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Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem erotica) Chapter 31.
Darcelle’s POV:The road stretched out like it had nowhere else to be.We’d left the city behind an hour ago in Noah’s car, wind whipping through my hair, sun warm on my skin. Steve sat with one arm resting along the back of the seat, fingers occasionally brushing Noah’s shoulder. Josh was in the back with me, long legs stretched out, one hand resting on my thigh not possessively, just there. The radio played something old, some 80s song I barely knew the words to but none of us were really listening. We were laughing too much.Noah glanced in the rearview mirror, caught my eye, and grinned.“You’re singing off key again, Darcie.”I laughed. It felt too good to stop.“It’s not off key, it’s expressive.”Steve turned halfway in his seat, eyebrow raised.“Expressive is one word for it.”Josh’s low chuckle vibrated through his chest. “She’s got passion. Let her have it.”I elbowed him lightly. “Thank you for the defense.”He caught my hand before I could pull it back, brought it to his
Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem erotica) Chapter 30.
Christopher’s POV:“God Dammit! I can't do it for any cheaper than that!” I pleaded as the guy on the other end of the phone laughed like he’d heard this song before and still enjoyed the chorus.“Fifty thousand euros, Randal. That’s the price for a new passport, clean history, and a quiet boat to Morocco next week. You want to stay breathing in Europe? Pay up. You want to argue? I hang up and tip off the first person who asks about you.”I gripped the phone so hard the plastic creaked. My other hand shook as I rubbed my face which had become stubble like sandpaper, eyes burning from too many nights staring at the ceiling.“Thirty,” I said. “Thirty and I throw in the watch. Rolex. Real. Worth at least fifteen on the street.”Silence. Then another laugh, shorter this time.“Forty five. Final. And you leave the watch on the bench in Praça do Comércio tomorrow at noon. Someone will pick it up. You show up with cash, you get your papers. You show up without it, you get nothing. And I sta
Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem erotica) Chapter 29.
Darcelle’s POV:Three days after the warehouse, the hospital finally let me go.They’d kept me longer than I wanted for mild concussion, hypothermia they’d monitored like I might shatter and a map of cuts and bruises they insisted on re-dressing twice a day. I hated the sterile smell, the constant beeping, the way every nurse spoke to me like I was fragile. I wasn’t fragile. I was tired. Angry. Ready to be home.But the quiet of the hospital room had given me too much time to think. About Christopher’s hands on me. The way he’d looked at me like I was still something he could control.It also gave me time to think about the three men who’d ripped the night apart to find me.Steve never left the hospital. He slept in the chair beside my bed, brought real coffee instead of the weak hospital stuff, handled every work email so I didn’t have to stare at a screen when my head throbbed. He read updates from the office aloud, summarized board calls, signed off on urgent approvals with my whis
Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem erotica) Chapter 28.
Steve’s POVThe SUV smelled like blood and gravel dust.Darcie was limp across my lap in the backseat, head tucked against my chest, her breathing shallow but even. Noah was driving fast, his eyes flicking to the rearview every few seconds. Josh had sped away the second we got her clear of the containers to follow Christopher, his truck roaring off into the dark after the fading engine sound. One curt order before he left.“Get her to the hospital. I’ll handle Christopher.”I hadn’t argued. There was no point.My arms stayed locked around her. She was freezing, her skin was clammy, lips pale, cuts on her knees and feet still seeping through the hasty bandages Noah had wrapped on the way. Myl jacket was draped over her shoulders, but it wasn’t enough. I rubbed slow, steady circles on her arm, trying to push any warmth I had into her body.“She’s out,” I said quietly. “Her pulse is strong and breathing is okay. But she’s lost blood. Cheek’s swollen badly. Lip’s split. Her feet and kne
Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem erotica) Chapter 27.
Christopher's POV:The highway blurred past. My foot was welded to the accelerator. The speedometer needle trembled past 140 kph, it was too fast for these roads, too fast for the tires, too fast for anything except running.I kept glancing at the rearview mirror. Nothing yet. No headlights. No flashing lights. But I knew they were back there. Somewhere. Josh fucking Muller. Ricky told me there are two more men. Darcelle had ultimately become a slut apparently. If he’d found the warehouse, he’d find me.I’d seen them on the camera, five cars sweeping the access road.No uniforms. That was worse. That meant they weren’t police. That meant they were hers.I’d slammed the SUV into gear and floored it before the cameras even finished panning.Darcie was gone. She’d jumped out. I’d seen the trunk lid pop open in the mirror, seen her roll into the gravel like a discarded doll. I’d hit the brakes hard enough to fishtail, but the lights were already closing in. I didn’t have time to chase her
Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem erotica) Chapter 26.
Darcelle’s POVThe warehouse was freezing. Concrete sucked the warmth from my bare feet and the metal chair bit into the backs of my thighs through the fabric of my suit. My wrists throbbed where the zip ties had cut in fresh tape around my chest and legs pinned me like a butterfly to a board. Every shallow breath pulled the split in my lip open again. Blood tasted metallic on my tongue.Christopher paced in front of me, burner phone clutched in one hand, the other raking through his hair over and over. He’d been muttering to himself for the last ten minutes, half sentences about lawyers, money transfers, how he was going to “fix this.” He hadn’t looked at me once.Then he froze.His head snapped toward the small security monitor mounted high on the wall near the loading bay, a cheap black and white feed from the perimeter cameras he must have rigged when he broke in.The screen flickered. Grainy night vision showed five sets of headlights sweeping the access road and moving closer.C
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