Chapter 43
Chapter
Forty-Three
Lizette
“ G od fucking damn it, Angel.”
That’s the first thing I hear when the elevator doors ding open.
Dante’s breathing hard, there’s sweat on his brow and his suit is not made for running downstairs.
Good. I hope it’s ruined.
“Too late, Dante. Have a nice life.” I only have one bag. It has my important things in it and I try to push past him but he grabs me. I shake him off, stalk across the foyer, and head out the door.
“Fuck.” He races after me. “Where the absolute fuck do you think you’re going, Angel?” He nabs my arm and I shake him off.
He clearly lets me go but moves between me and the door.
My breath pushes hard at my throat as I struggle to get the anger, the hurt, in check. “Where do you think?”
“I don’t know.” His eyes narrow as he sneers. “To sell your fucking wares? ”
I snarl and hit him.
Almost.
He catches my hand.
“Be very fucking careful, Angel.”
“Or what?” I glare. I want to pull free; I need to. But the sear of his fingers is too good, too right, to ignore. “You’ll beat me up?”
“I’ll tie you the fuck up and take out my nastiest whip and brand your ass so hard you’ll think about getting it tattooed.”
A jolt of desire shoots through me. “I hate you.”
And he smiles very slow, very dirty.
Another jolt hits me and he’s grasping my wrist, his thumb rubbing slowly over the sensitive spot that makes me want to moan.
“Oh, I know you fucking do,” he says, shifting closer, looking down at me.
No one’s in the foyer and even though I can see people passing through the glass paneled front door, I don’t think they can see in. And if they could, if this foyer teemed with people, I think he’d keep on doing whatever he wanted.
“And you want me. Too bad you belong to us.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I mean, there are different belongings and I’m choosing to say no. To this. To you in this place. I’ll earn my keep by singing. I’ll make extra waitressing. And I’ll live in my room at Pandora’s.”
“That place is beyond expensive.”
“Then I’ll work for your competition.” I don’t know their competition and that club I did sing at was pure sleaze beneath the expensive layer. I wouldn’t work there, but I don’t care what he thinks. I need to lash out. “That place we went to?”
“Not happening and stop testing me. ”
“I’m not. I’m leaving and we will never be a thing again, fuck the bites and fuck you.”
Dante nods slowly. “That is the idea, Angel.”
This time, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulders, drags me back and into the elevator. He savagely punches the button as he dumps me on the floor.
“I should fucking skip straight to chaining you up and forget the whip, getting out the nastiest paddle I own out instead.”
“Stop it. You don’t have a paddle.”
“I fucking do. Jesus. Isn’t it enough I fucking bit you, licked your blood? Isn’t it enough I told you my goddamn name? And you walk. I put my life on the line with that evil bitch who birthed you. And you fucking walk?”
“You put jack shit on the line, Dante.” I manage to kick him.
Suddenly he slams his hand on an elevator button, and it jerks to a stop. He grabs me, shoving me against the wood paneling and he turns me, so I’m facing the wall. He rips up my skirt, pulling my ass to him as desire whips to a frenzy inside.
He shoves a finger into my pussy and fucks me with it. “You let them fucking take you in front of me? What kind of whore are you?”
“One that doesn’t want or need you. One whose nice feelings really are hate.”
“For them?” he asks against my ear. “Or me.”
“You.”
He pulls out and shoves his finger in my ass, fucking me hard.
I whimper.
“What the fuck do you want from me, Angel?” The hiss of his zipper is electric and my blood pounds as he pulls out his finger and slowly stretches me open. He sinks into me with his cock.
Then he starts to take me hard and everything’s on fire, like this is right, like we belong, and I can barely breathe.
“What do you want from me ?” I snarl. “Because I tried, but I don’t want you anymore.”
“Liar.”
“You bore me.”
“Lies.”
“I…hate…you!”
“Fuck, yes!” He slams into me deep, coming, his pulsing orgasm sets off mine, and I almost cry out when he pulls out and turns me.
I’m all dancing pleasure centers, and he knows he got away with the same thing of just using sex over words, sex instead of giving his heart.
Crumbs.
I shove him away as he goes to kiss me.
“Fuck, Angel.” He tucks himself away. “What do you want from me? Answer me.”
