Chapter 40 Cyrus
CYRUS
Iwake before Keira; my body curved protectively around her back while Ace sleeps facing her.
Carefully extracting myself from the tangle of limbs, I check my phone. Felix has sent three separate reports about Kozlov’s men.
I slide out of bed and head to the office, opening our security protocols on the tablet. By the time I hear Ace’s footsteps behind me, I’ve already implemented our highest protection measures.
“How bad?” Ace asks, voice rough with sleep.
“Bad enough.” I scroll through Felix’s surveillance photos. “Kozlov’s men know her schedule. That guy watching her was one of them.”
Ace’s jaw tightens. “She’s not leaving without one of us. Not until this is handled.”
“Already done.” I show him the newly activated protocols on the screen. “Building security has her photo with strict instructions. She doesn’t leave without either you or me physically present.”
“She won’t like it.”
“I don’t give a fuck if she likes it.” The words come out harsher than intended, but the thought of Kozlov’s men getting anywhere near Keira makes my blood run cold. “I’m not losing her.”
Ace nods. We’ve never had something to lose before. Someone who mattered more than the mission, more than ourselves.
“Did you install the tracker?” he asks.
“On her phone last night while she slept.” I run a hand through my hair. “She’s smart, though. She’ll find it.”
“Let her.” Ace’s eyes meet mine. “Better she knows we’re watching than thinks we’re keeping secrets.”
A noise from the bedroom silences us both. Moments later, Keira appears in the doorway wearing nothing but my discarded shirt. The sight still steals my breath.
“What are you doing?” She squints at the screens. “Cyrus? What is this?”
Before I can answer, her phone chimes on the desk beside me. She reaches for it, swiping through before her eyes narrow.
“You put a tracker on my phone.” It’s not a question.
She throws the phone at my chest. I catch it before it hits me, but I can’t catch the hurt in her eyes.
“You could have asked me,” Keira says, her voice quieter than I expected. Not fury — something closer to wounded. “That’s all. You could have just asked.”
“Keira—”
“I’m not angry that you want to keep me safe.” She wraps her arms around herself, my shirt slipping off one shoulder. “I understand that. After everything, I do. But you went behind my back, Cyrus. You didn’t give me the choice.”
“It’s not about choice,” I say, the growl in my voice softened by the look on her face. “It’s about keeping you alive.”
“I know that.” Her eyes hold mine, steady despite the emotion in them. “But so is trusting me enough to be honest with me.”
Ace steps forward. “Kozlov’s men are watching you. They’ll use you to get to us—”
“Then tell me that.” Her gaze moves to him. “Tell me, and I’ll listen. I’m not fragile. I’m not going to fall apart because the situation is dangerous.” A beat. “But I need to be part of the decision. Not just the thing you’re deciding about.”
The distinction lands harder than any argument could have.
“I survived before you,” she adds softly. “I just don’t want to feel like I’m invisible now that you’re here.”
Something inside me shatters.
“I’m scared, Keira.” The words tear out of me raw and unguarded. “For the first time in my fucking life, I’m terrified, because if they take you—”
I can’t finish. The words jam in my throat. My hands shake as I reach for her, the tremors betraying everything I’ve spent a lifetime keeping locked down. I’ve never been afraid — not facing death, not pulling the trigger, not even when Handler Seventeen took me from Ace.
But I’m afraid now.
The moment Keira sees my hands trembling, something shifts in her eyes. The anger melts away, replaced by a softness that undoes me completely.
“Cyrus,” she whispers, stepping forward and taking my unsteady hands in hers.
I crash into her, my mouth claiming hers with desperate need. The relief of her body against mine, warm and alive, drives me to deepen the kiss, my tongue demanding entrance. She opens for me with a moan that vibrates through my chest, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“I can’t lose you,” I breathe against her lips. “I fucking can’t.”
She answers by yanking my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. Her teeth find my pulse point, and I groan, lifting her against me. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the desk, scattering papers and tablets to the floor.
From the corner of my eye, I see Ace leaning against the doorframe.
His eyes have darkened, watching us with hunger as he palms himself through his boxers.
The shirt Keira wore—my shirt—is pushed up around her waist, revealing she’s wearing nothing beneath.
I slide my fingers between her thighs, finding her already slick.
“You like fighting with me, don’t you?” I growl against her ear.
She bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. “Shut up and fuck me.”
I hear Ace’s sharp intake of breath as he frees himself, stroking slowly while his gaze locks on us.
