Chapter 3

Ava's POV 

The door clicked shut behind Marcus.  

He stood there in the dark, tall and quiet, his voice low like he was talking to the night itself. “We have been waiting all night to get you alone.”  

My mouth went dry. “Marcus… Derek could come any minute.”  

He took one slow step forward, eyes never leaving mine. “Then we better make this quick and quiet. Unless you want him to hear exactly how much you enjoyed our company last night.”  

I backed up until I was hitting the bed. The rose fell from my hand on the sheets. My mind raced with questions, fear, and a dangerous amount of excitement.  

This was only the beginning, and I was already in way too deep.  

Marcus smiled, that dark smile from the bar, and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Come here, Ava. Sit.”  

I sat. My knees felt like jelly. He didn’t touch me yet. Just looked at me, like he was reading every thought I had.  

“I saw how you reacted when we were at the dinner table,” he said softly. “You were shaking. Your nipples were hard under that dress. Tell me, did you come when I whispered that I knew how wet you were?”  

I swallowed. “I… I think so. It was so sudden. I just… closed my thighs and the feeling hit me.”  

Marcus nodded like he already knew the answer. “Good. That means your body remembers us even when your mind is trying to be good. Derek’s a fool for treating you like that. You deserve to be touched.”  

I felt my face burn. “He’s my husband. I can’t just—”  

“You can,” he cut in, voice still calm. “But not tonight. Tonight you let me take care of you.” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was so gentle it made my breath catch.  

I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand for a second. “Marcus… this feels wrong. But I can’t stop thinking about you. About all of you.”  

He smiled again, softer this time. “Wrong is exactly how it feels when you want it this bad. Come on. Let’s go to the guest wing. I want to show you something.”  

Before I could answer, there was a knock on the door.  

“Room 4. Need anything?” It was Damien’s voice, teasing and low.  

Marcus stood up. “Come in, Damien.”  

The door opened and Damien slipped inside, shirt unbuttoned at the top, that wicked grin on his face like he already knew every dirty thought I’d had last night. He looked at me, then at Marcus, and laughed softly. “She’s already blushing. Good. I like when she’s wet for us.”  

Marcus nodded. “Take her to my room. I’ll watch for a minute.”  

Damien didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, down the hall, into the big dark suite next door. The second the door closed behind us the heat hit me like a wave.  

He pressed me against the wall first, his mouth on my neck. “You smell like Marcus’s perfume and your own excitement,” he whispered. “Bet you’re soaked right now.”  

I moaned quietly. “Damien… we have to be quiet. Derek—”  

“Shhh. I know.” He slid his hand up my dress and found my panties already drenched. “Fuck, Ava. Your body is telling me everything. Let me taste how bad you want this.”  

He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway. No warning. His mouth was on me through my panties in one second, then he yanked them down and buried his tongue inside me. I had to bite my own hand to stay silent.  

He sucked hard, then pulled back just enough to speak against my clit. “Taste so fucking good. You’re dripping down my chin. Tell me you’re not thinking about my mouth when Derek’s in bed with his little whore.”  

I gasped. “I… I’m not thinking about that. Just… please.”  

He stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and kissed me so I could taste myself on him. “That’s my girl. Now let’s go to bed.”  

Marcus was already in the suite, sitting on the edge of the huge bed like he had been waiting forever. Damien carried me over like I weighed nothing and laid me down.  

Marcus took my dress off slowly, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Look at you, all flushed and ready for us.”  

Damien stripped too and joined them. He kissed me next, deep and messy, while Marcus watched and then joined. The three of us were tangled together, hands everywhere, mouths on my breasts, my stomach, my thighs.  

I lost count of how many times I came. Damien in my mouth while Marcus finger-fucked me slow and deep. Then Marcus inside me while Damien rode my face. Lucas wasn’t there yet, but I could feel him watching from the doorway the whole time, his quiet eyes burning into me.  

Hours passed in a blur of skin, sweat, and whispers. Marcus took his time, kissing every inch of me while he was buried deep. He never rushed, never let me forget I was precious. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered between thrusts. “So fucking beautiful like this.”  

Damien was filthier. He would pull out and slap my pussy lightly, then slide back in with a grin. “You like that, don’t you? My cock in your pussy and your mouth on my dick at the same time.” He would push me down on him and fuck my mouth while Marcus fucked me from behind, both of them moaning my name.  

Lucas finally moved closer. He didn’t say much at first. Just watched. Then he got on his knees and kissed my inner thighs, slow and deliberate. When he finally slid inside me I moaned so loud I had to cover my mouth again. He stayed deep, looking straight into my eyes the whole time. “Breathe, Ava,” he whispered. “Feel every inch. You’re safe with us.”  

They switched positions again and again. One of them in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. Sometimes all three at once — Marcus in my pussy, Damien in my mouth, Lucas in my ass. I came so many times I lost count. My body was shaking, my legs were sore, but I never wanted it to stop.  

At one point Damien pulled me into his lap and fucked me while Marcus kissed me hard. “You’re ours tonight,” Damien growled against my neck. “Every moan, every tremble belongs to us.”  

Marcus answered by kissing me deeper and saying, “And you’re going to be ours every night from now on.”  

Hours later I was a shaking, sore mess, lying between them, covered in their cum and my own juices. My pussy was still throbbing. My mouth tasted like all of them.  

Damien kissed my forehead. “You did so good tonight, beautiful. We’re going to keep you safe. We’re going to keep you wet.”  

Marcus pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “Sleep. Tomorrow we start the real game.”  

I drifted off with their arms around me, my body still humming, my heart racing with something I was too scared to name.  

When I woke up the next morning, the bed was empty except for me. A single red rose was on my pillow again.  

I picked it up and read the note on the back.  

We know you’re awake.  

Meet us in the kitchen at 2 a.m.  

Come alone.  

Or we come to you.  

My stomach flipped.  

This was no longer just a one-night thing.  

This was a war.  

And I was already losing.