I think about it. If he truly doesn’t know…
The anger drains, and I lift my chin, a heaviness in my chest. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? We’re not playing sex games so?—”
“I don’t hate you; I just no longer want you. Not…not like this. We made that pact, and I’ll live at the bar, down in my room. I’ll sleep with the others. I’d love to say I won’t with you, but I’ll probably give in.” I wrap my arms around my middle. “But wanting you? No, I don’t want you like that. Not in a happily ever after ending kind of way.”
He glares, then stabs the button on the elevator. Neither of us says a thing.
The ride up is only a few minutes. It feels like a few hours.
The elevator pings, and when the doors slide open, we’re greeted by both Knight and Reaper exchanging money.
Did… Did they bet on me coming back ?
Assholes.
Dante picks me up, marches me into the living room, and dumps me on the sofa.
“Let’s get a few things straight,” he says. “I do the denial, not you.”
“That wasn’t denial. I’m not playing your game. I tried and you didn’t step up.” I lick my lips. “I gave all of you my heart, equally, but you just trod on it, Dante. And maybe you think all this…”
I look around, put my hand to my throat where their bites have sunk down into me.
“Maybe you think all this equates love. It doesn’t. It’s a poor substitute. I have Reaper and Knight and I’m keeping them. But without you, me here doesn’t work. And I think you like that. So you win, Dante. You win.”
He closes his eyes and rubs them, and I want to cry.
Dante nods, and then he sinks down to one knee.
Suddenly, I can’t breathe.
“I’ve been fighting how I feel for way too long, Angel. And denial in sex is good, but like this…it doesn’t work. But you’re wrong. This isn’t a substitute I hoped—Fuck. I hoped you’d see it. How I feel.”
“You have to tell me.”
We stare at each other.
“I doesn’t work if you don’t tell me,” I whisper. I…I need to hear it. From you.”
“Lizette… Angel…” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me so sweet and gentle, I give a sob. “Don’t cry, don’t cry. I know I’m a fucking asshole. I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry you felt the need to walk. I’m a coward with you because you undo me. I’m weak around you. Because I can’t lock you up. I can’t stop life from happening. All I can do is worry. You make me feel things I’ve never felt. Good and bad. I could fly with you. I could withstand the worst torture. What I couldn’t st and is losing you. And that scares me. I love you, Angel. With all I am. I don’t pretend to know much, but I know the three of us love you like we’ve never loved. You make us stronger. You saved us, Angel. I love you.”
And then he kisses me.
Knight takes my hand and leads me away once Dante breaks the kiss. “We’ll show you. I told you he loved you, by the way. You’re ours, and you belong here with us.”
They take me upstairs to a room on my floor. It’s beautiful, delicate whites and mauves that turn buttery with the late afternoon sun. The bed is some huge custom job and there's a door that’s open, leading to stairs.
“Our room, Liz. All of ours. For when we all want to fuck,” Knight says. “You get to control it. You can sleep alone in your room, or with one of us, or here, with one, two or three of us. Up to you.”
“I’ll hunt you down inside and outdoors, but in here…” The soft, sinuous words from Reaper wrap around me and his meaning touches my heart.
“Earlier,” Knight says, “was an appetizer. Let’s have the real meal now. The feast. All of us.”
They both start to strip me.
I look at Dante, the familiar heat rising in me, my body throbbing and growing wet for them. He sits, watching as the other two strip me down and Knight goes down on me, and Reaper feeds me his tattooed cock once more. I’m in heaven.
Dante watches.
I lose myself in the stroke of Reaper’s cock in my mouth, and the hot slide of Knight’s tongue and fingers in me and on my clit. Inside, the pressure builds, my body aching in that wonderful way that whispers release is coming.
Reaper starts to skull fuck me as Knight slides another finger into me and thrusts, his mouth sucking and licking my clit. He curls his fingers, hitting my G-spot with every stroke.
And then like the devil himself, Dante speaks .
“Don’t come yet, Angel. I want you to come on me. I want us all to come together.”
Reaper and Knight stop, pull free. Dante tosses Reaper something, and my eyes widen. It’s rope.
Reaper turns me to my stomach, and ties my hands, then turns me back, so I’m vulnerable, open, unable to move my arms that are trapped by rope, trapped by my back and the bed.
