Chapter 24
Selene
I should probably stop torturing them.
It’s been three weeks since my birthday—three weeks since they came back to me.
Three weeks of light touches, kisses like promises, my favorite coffee in the mornings, food left on my desk, questions about my books.
But more than that—three weeks of them staying.
Staying in my space, in my world. Helping with Onyx business like it’s theirs too. Like I’m theirs.
They even had their things shipped here a week ago. As if they were settling in for good. As if I was worth fighting for.
But I can’t take it anymore. I’m not just horny—I’m starved for them. For their mouths, their hands, their cocks filling me. Claiming me.
I convinced Max and Katherine to stay at Lily’s tonight. I needed this. We needed this.
I smile to myself in the mirror. Black leather and lace hug every curve—one of the pieces Dario bought me. My hair tumbles in loose waves down my back, lips painted blood red. On my feet—tactical boots. Good for running.
I head downstairs and wait for them to come home.
Home. The word makes my heart sing.
I perch in one of the high-backed chairs in the living room, exit route planned. They should be back any minute now, and I’m ready to be hunted.
The front door opens. I hear their voices—the low timbre of laughter rolling through the house like thunder. My pulse spikes.
“There’s no way you could—” Dario cuts off when he sees me.
Keir bumps into him from behind. “What the fuck are you—” he starts, but the words die in his throat.
They stare. Mouths parted. Hunger blazing in their eyes.
Kaz pushes forward behind them. “The fuck you just standing there for?” he growls.
His gaze finds me—and the low, “fuck” that escapes his lips makes me smirk.
“Princess?” Keir says, voice wary, like I might vanish.
I rise slowly. Their eyes devour me. I twirl, letting the lace flash. The growls that follow shoot desire straight to my core.
They’re still in black tactical pants and dark henleys, Keir’s shoulder holster catching the light.
Something about them still armed, still lethal, makes this even more thrilling.
I don’t say a word. Just wink.
Then I run.
I launch through the French doors, laughter spilling from my lips.
“Malyshka,” Kaz growls behind me, feral.
I sprint past the pool, heart hammering, blood singing. My boots pound the ground as I race for the trees.
Maybe I’m not done torturing them. Not just yet. Because what girl doesn’t want to be chased by her three dangerous men… and fucked in the woods?
I crash through the trees, thankful for the trail. I push harder, adrenaline burning.
I don’t hear them.
Which is dangerous.
I veer left, planning to loop around when—
A blur to my right—too late.
A body collides with mine, and we tumble to the forest floor. He twists, taking the impact and leaving me on top. The breath whooshes out of him, and I laugh.
“Bad girl,” Keir growls. One blink—he’s flipped us, and his palm cracks against my ass.
A needy whimper escapes me.
“Surprised you caught me, old man,” I pant.
He leans close, breath hot at my ear. “Told you, princess—the next one to fuck your pretty pussy would be me.”
Another slap. My hips rise, desperate.
His belt slides free, the sound delicious. He drags me up, spinning me until my back hits a tree. In seconds, my wrists are bound above me, arms stretched tight.
He steps back, admiring his work.
“Such a pretty girl, strung up like this.” His grin is sharp. Possessive.
I smirk, tilting my head. “What are you gonna do about it?”
Instead of answering, he kneels and unlaces my boots, spreading my legs wide and tying them to two smaller trees. The breeze kisses my soaked center, barely covered by lace.
Keir draws his 10mm from its holster. My breath catches—but his eyes never leave mine. That look tells me I’m safe. Owned, but safe.
He runs the barrel over my breasts, down my stomach. Lower.
He brushes it over my center. I moan, rolling my hips into it.
“Greedy girl,” he murmurs. “Think I can make you come on my gun, Princess?”
I whimper.
He pulls the lace aside. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
He teases my folds with the barrel, coating it with my arousal. Then he pushes the tip inside.
I cry out, hips straining forward.
“Such a dirty girl, taking what daddy gives you.”
