MasukElenaI had been waiting for hours, tossing and turning across the bed, and the longer I waited, the more I realized just how disastrously accustomed I had become to their presence. No—that wasn't what frightened me. What frightened me was the hollow emptiness they left behind in their absence, the way the room seemed too large, too quiet, too cold without them in it.My chest felt heavier.Without their scent lingering in the sheets.Without their warmth beside me.Without the sight of those intoxicating eyes that somehow managed to make me nervous and grounded all at once.A sigh escaped me as I pushed myself upright, my fingers curling into the bedsheets so tightly the fabric bunched beneath my fists. Something in my chest tightened further, winding itself into a knot I couldn't undo."What the fuck is this feeling?" I muttered into the silence.The room offered no answer.Only memories.And they came relentlessly.Not the press of their lips. Not the heat of their bodies. Not the
ElenaThey hadn't stopped—not until they'd wrung the last orgasm out of me.Five times. Exactly five. They'd counted, murmured the number against my skin like a prize they were collecting, draining me until there was nothing left but the shake in my thighs and the hollow, blissed-out static behind my eyes. Only then did they stop—when they were satisfied with the wreckage they'd made of me.And then? I lay there, spent, filled with their cum, their gazes dragging slow over every mark they'd left on my body.Admiring the wreckage.Jax disappeared to the bathroom and came back with a warm towel, cleaning me with a gentleness that felt almost obscene after what they'd just done to me. Ashton slid his shirt around my shoulders, buttoning it with careful fingers, like I was something fragile now instead of something they'd just taken apart.Then we sat by the window, watching the sun bleed orange across the sky. Strange, how something so soft could follow something so filthy.Ashton's fing
ElenaI didn’t know exactly when it had happened—at what precise moment they had managed to pull the words from my mouth. Somewhere during their slow, relentless seduction, somewhere between the teasing smiles, the lingering glances, the game of push and pull that had stretched my nerves thin, and the light touches that left sparks beneath my skin, I had finally broken.Somewhere along the way, with my body already betraying me and my thoughts tangled in them, I had uttered the exact words they wanted to hear.“Please, Fuck me.”Three simple words.Three humiliating, desperate words.Three words they had patiently, mercilessly tortured out of me.And then?Here I was.Completely tangled between them, trapped in a tangle of limbs and heated skin, as they relentlessly took me apart. Surrounded by them. Stuffed with their cocks and enveloped by the suffocating heat of their bodies. Every inch of me was overwhelmed by them—their scent, their strength, their touch.They fucked me as if the
ElenaAshton and Jax were barely trying to sleep.Jax kept tossing and turning, burying his face in my neck as if he could find some kind of respite there. Ashton didn't even bother pretending. He simply stared at the ceiling, unmoving, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.I couldn't say I was any better.Because I wasn't.I was waiting.Waiting for the knock to come.For Dad to storm through the door and end it all with his favorite silver gun clenched in his hand.It wasn't exactly an impossible scenario.So, finally tired of the three of us pretending, I sat up between them."It's not going to work, guys," I sighed. "Let's stop pretending that any of us can sleep."Jax let out a sigh of defeat while Ashton slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows."At least you need to sleep, Princess," he said gently. "After a day like today, you need it.""It was a draining day for the two of you as well," I shot back. "You both need sleep.""We've been trying, Little Wolf." Jax sat up, running a hand
ElenaAs Monica stood there at the doorstep, for a single second the world seemed to suspend itself — and then my body caught up, and I moved to get off Jax's lap. His hand slid around my waist before I could, pulling me back, locking me in place without a word.A soft gasp slipped past my lips.Ashton was already on his feet, already turning, his voice dropping to something quiet and dangerous, "What do you want, Monica?"Monica smiled. Not a nervous smile. Not an apologetic one. The kind that meant she had already decided how this would go before she even walked through the door. She stepped inside, moving with the slow, deliberate ease of someone who knew exactly the kind of room she was walking into — and didn't care. She stopped right at the corner we'd made with the sofas, our little pocket of the world, and suddenly it didn't feel so safe anymore. Something cold slid down my spine."Nothing actually," She crossed her arms over her chest.The smile didn't move. Not even a fracti
ElenaI did not know how long I’d cried. However, when I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were red and swollen, the skin beneath them puffy and raw. That alone told me it had been a while—maybe hours. But that wasn’t enough confirmation, so I crossed the room and pushed open the window.The sky was painted in shades of gold and amber.It was nearly evening.No one had bothered to disturb me, except for the maids who had quietly left food outside my door throughout the day.I hadn’t bothered opening it.Hadn’t bothered checking.Not until this recent knock.Slow.Careful.It came only once before it was followed by Jax’s voice.“Little wolf, open the door.”A sigh slipped past my lips. I had almost convinced myself that I didn’t want to open it, but my body betrayed me. Before I knew it, I was brushing my fingers through my tangled hair, pushing it behind my ear as I slid off the bed and made my way toward the door.The moment I opened it, my eyes met Jax’s.And surprisingly, th







