LOGINChapter 1 The rain beat against the glass of the sunroom, turning the garden outside into a smear of dark greens and grays. It’s my twenty-first birthday, and the house is quiet, My dad and his new wife left for the weekend hours ago, leaving behind a scattering of wrapping paper and half-empty wine glasses. I’m alone, or I’m supposed to be.I trace the rim of my wine glass, It’s cool and slick under my fingertip. Then the heavy oak front door creaks open, and the sound cuts through the damp air.“Alice?”The voice is low, roughened by years of smoking and shouting over construction sites. My heart gives a traitorous, familiar thud against my ribs before I even turn around.Rowan Hale stands in the doorway, shaking a black umbrella. He looks like he’s been carved out of the storm itself, wet coat, shoulders broad enough to block the light, jaw dark with stubble that’s just starting to turn silver. He’s my father’s best friend, a man who has occupied the periphery of my life for as
Chapter 6My skin is slick with sweat and their release, my thighs trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I don’t even have the strength to lift my head when the soft click of the cabin door unlocking cuts through the roar of the engines.My muscles tense instinctively, but before I can react, the door slides open just enough for the stewardess to slip back inside, her arms carefully balancing a silver ice bucket with a champagne bottle nestled inside. Her gaze flicks up, just for a second and her breath catches. The bucket tilts as her eyes widen, taking in the scene: me, naked and wrecked, the sheets beneath me damp with fluids that aren’t just mine, the three men looming over me like predators who’ve just finished feeding. Vittorio is still half-hard, his cock glistening as he tucks it back into his slacks with a slow, deliberate motion. Alessio’s fingers trace idle patterns over my hip, his touch possessive even in laziness. And Dante, Dante stands near the window, his s
Chapter 5The cabin door hisses shut behind the stewardess. The sound snaps through the air, and suddenly, the weight of their gazes is back on me, three pairs of eyes burning into my skin, heavier than the storm clouds outside the windows. The jet shudders as it hits the first pocket of turbulence, the engines groaning like a beast waking up. My fingers dig into the silk sheets, the cool fabric slipping under my palms as I try to steady myself, but there’s no balance here. Not with them.Vittorio moves first. His hand slams between my shoulder blades, fingers tangling in my hair, and with one brutal yank, he forces me down onto all fours. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs, my knees sinking into the mattress, the sheets bunching under my weight.His other hand grips my hip, thumb pressing into the bone hard enough to bruise, and I can feel the heat of him behind me before he even touches me elsewhere, the thick pulsing weight of his cock dragging against my thigh, already s
Chapter 4Vittorio’s grip tightens for a little bit before he releases me, stepping aside with a grunt. The loss of his heat is immediate, but Alessio is there, his hand replacing Vittorio’s at the small of my back, steering me up the stairs and into the jet’s cabin.The interior is all cream leather and polished wood, the kind of luxury that screams old money, There’s a bed in the back—king-sized, rumpled, the sheets black silk. My pulse kicks up. Of course there’s a bed. Of course it’s already been used. The thought of them in here without me, their bodies tangled, their hands rough on each other, sends a traitorous rush of heat between my thighs.Dante takes the seat across from me, his long legs spread, his tie already loosened. He watches me with the same detached intensity he uses when he’s about to gut a man. "You’ll sit with me," he says. Alessio chuckles, dropping into the seat beside me before I can move. His thigh presses against mine, the heat of him seeping through the
Chapter 3The warehouse gunfire still echoes in my dreams muffled pops, the acrid sting of gunpowder, the way Vittorio’s grip on my wrist tightened like he’d rather break my bones than let me go. Three months later, and I should be used to the weight of their ownership by now. Should be. But standing in the middle of a private airstrip, my stomach twists like I’m still that girl in the dress she didn’t choose, surrounded by men who’d rather shoot each other than share.Dante adjusts the cuff of his shirt, and his gaze flick over to me "You’re staring," he murmurs, not looking up from his phone. The screen casts a cold blue glow over his sharp cheekbones.I tear my eyes away, but not before I catch the way his thumb lingers on the screen, it’s a a text from some faceless associate, no doubt. "Just admiring the view," I lie, nodding toward the sleek white jet The Morelli crest is emblazoned on the tail, Of course it is. Everything they touch gets marked.Alessio steps into my line of
Chapter 2I want to deny it. I open my mouth to shape the words, and Dante's finger presses harder against my throat, silencing me with the promise of pressure rather than its application. My pulse hammers against his leather-clad skin, a Morse code I can't control, broadcasting everything I need to conceal."Listen to her heart." Dante addresses the others as if I were equipment, machinery requiring calibration. "It speaks more honestly than she will. Fear, yes. But beneath it.." his head tilts, that mechanical assessment softening into something more difficult to read "something else. Something that doesn't know whether to fight or surrender because it has never been offered the choice.""Then we offer it." Vittorio's grip in my hair tightens, His other hand rises to my face, turning my chin until I meet his eyes for the first time. What I find there stops my breath more thoroughly than any threat. Hunger, held in ruthless check. Want, directed with surgical precision. The terri
Chapter 5My eyes fly open, locking onto his as his cock swells, with the veins throbbing against my tongue. And then he’s coming, hot and thick, the first spurt hitting the back of my throat, the next flooding my mouth. I gag and my eyes water, but he doesn’t let me pull back, his hand holding me
Chapter 2I quickly brushed the thought of joining them out of my head.I’d just seen my husband buried deep inside his secretary, in the bed we shared, the sheets I’d chosen, the same ones he’d kissed me on only nights ago. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve thrown something, or collapsed, or done
Chapter 4The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint, musky undertone of sweat… all mine, from the way my body had been betraying me all through out the class. I’d done it on purpose, of course. The way I’d tilted my chin right when I argued with him, the way I let my lips part sli
Chapter 2When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold. Not the kind that makes you shiver, but the kind that makes you aware you’re completely naked.Moonlight spilled through the window, and my head throbbed, an ache so deep it made my stomach twist. I tried to sit up, but something pul







