Chapter Seventeen
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Genevieve
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I can’t seem to compute exactly how I landed up in their car when I should be marrying Josh and helping him save the restaurant his dad built.
But here I am. And honestly, why are they mad? Our dealings are over. We should be going our separate ways. We should—
My thoughts are disrupted by the sound of Jude’s voice on his phone.
He’s speaking to someone from their office, but then he asks me what the name of Josh’s restaurant is.
I reply, with a heavy frown on my face, until I hear Jude tell the other person to transfer two hundred dollars to the restaurant in the name of Josh Burton.
“What... why? Why would you do that?” I cry incredulously.
“You don’t know?” Levi asks, with that smile on his face. I’m so confused. I don’t know what to think. What to feel.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, but then another question pops into my head. “Where are you taking me?”
“Home, Genevieve. Where you belong.”
I sit in stunned silence the rest of the way, not quite sure that my mind isn’t playing tricks on me.
As soon as we arrive at their house, I turn to face them.
“Why am I here?”
“Do we have to spell everything out for you? Why do you think we stopped you from marrying your friend? Why do you think we gave him the money he needed? Why do you think you’re back here with us?”
“I don’t know,” I say, barely above a whisper.
“We love you, Genevieve Quinn,” they all say at the same time.
Oh, this is cruel.
“No, you don’t. You can’t. You—”
“You want us to prove it?”
My heart beats so hard against my ribs that my body feels frail. My limbs weaken, and my resolve is nonexistent.
“Yes,” I say clearly, loud enough that they hear me.
And then they do. And how.
I’m caught in a dizzying maelstrom. My clothes peeled from my body, my lips ravished, my body worshipped. They make me come instantly and fall harder.
Against my lips, they murmur how they’re going to claim me.
“All of you, Genevieve.”
“Every sacred part of you.”
“Your pussy and your sweet asshole.”
“We’re going to share that connected part of you amongst us. Do you understand?”
They touch me where they’re going to put their cocks. Their fingers outline the parts of me they’re going to touch.
“Oh, God,” I breathe as Alex runs a wet finger over the most forbidden part of me: my bottom hole.
Yes. Yes. Yes. I want it. I want to know what it feels like having them inside me simultaneously.
And then they put me on my hands and knees.
The scent of coconut oil fills the air. My voice goes hoarse as they lubricate the inner flesh of my bottom hole.
The sensation of being stretched like that blows my mind.
But with deeper penetration, they take turns to spank my bottom, telling me repeatedly I’m theirs.
I belong to them. The combination of pain is so magnificent, my pussy drips onto my thighs.
But every touch in my bottom hold amplifies the pressure low in my belly and the flood of wetness that drips from my folds. They seem to take forever opening me up so that one finger can slide inside me, then two, then three, and now I can’t stop sobbing.
The pain is so weird, yet addictive, and it unearths such a primal side of me I don’t recognize.
I can’t take it anymore. I need them. So I beg. And I beg some more. But my demanding whimpers are soon replaced with gasps of shock, fear, and mortification when Jude guides the head of his cock to my entrance and thrusts a healthy portion of his shaft into me.
Oh my God. I can’t.
I want to leap away, but Alexander catches me, making me straddle him, my pussy resting over his cock, while Jude continues to push inside my back hole.
Stars erupt from behind my closed eyes. I need something—an anchor—and before I know it, I’m begging Alexander to penetrate my pussy.
He doesn’t give me a moment to change my mind. He enters me fully, and it’s only then I realize what I want is going to tear me apart. But still, I can’t stop myself.
I need Levi. I need him now.
Levi doesn’t disappoint. He lines up his cock alongside Jude’s, and well-lubricated, they enter me simultaneously, rearranging my brain chemistry yet also making me feel like the most powerful person alive.
Like an alchemist, I dip into the pain and pleasure until the two merge, and all I want is to feel them come inside me. I let my body lure them in. I hold them and squeeze them, keeping them tight inside me until I hear their growls and the bliss of it all takes over.
“We love you, Genevieve.”
“You’re the only woman who could make husbands out of us.”
“We’re yours forever.”
Their words are like music, and I dance to them as I explode into a life-altering climax. They follow within a breath, and all at once, I am complete.