He leans in, sucking my clit while thrusting the barrel deep without warning. The mix of fear, pleasure, pain, and power pushes me over the edge.
I come so hard I scream, stars bursting behind my eyes.
I swear someone mutters, “Holy fuck,” but everything’s hazy.
When I open my eyes, Keir is smiling. Not smug—soft.
He kisses me. “You did so good, Princess.”
“You ready for more?” His voice is gentle now. Worshipful.
I nod, voice hoarse. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
They’re all here now.
Kaz and Dario untie my legs. They handle me like I’m breakable—but their eyes say otherwise.
Keir frees my wrists, massaging them before lifting me easily. He carries me to a thick stump and sits, cock pressing against me.
“You want all your holes filled, Malyshka?” Kaz murmurs, thumb brushing my cheek.
I nod too eagerly.
He frees himself while Dario moves behind me. He slices the bodysuit open and slicks his fingers with my wetness, trailing it to my tightest entrance.
I tense.
“Relax, pumpkin,” Dario murmurs, stroking my back.
I breathe deep. Keir’s cock nudges my entrance, and I moan, grounding myself in how they cage me in.
I start moving, grinding into Keir as Dario stretches me open with slow precision.
Kaz takes his place in front of me, cock in hand. I part my lips and take him greedily.
Dario removes his fingers and lines himself up behind me.
Then they all push into me—Keir beneath, Dario behind, Kaz down my throat—and the intensity makes my vision go dark.
They move in sync, each claiming me in his own way. Keir fucks up into me, teasing my nipples. Dario groans behind me, driving deeper. Kaz fists my hair and owns my mouth with every thrust.
“You take us so well, kroshka,” Kaz grits. “Gonna come down this pretty throat. You’ll swallow every drop.”
Dario is panting, barely holding back. “Fuck, pumpkin, you feel too good.”
Keir pinches my clit. “You ready to come again, Princess?”
I hum around Kaz’s cock.
He shudders and spills down my throat, and I swallow everything.
Keir and Dario don’t stop. They keep thrusting—relentless. Brutal.
I scream as I shatter again, body shaking as Keir and Dario come with twin groans, filling me. Marking me.
Keir strokes my spine as I collapse against him, trembling. His breath is ragged beneath my cheek. I barely register Dario and Kaz shifting around us—Kaz brushing knuckles along my jaw; Dario slipping free with a groan that vibrates through my bones.
But I feel everything at once.
Wrecked. Claimed. Adored.
The silence isn’t awkward. It’s peaceful—and humming with things unsaid.
“You’re everything,” Keir whispers into my hair. “Fuck, Princess… you’ve ruined me.”
Dario crouches beside me. “You good, pumpkin?”
I nod, breath still shaky. “Yeah. Just… overwhelmed. In the best way.”
Kaz wipes the wetness from my cheeks and chin, eyes softer than I’ve ever seen. “We don’t deserve you.”
“Well, that’s bullshit.” My voice is hoarse. Raw. “You’ve stayed. You’ve shown me you care. I see that. And I…” I blink, then press my lips to Keir’s. “I love you. All of you.”
Keir’s breath catches. Dario lets out a shaky, relieved laugh. Kaz goes still.
“You love us?” Keir asks, voice raw.
“I do.”
Kaz breathes a choked curse. “Fuck, malyshka. You don’t even know what that does to me.”
“I think I do.” I hold out my arms to him, and he lifts me easily. I kiss him, slow and soft.
“Jeez, set her down for a second,” Dario says from behind me.
Kaz grumbles but obeys, and Dario pulls his shirt over my head. I rise up and kiss him, and I feel him smile into it.
“Alright,” Keir says, brushing leaves off his pants. “Let’s get you home and into a nice hot bath.”
Kaz lifts me into his arms again with ease. “No more running from you, moon. Only toward you.”
I smile, tucking my head against his chest as we make our way back.
And for the first time in a long time, I don’t just feel whole—I feel kept.