LOGIN⚠️WARNING: For mature readers 18+ only. Themes: Body worship, dominance, primal play, and MFM/threesome content. "Stop fighting it, Sloane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He yanks my head back until my throat arches, exposing my frantic pulse. His thumb shoves past my lips, pressing down on my tongue with bruising force, marking me before he even tastes me. I choke on a gasp, thighs trembling against the wall. "We can’t." "Shut the fuck up," he snarls, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of my neck. "I’ve spent years tracking every prim step you took. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finally cornered my prey." He sinks his teeth into the junction of my shoulder, a sharp, possessive bite that will leave a jagged purple brand by morning. "Now, you’re locked in this cage with us. I’m going to leave my mark on every inch of your skin." Behind him, his twin looms. A silent, lethal predator. I’m caged between them, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and ruin. For four years, I was the invisible shield for the Sterling empire. To me, they were liabilities. To them, I was the hunt. Zurich changed everything. The boy I once scheduled is now a man who pins me down, whispering filth while his brother watches, his eyes dark with the same starving intent. I was paid to guard the Sterling legacy. Now, I’m the prize. I want them to hunt me. I want them to worship me. I want them to break me until there is nothing left but surrender.
View More(Sloane’s POV) I fumbled with the lock on my bedroom door, the metal cool against my overheated skin. The click echoed louder than it should have. I slumped against the wood, my chest heaving like I’d just run a mile instead of a single hallway. Outside the window, the city was doing its usual thing. I could hear the faint sound of sirens and traffic, but inside, it was way too quiet. Kai’s door was shut tight, same as always, like he’d just checked out for the night. Leon had just walked past me and closed his door so slowly it felt like a slap in the face. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. It was still stuck in my head, stinging. Next time, don’t hide behind the door. Come closer. Those words just kept looping in my head. They felt heavy and sank in deeper every time I thought about them. I slid down the door until I hit the floor and pulled my knees up. My dress slid up too. I could feel the
(Sloane’s POV) The car ride back to the apartment was suffocating. Kai sat beside me in the back seat, his spine straight, hands folded in his lap. The driver kept the partition up, giving us privacy neither of us wanted. I kept my eyes on the window, trying to focus on the river reflections instead of the images burned into my skull. Leon’s hips snapping forward. Greta’s legs wrapped around him. The way his cock had glistened every time he pulled out, thick and slick with her, before plunging back in. The wet slap of skin. Her screams. His eyes locking on mine through the crack in the door, holding me there while he fucked her harder, like he was showing off. My thighs pressed together. I hated myself for the pulse between them. Hated that my nipples were still tight against the lining of my dress. Hated that I could still smell the faint trace of his cologne on the air when he’d leaned close on the terrace earlier. Kai’
(Sloane's POV)When I slipped back into the room the atmosphere had completely flipped. Leon was no longer at his chair. He stood pressed right up against Greta Schneider from behind. His tall powerful body dominated hers. One of his large hands rested possessively on her hip.His mouth hovered at the shell of her ear. He whispered something so vulgar that her head snapped back. A loud throaty pleasure-drenched laugh tore from her throat. His fingers slowly traced the curve of her ass through her dress. Then they dipped lower pressing the fabric between her cheeks in a blatant promise.Greta's breath hitched audibly. Leon pulled back just enough to meet Herr Schneider's gaze. He flashed that easy cocky buddy-like grin. The grin somehow disarmed the older man instead of provoking him."Your wife has an incredible eye for art sir." Leon said smoothly. His voice carried that commanding confidence. "She's b
(Sloane’s POV)The restaurant was a museum of quiet money, where the only sounds were the precise click of silver on china and the low, practiced murmur of German, and it was the kind of place where even the flowers looked disciplined as they sat in their crystal vases. I sat between them, acting as a living buffer in a black silk dress that felt like armor, feeling the microscopic weight of every glance from the surrounding tables. To my left, Kai was holding the table’s attention with a calm, surgical analysis of emerging markets, and he was entirely in his element, looking polished and untouchable as he spoke with a voice that didn't just carry but seemed to command the very air in the room.To my right, Leon was a bomb waiting to tick, and he’d been still for far too long, which was always a bad sign when it came to his temper. The problem was Greta Schneider, who was the wife of the most important inves


















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