Knight whispers, “Be a good girl for Daddy.”
Reaper just locks eyes, and I can see his world in them, and it’s a place I love, a place with room for me.
Then they move aside as Dante joins us, naked as he climbs up on the bed, over me, his cock at my entrance.
He looks down at me. “I fucking love you with everything I am, Angel.”
And he thrusts into me, deep.
I cry out, a spasm of an orgasm hitting me.
“Naughty girl,” he says, and bites my neck. “Hold off. I know you can do it.”
“I hate you.”
Delight lights up his face. “I know.”
The language of denial, our language of love.
Like flowers and pretty games of gentle domination are Daddy-Dom Knight’s. And rough, no frills, earthy honest talk is Reaper’s.
They all speak to parts of my soul. And together we make one unit of love and sex and filth and sweet honesty.
Dante starts to thrust into me, whispering, “I love you.”
I grit my teeth, holding on tenuously to my control, trying not to come. It’s hard, there’s an edge of pain to it where I hurt with the need for release as it builds and builds and builds. And he’s getting close.
Oh, fuck, he’s going to knot. He flips me and the next thing I know Reaper’s behind me, thrusting into my ass and stroking my face, tilting me up to him. Knight sinks balls deep in my mouth. I’m stretched to the limit, and I can feel the strain from Dante as he tries not to come.
Denial, I think hysterically, is beautifully ugly and perfect.
Everyone’s slipping, groaning and they’re all knotting. A moment of panic hits me as I wonder how the hell I can have a knot in my mouth, but Knight pulls back a little so it’s outside, and his cock—I swear to fucking god—gets bigger, longer, along with the knot.
It’s like a gorgeous explosion as they all come, setting off the wildest, hottest orgasm in me. I transcend reality. I am the orgasm. I’m all of them and they’re me. I can feel their seed. I can feel the euphoria in each of them as we all come hard. And it never ends. It’s a wild, four-way, rolling, multiple orgasm.
That’s how it feels for me. I’m not just one person. We’re all each other.
And I never, ever want it to end.
Later, I sit, looking at our place, my new home, where we rule. “Do we change the name?”
Reaper’s having a post-sex cigarette. I think we had three separate rounds. Maybe four. I lost count. The positions changed, and with them, the new pleasures to be found.
With three men and so many different arrangements, I’m eager to get back to exploring the possibilities sooner rather than later.
“Where’s Knight?” I ask, a hand on Dante’s thigh.
“Getting drinks,” Dante mutters. “What do you mean with the name change? You mean Pandora’s?”
“No,” I say. “That’s perfect.”
“Which name?” Dante leans against the wall, pants on but not done up and I follow the line of hair heading straight to one of my happy towns .
“The Unholy Trinity.”
“Because there are four of us?”
I nod.
“Fuck no,” he says. “You sit on the throne. The three of us are the Unholy Trinity, bound by the ancient fucking marks on you, and yours on us, to complete the circle. But we are the Unholy Trinity, sworn to protect you.”
“Do you believe that?”
“That we’d protect you? Fuck yes.”
“And then what am I?”
“The Goddess we worship,” Reaper says.
“That—” Knight says, coming back in and handing out drinks. He drops a kiss on my head. “—is the truth. This man speaks the truth, Angel.”
“You’re our Goddess, the Unholy Trinity’s reason for being,” Dante says.
“And what about my name?” I ask.
“What about it?”
“I’ve been through so much with you three… I don’t really feel much like a Lizette anymore.”
Something sparks in his dark eyes. “Oh?”
“I think I’ll be Angel from now on. Permanently.”
“I always thought it fit you.” His gaze searches my face, and a smile lifts his lips. “All this time, I thought I would be the one to corrupt you, to bring you down to my level of Hell, but really, you became our saving grace. You saved us from total damnation, Angel.”
“We’re not divine by any means,” Knight is quick to add. “But he’s right. Now, we’re complete.”
Reaper nods.
I look at the three of them, full of so much love for each of them, it must be spilling everywhere.
The three of them lean in closer, surrounding me in their warmth and intoxicating alpha scents .
This is what Dad had meant about mating for love. This is the happiness he wanted for me. I just know it.
Darian, Sebastian, and Griffin—they are my pack.
My heart.
My home.
My Heaven .