, not caring at all that we're being watched.
If anything, it only turns me on more. Just when I grow certain that Dominic isn't going to join us, I hear the sound of a zipper, the crinkle of a wrapper, and feel the warmth of his presence coming up behind me.
I smile against Magnus’s cock and continue sucking him.
Dominic doesn’t waste another second; he slams his sheathed dick into my soaked pussy and latches onto my hips to steady me.
I tighten around him, his length stuffing me full, his girth spreading me open.
Dom kneels behind me and fucks me hard and fast. I rock back, my ass bouncing and slamming into him.
“That’s our good girl,” he says through gritted teeth.
Magnus holds my face and fucks my mouth. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I open wider, letting more of him ravish me. I spread my legs, too, desperate for every inch these men will provide.
My core tightens and without even fully being aware of its approach, my orgasm crashes over me.
I let out a muffled scream around Magnus’s cock, and Dominic continues to thrust in and out, not letting up at my release at all.
I tremble but remain upright, pleasure coursing through me.
The tension builds again, this time a bit more under my control.
I keep it at bay and savor the ecstasy of riding that post-orgasm and near-orgasm bliss.
Magnus stops fucking the back of my throat and slides some of his shaft out to grip it in his hand. He strokes himself and leaves the tip of his cock in my mouth. I open up and cup the bottom of his dick with my tongue, eager for him to finish.
“Look at me, princess,” Magnus commands.
I stare up at him through my lashes, a bit of me grateful I hadn’t put my makeup on yet, because my mascara would no doubt be streaking my cheeks.
He explodes in my mouth, and I gratefully lap up every drop of him. He drags the tip against my lips and then shoves it back under the band of his boxers.
I drop my head, my hands latching onto the ground to steady me as I focus my attention on the man fucking me hard from behind.
Arching my back, I grip the rug we’re on top of and slam into him, giving as much as he is, matching his intensity and holding out even though I could easily give in to my release at any given moment.
I want to feel him explode inside of me when my pussy tightens around his shaft—my own climax waiting for his to come first.
But that's the thing about Dom and me, we're both greedy in our desire to satisfy the other, so what we want is often the same damn thing. The real question is, who will give in first?