Welcome to the Larsen conglomerate

Chapter 4

Keresse

“Okay,” I breathed. “Show me.”

The words barely left my mouth before the atmosphere in the penthouse office shifted into something primal and electric.

Kairos’s eyes darkened with triumph. Rhysand’s hands tightened on my shoulders. Lucian’s gentle touch turned purposeful as he helped me rise from the chair.

They moved me like I weighed nothing, guiding me toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that overlooked the glittering city below. My pencil skirt was already hiked up around my waist, my blouse half-unbuttoned from restless fingers. The cool glass pressed against my palms as I braced myself, staring out at the sprawling skyline. Anyone with binoculars in the surrounding buildings might see. The thought sent a forbidden thrill through me.

“Such a good girl already,” Rhysand murmured, dropping to his knees behind me. He yanked my soaked panties down my legs in one smooth motion, spreading my thighs wider. “Look at this pretty cunt. Still dripping from just talking to us.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me.

I cried out as his tongue dragged through my folds, hot and insistent. He licked me like a man starved, sucking my clit between his lips while two fingers pushed inside me without warning. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating me out filled the office — slurping, sucking, growling against my pussy as he devoured me.

“Oh fuck—Rhysand—” My forehead pressed against the glass, breath fogging it.

Kairos appeared in front of me, his thick cock already freed from his pants. It was massive, even bigger than Rhysand’s, veined and heavy as he fisted it. “Open,” he commanded, tapping the head against my lips. I obeyed, taking him into my mouth with a moan. He tasted clean and masculine, filling me until my jaw ached. He didn’t thrust hard at first, just held my head steady and fed me inch after inch, letting me adjust while watching my face.

Lucian was at my side, his hands sliding under my blouse to cup my breasts. He pinched my nipples between skilled fingers, rolling and tugging them until they were tight, aching peaks. “Breathe through your nose,” he coached softly, even as he twisted one nipple just hard enough to make me whimper around Kairos’s cock. “Your body is responding beautifully. So sensitive.”

Rhysand’s tongue flicked rapidly over my clit while his fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. I was shaking, spit dripping down my chin as Kairos began to fuck my mouth in shallow thrusts, his hand tangled in my hair.

“Fuck, look at her,” Kairos groaned, voice rough. “Taking my cock so well while my brother eats this greedy pussy. You love being used by all three of us, don’t you, Keresse?”

I could only moan around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk. The city stretched out beneath us — tiny cars and people going about their day while I was bent over, getting my cunt devoured and my mouth stuffed.

Rhysand pulled back just enough to speak, his chin shiny with my juices. “She’s clenching so hard. Gonna come on my tongue, baby?” He dove back in, sucking my clit hard while slamming his fingers deeper. The pressure built impossibly fast. Lucian pinched both nipples at once, sending sparks straight to my core.

I came with a muffled scream around Kairos’s cock, thighs trembling violently as Rhysand licked me through every wave, drinking down everything I gave him.

They didn’t let me recover.

Rhysand stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and positioned himself behind me. “My turn to feel this tight cunt again.” In one brutal thrust, he slammed into me to the hilt. I screamed around Kairos’s cock, the stretch burning so perfectly.

“Fuck, still so wet,” Rhysand growled, gripping my hips as he started pounding into me. Each slam rocked me forward onto Kairos’s cock, forcing it deeper down my throat. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed obscenely — his balls hitting my clit with every powerful thrust.

Lucian kept playing with my breasts, occasionally leaning in to suck one nipple into his mouth while his fingers traced my spine. “You’re doing so well,” he praised between licks. “Taking two cocks at once. Your pussy is gripping him so beautifully. Let me see you come again.”

Rhysand fucked me harder, one hand reaching around to rub my swollen clit. “Come on his cock while you choke on his brother’s. Show us how much you need this job.”

The pleasure was overwhelming. Tears of overstimulation ran down my face, mixing with spit as Kairos used my mouth. The glass was fogged from my breath. The city watched silently as I was claimed by all three Larsen brothers on my very first “orientation.”

Kairos pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, stroking himself as he watched my face. “Switch.”

They moved me like a doll. Lucian took Rhysand’s place behind me, sliding into my soaked pussy with one long, smooth thrust. He was slightly thicker, stretching me in a new, delicious way. “Easy,” he murmured, one hand on my lower back as he started a deep, grinding rhythm. “Feel every inch. That’s it.”

Rhysand moved in front, feeding his cock — still shiny with my juices — into my mouth. “Taste yourself on me, sweetheart. Suck it clean while Lucian fucks you.”

I did, moaning loudly as Lucian slammed into me from behind, his hips snapping with controlled power. Kairos stood beside us, stroking his massive length and occasionally reaching down to pinch my nipples or slap my ass lightly, keeping me on edge.

The sensations blurred together — Lucian’s cock dragging against my G-spot with every deep thrust, Rhysand’s thick length filling my mouth, Kairos’s hands roaming my body possessively. I came again, harder this time, my scream vibrating around Rhysand’s cock as my pussy clenched rhythmically around Lucian.

They kept going, trading positions fluidly. Kairos finally took his turn behind me, slamming into me with ruthless force. “This cunt is ours now,” he growled, pounding so hard my breasts bounced against the glass. “Every orgasm. Every moan. Every drop of cum. Mine.”

Rhysand and Lucian took turns in my mouth, their filthy praise never stopping.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” “Look at you, taking three cocks like you were made for us.” “Come again, baby. Let the whole city hear you.”

I lost count of how many times I came. My legs were jelly, my voice hoarse, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. Finally, they brought me over the edge one last time together — Kairos slamming deep into my pussy while Rhysand fucked my mouth and Lucian sucked hard on my nipples.

They pulled out at the last moment, painting my back, ass, and breasts with hot ropes of cum as I shuddered through the aftershocks.

I collapsed against the glass, panting, the city a dizzying blur below me. My body felt used, worshipped, and completely spent.

Strong hands gently cleaned me with warm cloths from the private bathroom. Lucian checked my pulse and whispered soft praises while Rhysand kissed my shoulder. Kairos was the one who turned me around carefully.

He pressed me against his chest for a moment, then turned me back toward the glass. His lips brushed along my spine in a surprisingly tender kiss, right between my shoulder blades. I felt him inhale deeply, breathing in my scent — sweat, sex, and surrender.

“Welcome to the Larsen Conglomerate, Keresse,” he murmured against my skin, voice low and possessive. “You’re ours now.”

I shivered, a small, exhausted smile curving my lips as the three of them surrounded me, their hands gentle now, holding me up as the reality of what I’d just done and what I’d agreed to settled over me like the most dangerous, delicious promise.