Prologue

Lucy's POV 

It started so innocently—just me in the kitchen, chopping vegetables, the soft hum of music in the background. I didn’t hear them at first, the three of them entering the room as silent as shadows. Shaun’s voice was the first thing I noticed, low and teasing behind me.

"Need any help?"

I turned, startled to find all three of them—Shaun, Scott, and Seth—standing there. Their smirks made me skeptical for a moment.

"No, I'm fine," I said quickly, trying to keep my voice steady. The knife had since left my hand and now I was standing there, not sure of what to do or where to keep my eyes. 

But they didn’t leave. Instead, they surrounded me, their presence making it difficult for me to think of anything else—But them.

Shaun brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. Scott leaned against the counter, too close, his arm grazing mine. Seth stood behind me, his warmth a constant reminder of how trapped I was.

"You're always working so hard," Seth murmured, his lips near my ear.

I swallowed, my hand resting more firmly on the counter.

"I like cooking," I replied, trying to ignore the growing heat in the room.

"Why not take a break?" Scott asked, his hand sliding over mine, forcing me to take a deep breath. 

Now what? 

Before I could protest, Shaun tilted my chin up, his eyes locking onto mine. 

"You need to relax," he said softly. And then his lips were on mine, warm and insistent.

I gasped, and in that moment, Seth's hands found my waist, turning me toward him. His mouth captured mine in a kiss that left me breathless. Scott's fingers trailed up my arm, his touch light, teasing.

Somehow, I ended up in their arms, my back pressed against Scott’s chest as Shaun and Seth explored every inch of me with their hands and mouths. I wanted to resist, but my body betrayed me, melting under their touch.

In a heartbeat, they carried me into the bedroom, my mind went blank for a while and I could only think of the faint throbbing of my lower body. They laid me down on the soft sheets. My heart pounded as they surrounded me again, their hands roaming over my skin. Shaun leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. 

"Do you want us to stop?" he asked, his voice low, almost challenging.

I hesitated, torn between what I knew was right and the undeniable control they had over my body. "This... this isn’t..."

Seth cut me off, his fingers trailing down my arm, sending small waves of delight through me. 

"Don’t think," he whispered, his lips tracing a path along my collarbone.

Scott was at my side, his hand slipping under my shirt, his fingers skimming over my ribs.

"Just feel," he murmured, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that left me breathless.

Despite my protests, my body craved more. They knew it too. Shaun’s fingers danced over my skin, finding the sensitive spots that made me arch against him. Seth’s lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Scott, ever the one with the teasing hands, hovered just out of reach, his eyes dark with intent.

"You won’t reject us, will you?" Shaun asked, his voice thick with desire.

"I can’t," I breathed, my hands clutching at the sheets as my body jutted upward, receiving what they were giving without second thoughts.

I could feel literal flames in my body. 

When did I ever feel this way? Never. 

"You can," Scott insisted, his fingers brushing against my lips.

"I won’t," I whispered, but it wasn’t the answer they wanted.

"Say it," Seth demanded, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

"I can’t!" I said again, shaking my head, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into their touch.

Their response was relentless. Shaun's fingers explored my most sensitive spots. In a heartbeat, my skirt had been discarded and my legs were parted, wide enough to accommodate Shaun. His finger slipped into me, drawing gasps and moans from me despite myself. Seth's mouth found my breasts, his lips and tongue working together to drive me to the brink of madness. Scott's kisses were a constant assault, stealing my breath and leaving me dizzy.

I tried to resist, but they knew exactly how to break me down, piece by piece. My resolve crumbled with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word. There wasn't much I could do. There wasn't much I could think of, not with a mouth closed over my nipple and another rubbing on my other nipple. And definitely not with a finger inside me, slowly pumping in and out, driving me crazy. 

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. 

"I... I won’t reject you," I gasped, my voice trembling.

They stopped, their eyes locking onto mine, their expressions a mix of triumph and something deeper—something that scared me as much as it thrilled me.

Shaun leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, almost tender kiss. 

"Good," he murmured.

In another minute, his lips were on mine again. My hands reached out to hold him, my hands running along the length of his back. He'd taken off his shirt now and so had the other two. When he got off me, Seth took over, claiming my lips and leaving me breathless. 

Fuck. This is it. This is lovemaking.

But then, as Scott slipped his finger out of me, the reality of the situation hit me like a tidal wave. I pushed them away, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. 

"Wait," I said, my voice shaking. 

"I can’t... I shouldn’t... I’m your dad’s wife. Is this right?"

The room fell silent, their eyes narrowing slightly, but none of them moved away. The tension was suffocating, their presence overwhelming. Shaun still had the lusty look in his eyes that I didn't hate. Scott was licking his lips and Seth simply looked at me with a mighty frown on his face. 

I didn’t know what scared me more—what we had done, or the fact that I didn’t even regret it.