Chapter Sixteen
Adrienne was sure she had gotten to the point of hallucinating. She strained to concentrate on their words to make sure she wasn’t imagining things.
“But you did, Adrienne, you took our heart and you owned us,”
Darien said as Austin continued to dip into her center.
“And we couldn’t think straight anymore. Just from that one sighting of you,”
Emerson said.
“You were ours before we knew your name.”
It was the culmination of their words that released a river of wetness to fall to the entrance of her pussy.
“Ah, fuck. That’s it, pretty lady. Just a little more wetness for us,”
Austin said, his cock so hard against the side of her, she shuddered.
“We didn’t know who you were. We knew nothing about you, and we never thought it was possible that we, all three of us, would fall so hard for the same woman, but given the trajectory of our lives, you became our combined universe,”
Darien said.
“And we’re going to show you how you keep us together.”
Emerson lifted her, guiding his cock into her pussy as he did so, forcing her to wrap her legs around him.
“You became our nucleus,”
he said, pushing in deeper as she got wetter.
Oh god. She was so wet now.
“You completed the bond that kept us together. We were always just waiting for you.”
While her body had surrendered to them already, her mind couldn’t keep up with what they were saying because all her thoughts came back to where they said they’d seen her three years ago coming out of Desmond’s office buildings. She remembered that day—the day before she was meant to marry him. She had dropped off their contract outlining when he could touch her.
“You were crying that day, Adrienne,”
Emerson said, as he carried her to the bed, still embedded inside her. He laid down and nestled even deeper into her. Her essence dripped down his cock, shamelessly.
“We saw your tears glisten like diamonds on your face, and then you wiped them away and walked to your car. We had to know everything about you then,”
Darien said behind her. The scent of coconut oil filled the air and she knew they had taken it from her bathroom.
She dropped her head as Darien and Austin used the oil as a lube and filled her asshole with it.
Oh god, help her. She wasn’t going to survive this. Their words, their touch, their everything.
“But we had to leave for a deep underground government mission the next day and time was limited,”
Austin said conversationally, two fingers deep inside the most forbidden part of her body.
“We had just found out who you were, and the irony never escaped us that the woman we had fallen instantly in love with was going to marry the man we planned to kill one day with our bare hands,”
Emerson said, before biting her lip as Darien slipped another finger into her asshole. She cried out but didn’t know which caused her the most pain.
“We just had enough time to make sure that Morton got sent to prison. It was the only way we could keep him away from you until we got back.”
“You... did... that?”
She stuttered, barely holding on to her sanity and finding it harder to comprehend their words.
“You got him... sent to... prison?”
“We know people, sweetheart,”
Austin said. He’d pulled his fingers and Darien added more of his. And then suddenly he too deserted her hole, leaving her empty. She needed Darien and Austin to touch her just like Emerson was touching her with his cock—deep in her pussy.
“We also knew we were coming back for you,”
Austin said, the head of his cock nudging her still tightly closed hole, despite them lubing and stretching her with their fingers.
“We don’t think you realize the lengths we were willing to go to, to make you ours,”
Austin continued and drove into her.
A cacophony of stars exploded behind her closed eyes.
“No one was going to stand in our way. When it came to you, our moral compass was pitch black,”
Darien said, the head of his thickness nestled against her and the instant Austin drew out, he pushed in.
She couldn’t take them like this. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t experienced enough.
“But you kept us alive, Adrienne,”
Emerson said, drawing her attention to him while Darien and Austin struggled to get both their cocks into her asshole, ripping her apart, melting her, making her uncannily wet and wild with need but also fear she was going to break.
“When we were completely cut off from the rest of the world. The thought of having your body like this,”
Emerson said, when Darien and Austin had both spread her asshole apart enough so that she could take both of them. The fullness in her body shocked her. She didn’t want to breathe in case she fell apart.
“The thought of filling you with our cocks all at once, like this,”
Emerson said.
“And then filling you with our cum while you screamed our names and only our names, was the only thing that kept us going for three long fucking years where the chance of us being murdered in our sleep was as sure as the sun rising,”
Emerson emphasized each word and then they moved inside her like music, owning her, fucking her.
Her body disintegrated. A conflicted orgasm roared from her. She banged Emerson’s chest, but she drew them in deeper inside her, in her pussy, in her ass. She clutched them to her and she basked in the sounds of their grunts when they gave into her and ropes upon ropes of their cum seared her, filling her up with their brand.
They gathered her up and kissed her immediately, worshipping her before they just held her to them until she fell into an exhausted slumber.
Getting up quietly sometime later, careful not to wake them, Adrienne had no idea what to do next.
How could she let them do this to her?
They were instantly awake the moment she was.
“You still used me,”
she whispered, distraught, caught between her love for them and the hate she felt for her body and heart for falling for them.
“When you came back, you still used me to get back at your father.”
“No,”
Emerson roared, getting to his feet.
“You were our sole focus. You were all we wanted to protect. We didn’t even want to tell you that Morton was our father. We thought that would make you turn away from us. We planned to get back what he took from you, kill him, then tell you. But he recognized us. But he didn’t die before we got that from him.”
Darien climbed off the end and pulled out a pendant from his jeans pocket which had been lying on a chair.
She couldn’t believe what she was looking at. How was it possible? She had married the man and endured his presence during their engagement. Then she spent three years at his whim, on the promise that he would give it back to her.
She had come to her senses when she realized she had given him power over her. That’s when she ended the marriage and told him to go and fuck himself.
But while she had made peace with never getting her locket back, part of her never felt the same again. She had invested so much emotion into the piece of jewelry. She believed that if she touched it, she could say a proper goodbye to her father.
Tears streamed down her face as Darien dropped the locket and chain into her palm. She closed her eyes and remembered the day they had taken the picture inside the locket.
A picture of her and her father when she was six years old. A rare photo her mother hadn’t burned. He was meant to give it to Adrienne when she turned twenty-four, days before his death. He never got around to it because he died of a heart attack after a poker game he lost to Desmond Morton. That was how the pendant came to be in Desmond’s possession and how he held it over her.
Tears dripped from her eyes as she held it in her hands. In her heart, she said her goodbyes.
“We love you, Adrienne. We’ve loved you for what felt like an eternity before we got to touch you. We aren’t going anywhere. If you don’t want us, we’re still going to be following you. Protecting you. Killing any man who touches you.”
They loved her? Could it be real?
“What about Desmond? How could he be your father?”
“He kidnapped our mothers and kept them as his sex slaves. Once they became pregnant, and he knew they were having boys, he threw them out. They could barely take care of themselves, so they put us up for adoption.”
Oh god. Her heart broke for their mothers, then soared with new hatred for Desmond.
“We got our revenge on him, Adrienne, for what he did to our mothers. For what he would have done to you. We would do it all over again. Killing him was deeply satisfying.”
She didn’t think she had it in her, but if ever there was a man who needed to die, horribly, it was Desmond Morton.
“I love you,”
she said fiercely.
“I love you with all my heart, soul, and life. Emerson. Darien. Austin.”
She ran to them. They crushed her to them, taking full possession of her again without any dark clouds hovering around them.
They were her new beginning.