Chapter Thirteen
Adrienne stepped out of the shower and dripping wet she loosely tied a towel around her.
Fear crept over her body and paled her skin. She quivered, on the verge of crying, uncharacteristically petrified. There’d been something in Desmond’s voice that sounded different. Too self-assured. Too maniacal. Too unhinged. He sounded like a man with power. He sounded like a man who believed he was untouchable.
She could have refused to see him, even at the expense of never getting back what he took from her father. Her father wouldn’t have wanted her to play such a dangerous game with such a vile, vile man.
She was never going to be rid of him though, the stark realization haunted her. And she wasn’t capable of murdering someone. Or was she?
But she knew she had to look him in the eye when she told him she wouldn’t let him touch her with a ten-foot pole. She needed to do that for herself, and she was glad Emerson, Darien, and Austin understood and respected her need to do so.
They just assured her nothing was going to happen to her with them around. She believed them.
She opened the door of the bathroom and weakly stepped into the bedroom.
Immediately, her fear-riddled body soared at the sight of them already dressed in their tuxedos. They were so incredibly handsome; they took her breath away.
Her mind and body conflicted with her thoughts. The atmosphere around her intensified. Wetness clung to her pussy. She was so, so wet. Her nipples already ached for their touch. She was losing her mind, and they were her only sanity. Her only safe place.
After Desmond’s chilling call in the cabin, everything inside Adrienne crumbled. Peter’s words came tumbling back to her about what Desmond Morton was going to do to her. Rape her and cage her.
Emerson, Darien, and Austin didn’t question her sanity, or her need to face the man who she hated more than she thought was capable of hating anyone. They didn’t tell her she was walking into a trap. They didn’t tell her to forget about everything to do with Desmond Morton.
All they said was that they would get back what was hers from him. And he wouldn’t touch a hair on her head. A quiet promise she believed with her whole heart.
They drove in the aftermath of the storm back to her house. Miriam had arranged tuxedos for Emerson, Darien, and Austin because that was the dress code of the event. And now, after she had showered, all she had to do was put on her dress, and they would be ready to leave.
She couldn’t deny the rivers of panic that flowed through her. She found herself worried about their safety and opened her mouth to tell them again what a bastard Desmond Morton was. He killed his own mother, shot her in the back because she stood in the way of his evil plans.
But now, the sudden wave of unfiltered apprehension and fear that ruptured inside her was too colossal to ignore. She was making a mistake. She had to let go of Desmond and his evilness and then forget about ever retrieving what belonged to her.
It was a physical, materialistic thing she had placed so much emphasis on because she believed it would close the chasm of pain in her heart when she thought of her father.
God, what was she thinking?
They couldn’t go to his house under the guise of him having a ball. What if they never came back out alive? Everything Desmond did had to serve him and no one else.
Still, she knew she had to do it. He couldn’t hang this over her head for the rest of her life. She also knew she was all over the place with her thoughts, but fuck, her apprehension was ruining her, and it was showing in her face. She started to hyperventilate. Was she going to have a panic attack?
She couldn’t breathe and was deathly afraid of falling apart right this minute. But she also didn’t want to show her weakness to them—to Emerson, Darien, and Austin—when all she had ever said was how strong and brave she was.
Her gaze fell on them, standing in her bedroom in the house she had lived in for years and years. Heaving, she blew air out of her mouth. Her thoughts—
“Drop the towel, Adrienne,”
Austin said, shocking her and bringing her back to earth at once. Her breath tumbled from her lips haphazardly.
She dropped the towel from her body and ran to them.
“Please, I need to feel you inside me. Now. Please,”
she cried, fumbling with their belts as they whipped off their jackets and then helped her get their pants off. The night she received the text of Desmond’s release, she turned to them. And now she was turning to them again.
She didn’t want it to be slow and tender. She wanted it hard, fast, and real.
She gasped in relief as Austin picked her up and made her wrap her legs around his waist. He guided his cock into her wet pussy, thrusting until he reached the depths of her body and her soul.
Behind her, Darien and Emerson kissed her neck and pressed their hard cocks against her ass. She wanted them all.
Dear god, she needed them inside her all at once. Reaching behind her, she gripped a cock in her hand—Darien’s—and then she was guiding him to her pussy where Austin was already inside her.
Desperately, she tried to reach for Emerson, but he caught her hand and came around to her side. He kissed her fingers and then her lips, distracting her completely.
Austin slipped out of her pussy a little, and Darien slipped in.
She thought she would splinter apart at the stretch of her entrance—the pain was beyond blinding—but that was what she needed. She needed to feel them this way.
Darien pulled out, and Austin carried her to the bed, where he laid down with her straddling him. Frantically, she looked for Darien and sighed in relief when he started to probe her pussy, already filled with Austin’s cock.
“Please,”
she cried, pushing back against his cock.
Darien gripped her hips and forced his shaft into the tight confines of her already full pussy. She couldn’t breathe. A new surge of panic engulfed her, but Emerson cupped her face and gave her his cock to hold onto.
Tears streamed down her face. And as her body sizzled with sweet, tormenting vibrations as Darien and Austin together started to move inside her, Adrienne held Emerson’s cock to her cheek, her tears soaking his hardness.
Austin reached for her clit. His thumb strummed the swollen bead, and she quaked as her whole body clenched and a consuming orgasm rolled from her. The tightening of walls and squeezing against their cocks had Darien and Austin grunting as they emptied their cum inside her, filling her so gloriously that she wanted to relive each lashing of their essence against her for the rest of her life.
Darien slipped out of her, and Emerson took his place, remodeling her body again to take two cocks in her pussy. This time she held onto Darien’s still-hard cock as she came again and as Emerson emptied his cum into the deepest part of her.
She hadn’t even thought about protection. It didn’t matter. Because somehow, carrying their seed inside her empowered her, and she wanted to keep that feeling alive forever.
After kissing her thoroughly, they didn’t allow her to take another shower or even wipe at the cum dripping down her thighs.
Instead, Emerson slipped the floor-length gown onto her. Darien put on her heels, and Austin gathered her now slightly damp hair into a ponytail.
That was how she left her house with her three SEAL bodyguards and their seed, warming her thighs with every step she took to face a man she wanted to kill.