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Ava's POV Damien’s mouth was still on mine, his tongue pushing deep like he owned the kiss. I could taste the salt of him and the leftover feel of Lucas. My body was still buzzing from the slow, deep fucking Lucas just gave me, and now this. It felt too good to stop.Damien pulled back just enough to grin. “You’re so wet already, sweetheart. I can feel it through your shorts. Don’t even try to hide it.”Lucas sat up beside me, wiping his mouth. “She needs time, Damien. Give her a second.”Damien shook his head fast. “No way. We all need her right now. Marcus is downstairs waiting. I saw him when I came up. He wants to watch at least. Say you want it, Ava. Tell me you’re not thinking about all of us at once.”I swallowed hard. “I… I don’t know if I can handle it. But I do want you. Both of you.”Damien kissed me again, softer this time. “That’s my girl. Now let’s go find Marcus.”We walked down the hall together, my legs still shaky. Marcus was in his suite, lying on the huge bed like

Ava's POV I woke up with a warm weight between my legs and my heart still racing from everything that happened at the pool. The guys had left me there on the couch sometime in the night, but I could feel their hands on me even now. My thighs were sticky, and when I reached down I remembered Marcus’s cum. I sat up fast, pulling the blanket over myself. Damien had said “You’re ours now” like it was the easiest thing in the world, and I wanted to believe him. But the note on the pillow kept flashing in my mind.This is only round one.I slipped out of the guest wing and walked back to my room on shaky legs. The house was quiet. I showered, trying to wash away the night, but my skin still remembered their touches. By the time I was dressed and downstairs, Derek was already gone to another meeting. The staff moved around me like always, but I kept thinking about the dock warehouse and the shipment. What if that was real? What if Derek was doing something bad?I needed air. I grabbed my su

Ava's POV Lucas’s words hit me like ice water. I pulled my dress down fast, my face burning. “We need to talk?” I asked, my voice shaky but trying to sound normal. “Why? What’s going on?”Marcus didn’t move from his spot behind the desk. His hand was still between my legs, his fingers pressing lightly, keeping me there. “She was just showing me how much she needs this,” he said calm and low, like he was talking about the weather. “You see it too, right? The way she looks when she comes. She’s not cold like her husband. She’s burning.”Lucas took one step closer, his eyes still glowing that dangerous light. “Burning how? I heard you in here. She came for you already. Twice maybe.” He stopped right in front of us, close enough that I could smell him—clean soap and something darker. “Ava, look at me.”I turned my head. His eyes locked on mine, calm but intense, like he was seeing every secret I had. “You’re safe here,” he said softly. “But you can’t keep sneaking around like this. Derek

Ava's POV Marcus kept his strong arms wrapped around me tight in that hidden hallway. My body still shook from everything that had just happened. Derek was yelling for security somewhere down the corridor, his voice echoing like thunder. Damien and Lucas burst in, their shirts torn and blood streaking their faces and arms. They looked ready for war."We have to move now," Marcus said urgently, his hand on my back. "Derek is losing it. There is a secret room in the east wing. Follow me.""Secret room?" I whispered, my voice shaky. "What the hell is going on?"Lucas grabbed my hand, his piercing eyes serious even with blood on his cheek. "No time to explain everything. Trust us, Ava. We will keep you safe."Damien wiped blood from his lip and grinned despite the pain. "Come on, beautiful. Adventure time. You okay? That bastard did not hurt you, did he?""He almost did," I said, squeezing Lucas's hand. "Marcus stopped him. But you two look terrible. Are you hurt bad?""Nothing we cannot

Ava's POV I never imagined one locked door could change everything so fast.The click echoed in my bedroom like a gunshot. Marcus stood there, tall and confident, his dark eyes locked on mine with that same hungry look from the hotel suite. My back pressed against the bed frame. The red rose lay forgotten on the sheets behind me."Marcus, what the hell are you doing?" I whispered sharply, my voice shaking even though heat already flooded my body. "Derek is right downstairs. He could walk up any second."He took one slow step closer, a dark smile playing on his lips. "Then we should not waste time talking, Ava. All night at dinner I watched you squirm every time I looked at you. I know you felt the same pull I did."I held up a hand but it trembled. "This is crazy. You three cannot be here. My husband is hosting you. This is his house."Marcus closed the distance in two strides and pulled me against his hard chest. "His house. But right now you belong to us." Before I could argue he k

Ava's POV The morning after that insane hotel suite, I drove home in a daze. My body still hummed from everything they did to me, but I forced myself to push it down deep. I took a long shower, scrubbed every inch of my skin, and put on my usual perfect wife face. No one could know what happened. Especially not Derek. I spent the whole day cleaning rooms I did not need to clean and answering emails I did not care about, trying to act like the loyal housewife he expected.By evening I felt almost normal again. Almost.The front door opened with a loud click. Derek walked in wearing his expensive suit, smiling like he had not been balls deep in another woman the night before. "Ava, darling. How was your day?" he asked in that fake charming voice he used when other people might hear.I stood in the hallway and forced a small smile. "It was fine. Yours?""Busy. Very busy. Actually, I have great news." He loosened his tie and walked past me without even a kiss on the cheek. "I am hosting