MATTEO

The laptop arrived at seven.

Brand new, still in the box, left on the bed by someone who didn’t knock. I opened it, spent twenty minutes setting up the encrypted routing Ghost taught me, then closed it and put it on the desk. I wasn’t stupid enough to dig deep tonight. Not when I knew they were watching.

Dinner was served in the dining room that seated twelve. Tonight there were three of us.

I sat in the middle. Nico at the head. Matteo already there when I walked in, black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, tattoos visible, gray eyes finding me the moment I entered.

I sat down. A staff member poured wine I didn’t ask for.

Nobody spoke for almost two full minutes.

I picked up my fork. “So is this how dinner usually goes, or is this a special occasion for the new toy?”

Nico looked up. “What?”

“The silence. I want to know if I should get used to it.”

Matteo made a low sound... almost a laugh, cut off fast. He was looking at his plate.

“We don’t usually eat together,” Nico said.

“Okay. Why tonight?”

He met my eyes steadily. “Because you’re here now. And you’re expected to fulfill your part of the contract.”

The words landed heavy. Fulfill your part. Like I was a clause to be serviced.

I took a bite of the braised meat. It tasted like nothing.

Halfway through the meal, Nico’s hand slid under the table and rested on my thigh. I tensed. His fingers moved higher, pushing the hem of the dress I’d been given up my leg.

“Not here,” I whispered, voice tight.

“Yes here,” he said calmly, like we were discussing the weather. “Staff knows the rules. They don’t see what they’re not supposed to see.”

Matteo didn’t speak, but I felt the bond flare... that ghost sensation ghosting over my breasts, between my legs. My nipples tightened. My pussy clenched involuntarily.

Nico’s fingers reached higher, brushing my panties. He pushed them aside and dragged two fingers through my folds.

I bit my lip hard. “Nico...”

“Shh.” He circled my clit slowly. “You’re already wet. Good girl.”

Shame burned across my face. The maid was still in the room, clearing plates quietly, pretending not to notice. I was sitting at a formal dining table with my dress pushed up and two men feeling everything I felt, while staff moved around us like this was normal.

Matteo’s jaw tightened. He felt it too. The echo made his fingers twitch on his glass.

Nico pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped, gripping the edge of the table. The wet sound was faint but unmistakable. Pleasure shot through me fast and cruel. My thighs trembled.

“Stop,” I whispered, even as my hips rocked slightly against his hand. Tears pricked my eyes. “Please… not like this.”

“You signed the contract,” Nico murmured, curling his fingers just right. “This is part of it. You’re here to fulfill our pleasure. Whenever we want. However we want.”

Matteo’s eyes were dark now. The bond amplified everything...every stroke felt like four hands on me. My clit throbbed. My pussy clenched hard around Nico’s fingers.

I came with a choked sob, biting my lip to stay quiet, tears slipping down my cheeks while the maid continued clearing plates like nothing was happening.

My body shook through the orgasm, shame flooding me so hard I wanted to disappear. I had just come at the dinner table like a trained pet while they watched.

Nico withdrew his fingers slowly and wiped them on his napkin like it was nothing. “Good girl.”

Matteo said nothing, but I felt the echo of his hunger like a second heartbeat between my legs.

I wiped my face quickly, staring at my plate. My voice came out small and cracked. “Is this what every dinner is going to be like?”

Nico took a sip of wine. “Only when we feel like it.”

I didn’t answer. I just sat there with my thighs pressed together, still throbbing, shame and unwanted heat mixing until I couldn’t tell which was stronger.

After dinner Nico disappeared into the office. I was left in the hallway with Matteo.

He started toward the east corridor.

“Hey,” I said.

He stopped but didn’t turn.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. “For last night. For staying in the chair. For not...”

“It wasn’t for you,” he said, voice rough. “I needed to understand what the bond does with you in the room.”

“Clinically.”

“Yes.”

He walked away.

I went back to my room, sat at the desk, and opened the laptop.

I didn’t dig deep tonight. I just looked...surface level, building a map in my head.

But as I stared at the screen, the ache between my legs and the shame still burning on my cheeks reminded me exactly why I was here.

To fulfill their pleasure.

And while I did that, I would learn every weakness in their empire.

Because one day soon, I was going to make them regret the day they bought me.