I thrust into Keira without warning, swallowing her cry with my mouth. Her nails rake down my back as I pin her to the desk, each drive of my hips making her gasp my name. Ace’s breathing quickens, his hand matching our rhythm.
I pound into Keira with savage force, each thrust slamming the desk against the wall. Her cunt grips me like a vise, wet heat pulling me deeper with every stroke. The fabric of my shirt bunches around her waist as I grab her thighs, spreading her legs wider.
“Look at my brother watching us,” I growl against her throat. “Look at how fucking hard you make him.”
Keira’s head turns, her eyes locking with Ace’s as he strokes himself. Her inner walls clench around me at the sight.
“That’s it, baby. Show him how much you love my cock splitting you open.”
I grip her hair and yank her head back, exposing her throat. My teeth sink into the delicate skin as I slam into her harder.
“Whose cunt is this?” I demand, circling my thumb over her swollen clit.
“Yours,” she gasps. “Both of you.”
Ace moves closer, his breathing ragged as pre-cum beads at his tip. “Tell him how it feels, Keira,” he commands, voice rough with need.
“So deep,” she moans, eyes glazed with pleasure. “Stretching me open—fuck, Cyrus—”
“I’m going to fill this perfect little cunt. Flood you with my seed until it drips down your thighs.”
“Yes,” she begs, arching into me. “Please, Cyrus. Mark me inside.”
“And after I’m done,” I continue, my rhythm turning brutal, “Ace is going to bend you over this desk and use my cum as lube while he fucks your ass. Would you like that, our little slut?”
She nods frantically, words lost in her pleasure.
“I can’t hear you,” I snarl, squeezing her throat tight enough to make her gasp.
“Please—both of you—use me—”
Her plea sends fire through my veins. I release her throat to slide my fingers into her mouth.
“Suck,” I command. “Get them nice and wet for me to prep your ass for my brother to fuck you.”
I pull my fingers from her mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them to her lips. Without breaking rhythm, I reach beneath her, sliding my wet fingers between her ass cheeks to circle her tight hole.
“Is this what you need?” I press the tip of my finger against her puckered entrance. “Something filling every hole?”
When she nods frantically, I push my finger inside her ass, feeling the exquisite resistance as her body tries to reject the intrusion. The dual sensation of my cock in her pussy and finger in her ass makes her walls clench, her back arching off the desk.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching her open. “I can feel my cock through here.”
Keira’s moan turns into a scream when I curl my fingers, pressing against that spot where only the thinnest barrier separates them from my driving cock.
“That’s it, take it all,” I snarl, feeling her pussy spasm around me. “You’re going to come with my fingers in your ass and my cock in your cunt.”
Her orgasm hits like a thunderstorm, her walls clamping down so hard I can barely move inside her.
The sight of her coming undone beneath me pushes me over the edge.
I drive into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my release floods her insides, painting her walls with thick spurts of cum.
I pull out slowly, satisfaction coursing through me at the sight of my seed leaking from her pussy. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths as I step back, making room for Ace.
“Your turn, brother.”
Ace moves forward, spinning Keira around and bending her over the desk in one fluid motion.
He coats his cock with the mixture of her arousal and my cum dripping down her thighs, using it as lubrication.
Without warning, he slams into her ass, the force of his entry making the desk creak beneath them.
I watch as Ace drives into Keira’s ass, his cock disappearing inside her inch by inch. The mixture of my cum and her wetness makes the penetration easier, but she still gasps at the intrusion, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the desk.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Ace hisses, his muscles tensing as he holds himself still inside her.
Our eyes meet over Keira’s bent form, and something electric passes between us.
It’s different than our usual silent communication—heavier, charged with something neither of us wants to name.
I find myself unable to look away from the sweat beading on his chest, the tension in his jaw as he fights for control.
“Move,” Keira demands between clenched teeth.
Ace breaks our eye contact and focuses on her, gripping her hips as he pulls almost completely out before slamming back in. The desk groans beneath them as he establishes a punishing rhythm, each thrust forcing small, broken sounds from Keira’s throat.
I move around to her front, lifting her chin so she can see me. Her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide with pleasure as Ace pounds into her ass. I stroke myself, already hardening again at the sight of them.
“Watch him take you,” I command, gripping her hair to keep her head up and look into the mirror in front. “See how well you take his cock in your tight little ass?”
She whimpers, trying to reach for me, but Ace yanks her arms behind her back, holding her wrists in one large hand while continuing his relentless pace.
“She’s full of both our cum,” Ace says, his voice rough as he looks at me.
The way he says it makes something twist in my stomach—possessiveness mixed with something darker, more complicated.