Chapter 3

Ava's POV 

I never imagined one locked door could change everything so fast.

The click echoed in my bedroom like a gunshot. Marcus stood there, tall and confident, his dark eyes locked on mine with that same hungry look from the hotel suite. My back pressed against the bed frame. The red rose lay forgotten on the sheets behind me.

"Marcus, what the hell are you doing?" I whispered sharply, my voice shaking even though heat already flooded my body. "Derek is right downstairs. He could walk up any second."

He took one slow step closer, a dark smile playing on his lips. "Then we should not waste time talking, Ava. All night at dinner I watched you squirm every time I looked at you. I know you felt the same pull I did."

I held up a hand but it trembled. "This is crazy. You three cannot be here. My husband is hosting you. This is his house."

Marcus closed the distance in two strides and pulled me against his hard chest. "His house. But right now you belong to us." Before I could argue he kissed me fiercely, his mouth claiming mine like he had been starving for it since the bar. His tongue teased my lips open and I moaned softly into him despite myself.

"God, Marcus," I gasped when he pulled back just enough to speak. "You taste like danger."

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," he growled against my neck, his strong hands sliding down my curves, squeezing my ass through the dress. "That dinner was torture. Watching Damien touch your thigh under the table while I could not. I have been hard since I saw you walk into that room."

His fingers found the zipper of my dress and tugged it down. Cool air hit my skin as the fabric pooled at my feet. "Marcus, we cannot. Not here," I protested even as I arched into his touch.

"Say stop and I will," he said, his breath hot on my ear. But his hand slipped between my legs, finding me already wet. "But your body is telling me something different. So wet for me already, Ava. Just like at dinner."

I bit my lip to hold back a moan. "Derek might hear us. Please."

"Then be quiet for me," he whispered, sliding two fingers inside me smoothly. "Tell me how this feels."

"So good," I breathed, my hips moving against his hand. "Faster, Marcus. God, I should not want this but I do."

He kissed me again, swallowing my sounds as his fingers worked me perfectly. "You were so brave at dinner, hiding how turned on you were. I could see your nipples through that dress. Did Damien make you ache like this?"

"Yes," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "All three of you. I could not think straight."

"Good girl." He dropped to his knees suddenly and replaced his fingers with his mouth, licking and sucking until my legs shook. "Come for me quickly, Ava. Before your husband comes looking."

I grabbed his hair, trying to stay quiet. "Marcus, I am close. Do not stop. Right there."

He hummed against me and that vibration sent me over the edge. I came hard, biting my fist to muffle the cry. Pleasure crashed through me in waves.

Marcus stood up, wiping his mouth with a satisfied grin. "That is just a taste. We have weeks here. But for now I need to go before Derek gets suspicious."

He helped me back into my dress just as footsteps sounded in the hallway. Marcus kissed me once more, quick and deep. "Until tomorrow, beautiful. Act normal."

He slipped out the door and closed it softly behind him. Seconds later Derek knocked. "Ava? Are you in there?"

I smoothed my hair and opened the door, trying to look calm. "Yes. Just getting ready for bed."

Derek glanced inside suspiciously. "Everything okay? The guests seem pleased so far."

"Everything is fine," I said, forcing a smile. "Goodnight."

The next few days turned into a whirlwind of stolen moments and risky games. I barely slept, my body constantly on edge waiting for the next touch or whisper.

The morning after, I went to the garden to clear my head. The flowers smelled sweet but my mind was anywhere but on the plants. Damien appeared from behind a tall hedge like he had been waiting.

"Looking for some fresh air, Ava?" he asked with that wicked grin. He wore a casual shirt that showed off his athletic build.

I glanced around nervously. "Damien, someone might see us."

He backed me against a thick tree trunk, shielding me with his body. "No one is out here. Derek is in his office on calls. I have been thinking about that thigh I touched at dinner." His hand slid under my skirt immediately, fingers finding my panties. "Still wet from thinking about us?"

"Damien," I hissed, but my legs parted anyway. "We should not."

"Tell me to stop then," he challenged, stroking me through the thin fabric. "Tell me you do not want my fingers inside you right now."

I grabbed his shoulders. "I should say stop but I cannot. Touch me."

He pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers deep. "So tight and ready. You loved it when I teased you under the table, did not you?"

"Yes," I moaned softly. "Keep going. Faster."

He kissed my neck while his thumb circled my clit. "Imagine if Marcus and Lucas were here too. All three of us taking turns making you come in this garden. Would you like that?"

"God, yes," I whispered, rocking against his hand. "I cannot stop thinking about the hotel. About all of you."

Damien chuckled low. "Good. Because we cannot stop thinking about you. Come for me, Ava. Quietly."

