Daddy three shot; seducing her husband's stepbrothers

Lily's POV.

"Oh Ryan, that feels so fucking good, yeah, right there." Vanessa, my step sister moaned loudly as my husband thrusted into her from behind.

I stood by the doorway watching them, tears clouding my eyes.

"I fuck you better than your wife, don't I?" She suddenly blurted and Ryan spanked her ass amidst thrust.

"How could you compare yourself to old fashioned Lily? She's boring to stupor, I haven't touched her in months."

The bouquet I had bought to celebrate our third wedding anniversary slipped from my fingers, and the white roses scattered across the floor.

Vanessa looked over his shoulder first, she smiled widely.

"Lily."

Hearing my name, Ryan, my husband slowly turned around.

But instead of guilt, which I very much expected... he smiled.

"Well," he said casually, "I guess we don't have to hide anymore."

I stared blankly at him, tears blurring my vision.

I couldn't hear anything except the loud pounding in my ears.

Vanessa hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself.

"Lily, listen...

"Don't." I clenched my fist, my voice barely audible.

I looked at her.

The little girl I had taken care of after my mother married her father.

She had borrowed my clothes, borrowed my jewelry, borrowed my makeup.

Apparently...

She'd borrowed my husband too.

"When?" I asked quietly.

Neither of them answered.

"When did this start?"

Ryan climbed off the bed without the slightest urgency.

He reached for his trousers as though he'd merely been interrupted between an important duty.

"You really want the truth?" He blurted, buttoning his shirt leisurely before meeting my eyes.

"I've never loved you, Lily."

The room spun in different directions, as words hit me hard across the ear.

"What?"

"I said..." he repeated with an irritating smile sitting on his face, "I've never loved you."

Vanessa scoffed mockingly. "Ryan..."

"No." He raised a hand, stopping her.

"If we're doing this, we might as well finish it."

He walked toward me, his eyes staring directly into mine.

"I married you because of them."

"Them? Who's them?" I frowned.

"My stepbrothers."

My breathing hitched against my throat.

The Whitmore triplets.

Damian.

Cassian, and Roman.

Ryan chuckled at my expression. "So you do remember."

How could I not?

Three identical faces, annoyingly handsome to a fault, height anyone would die for, and muscles like something carved out of a strong stone.

Every magazine in the country printed their faces at least once a week just to sell out.

Years ago...

Whenever our families attended charity galas or events together...

I'd often catch one of them watching me.

Sometimes all three.

Ryan leaned closer. "They all had a thing for you."

I blinked repeatedly.

Surely I'd heard wrong, there's no way...

"They were just too slow to make a move, so I beat them to it." He laughed. "You were just so easy, all I had to do was buy you one flower and you were already all over me,"

"You should've seen their faces." He laughed again, completely satisfied with himself.

I felt sick to my stomach.

"So..." I whispered, my voice quivering.

"Our marriage was only a means to finally have something my stepbrothers wanted so badly." He filled out the rest of the sentence for me.

Three years.

Three years of loving him.

Supporting him, building his company beside him.

While all along, I'd been a means to an end.

"Lily... I'm sorry he chose me, but you were starving the man, who would get an erection looking at you with all that hideous outfits." She chuckled.

I turned toward her, fury burning against my chest but I refused to let them see it, instead I smiled.

"You really have outdone yourself this time, Vanessa, I clearly underestimated you."

"What can I say?" She clicked her tongue in mockery. "I am my father's daughter, after all."

"That's my sweet naughty girl." Ryan smiled so charmingly at her, he drew closer towards her on the bed and kissed her on the lips, I almost puked as I watched their tongues disappear into their throats... I could barely even move my finger, let alone look away.

They finally broke the kiss and Ryan turned back towards me.

"If you're expecting me to apologize, do yourself a favor, and don't." He laughed.

My fingers curled into fists as I stared at the beast in front of me.

"I helped build your company Ryan." A tear rolled down my cheeks.

"I stood beside you when everything else was falling apart, I loved you."

"That's what a good wife should do, Lily." He shrugged.

I stared at him blankly for several seconds, too stunned to utter one more word.

"If you're thinking of divorce, be rest assured that not a single pinch of my money will touch your hands," he blurted, his face squeezed into a scary frown now. "I'll hire the best divorce attorneys in the country and make sure you leave with nothing, trust me, dear wife, you're better off cooking and cleaning for me, and helping me run my company."

I remained completely silent, because a dangerous idea had just planted itself inside my mind.

He thought I'd opt for a divorce? Hell no! Not after he'd taken advantage of me, and played me for a fool.

He'd said his stepbrothers had a crush on me... what if they still do?

I mean if a man could cheat in a marriage, why can't a woman return the favor?

Without another word... I turned around.

"Lily!"

I didn't stop to spare him another second.

"Lily, I'm talking to you!"

His voice faded behind me as I hurried out of the house.

...

Twenty minutes later...

I parked outside one of the city's most exclusive designer boutiques.

"Welcome, ma'am. How may I help you today?" A young lady immediately approached me.

"I need the sluttiest dress you have."

Her eyebrows lifted. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me."

She recovered quickly, and flashed me a wide smile. "Right this way."

One by one, she brought out different dresses, I kept shaking my head in disapproval as she brought each one out, they didn't match the idea in my head.

Finally...

She held up a black dress.

I stared at it for several seconds, then a smile broke out on my face.

The neckline dipped so low, it practically would only be covering my nipples.

Then the slit climbed high up my thigh, just a little nudge and my panties would be out in the open.

"This is perfect " I finally found my voice.

Inside the fitting room... I changed into the dress immediately.

When I looked in the mirror... I almost didn't recognize myself.

I looked like a complete sex worker, and that was exactly the look I'd hoped for.

I Walked out of the boutique and drove across the city.

My destination wasn't confusing, I knew exactly where to find them.

Everyone who followed the city's elite knew exactly where the Whitmore triplets spent their Friday nights.

Obsidian.

A night club where politicians, celebrities, billionaires, and heirs came to for a fulfilled experience.

I dragged in a deep breath before climbing down from my car and headed.

Once inside, I immediately began to rethink my decision.

The music was so loud, and there were so many people... Naked girls danced shamelessly in front of men, while the men in turn sprayed wads of cash on them.

No, this isn't a place for me, there must be another way to get my revenge on Ryan.

Just as I made to turn, three pairs of identical gray eyes lifted... And found me.

Damian, Cassian, and Roman.

Despite the women surrounding them...

Despite the crowd...

Every one of them had stopped looking at anything else.

They were looking at me.

As though they'd recognized me from across the room before anyone else could.

My pulse stumbled.

Maybe...

Just maybe... I'm capable of this.

I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin, and started walking toward them.

None of the three men looked away, not once.

By the time I reached their table... I was almost breathless.

Damian leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on me.

Cassian smirked smugly. "Well... I was wondering if tonight would finally get interesting."

"Kitten, that dress is dangerous, every single man here is looking at you and I hate it." Damian finally spoke.

Roman, quieter than the other two, held my eyes for a long moment before slowly drifting his gaze to my exposed cleavage.

My breath hammered against my chest as I stared from each brother, to the next.

"Would you like to have sex with me?" The words left my mouth before I could stop myself.

The three men smirked, their gazes travelling all over my body.

"Which one of us would you prefer?" Cassian raised a brow.

I dragged in a deep breath, then smiled.

"I want all three of you."