I buried my face in his shoulder as the orgasm hit. My body trembled against him while he kept stroking me through it.

"Perfect," he said, pulling his hand back and licking his fingers. "That is just the start of today. See you soon."

He disappeared back through the hedges, leaving me flushed and breathless.

Later that afternoon Lucas found me in the hallway. He pressed a small folded note into my hand without a word, his piercing eyes saying everything.

I opened it in my room. The note read: "Tonight I want to taste you again on my tongue until you beg. Then I will fuck you slow and deep while you look into my eyes. Be ready."

My cheeks burned. I texted the unknown number from before. "You guys are going to get us all killed."

Marcus replied first. "Worth it. Meet us in the library at three if you can get away."

The days blurred into this dangerous dance. Short conversations in passing, loaded with meaning.

One evening before dinner Damien caught me in the kitchen. "Need help with anything, Ava?"

I stirred the sauce, heart racing. "Just finishing dinner. Derek wants everything perfect."

Damien stepped close behind me, his hand on my waist. "We both know what would make dinner perfect. You under the table sucking me while Derek talks business."

"Damien!" I laughed nervously but felt a thrill. "You are terrible."

"You love it," he said, nipping my ear. "Admit it."

"Maybe I do," I whispered. "A little."

The boldest moment came one afternoon when all three found me alone in the library. I was reaching for a book when the door clicked shut.

Marcus locked it. "Finally. We have been waiting for this."

I turned, pulse hammering. "Here? Now? What if Derek comes?"

Lucas stepped forward. "We will keep watch. But we need you, Ava. The notes and quick touches are not enough anymore."

Damien grinned. "On the desk. Now."

They moved fast but gentle. Marcus lifted me onto the big desk, pushing my skirt up. "Spread your legs for us, beautiful."

I did, breathing fast. "This is so risky."

"Risk makes it hotter," Damien said, kneeling first. His mouth found me instantly, tongue working expertly. "You taste even better than I remembered."

"Oh god, Damien," I moaned quietly. "Right there. Do not stop."

Lucas stood beside me, kissing me deeply. "Tell us how it feels. We love hearing you."

"So good," I panted between kisses. "His tongue is driving me crazy."

Marcus watched, his hand stroking my breast through my top. "Switch with me. I want a turn."

They took turns tasting me, each one different. Damien fast and playful, Lucas slow and intense, Marcus commanding and deep. I came twice on the desk, biting my lip hard to stay quiet.

"Your turn to talk dirty, Ava," Marcus said as he stood between my legs. "Tell Lucas what you want him to do next."

"I want Lucas inside me," I whispered. "Slow like in the note."

Lucas entered me carefully, eyes locked on mine. "Like this? Feel every inch."

"Yes," I gasped. "Deeper. Talk to me."

"You feel perfect," he murmured. "So warm and wet. I could stay inside you all day."

Damien kissed my neck. "My turn after. I want you bent over this desk."

They kept going, switching and teasing with words and touches until I came again, shaking on the desk.

Suddenly we heard footsteps. They helped me down fast, straightening clothes just as the door handle rattled. We barely made it look normal.

That evening I overheard something that changed everything. I passed Derek's office and the door was slightly open. He was on the phone, voice low and angry.

"Those three are getting too close," Derek said. "The deal is a front. Once I have their connections I plan to cut them out. Maybe even eliminate them if they ask too many questions. The shipments cannot be traced back to me. Understand?"

My blood ran cold. Criminal dealings. He wanted to hurt them. Hurt the men who had made me feel alive again.

I backed away quietly but Derek came storming out seconds later. He saw me there.

"Ava? What are you doing eavesdropping?" he demanded, face turning red.

"I was not," I said quickly. "I just came to tell you dinner is ready."

"Liar," he snapped, grabbing my arm hard. "You heard something, did not you? Always sticking your nose where it does not belong."

"Derek, let go. You are hurting me."

He raised his other hand like he would slap me. "I should have done this years ago. You are nothing but a useless..."

Marcus appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Derek's wrist with deadly calm. "I would not do that if I were you."

Derek froze. "What the hell are you doing? This is between me and my wife."

Marcus pulled me away and into his arms protectively. "Not anymore. Touch her again and we have a problem. A big one."

I clung to Marcus, shaking. "He is involved in bad things, Marcus. I heard him."

Derek laughed bitterly. "You do not know anything. Get out of my house, all of you."

But before anyone could move we heard shouting from outside. Damien and Lucas rushed into the hallway, clothes torn and blood on their faces and shirts.

"Attack outside," Damien panted. "Someone tried to run us off the road. They are coming for us."

Marcus held me tighter as Derek shouted for security. My heart pounded with fear and confusion. What had I gotten myself into?

The men exchanged dark looks. Whatever happened next, there was no going back now.