Mag-log in“Your words, bunny. Use. Your. Words.” Zephyr growled, and it was all I could do to not come undone right there and then. How do I even use my words when my mouth was already stuffed full with Aeron’s cock? “Tell us who you want.” Tristan probed, twisting his fingers inside me, making my back arch and my cunt clench around the intrusion. “And tell us what you want.” “A—All of you.” I choked out when Aeron let me. “I want all four of you.” I whimpered. “I want to be ruined. Marked. Used.” “That’s not quite what we were hoping for.” Zayden murmured, forcing his thumb in my mouth where Aeron’s cock had been just a minute ago while Zephyr twisted my nipples. “We want to feel your desperation.” My body shook violently, muscles spasmed and I knew that I wouldn’t get what I wanted if I didn’t do as I was told. “I want you to fuck me until I’m wrecked, wretched and the only words I know to utter are your names.” ************* After finding a woman sprawled out on her husband’s bed as he asked her for a divorce, Marian Alford immediately knew there was nothing and no place for her in her marriage. The plan was to drink all night, forget her sorrows, but her life changed when she bumped into them—her husband’s best friends. She knew she shouldn’t want them, but she does, and when they touched her, sparks flew. Marian has no other choice but to submit to the four brothers, who were bound to ruin her in ways she never could have imagined.
view moreZEPHYR.The second Marian’s car disappears down the street, Tristan lets out a low whistle. “Never seen her that angry before. Do you think we pissed her off?”I look at him with a raised brow. Pissed her off? Our presence practically turned her hysterical, and even though I know the anger wasn’t caused by us, there is no denying that we triggered something.I nod, my jaw tight, blood already simmering with the need to destroy. “I think we did. She’s really angry.” Zayden says beside me, his voice calm but edged with steel.“But fuck, who can blame her? Married to that bastard Malcolm, anyone would snap eventually.” He adds, and the four of us agree with that.The new phone has the numbers of high-profile lawyers that we wanted her to contact, lawyers that would have helped her without question because we made sure they all knew who she was, we made sure they knew she would call them.Why didn’t she call them? Why must she feel the need to carry this burden alone? Why won’t she just l
MARIAN.“What the hell are you talking about?!” I demand, my voice sharper than the edge of broken glass, and my heart hammers against my ribs like it wants to punch its way out.These four towering, deliciously dangerous men leaning against that black car—Tristan with his easy smirk, Zephyr’s wicked grin, Aeron’s rough hunger burning in his eyes, and Zayden watching like a coiled predator—should make my thighs clench with filthy want.But right now, all I feel is the burn of exposure, the raw scrape of betrayal twisting in my gut after that pig of a lawyer just tore me apart inside.“You just happen to be in the neighborhood while I happen to be there at the exact same time?” I snap, glaring at Zephyr before turning my gaze to Aeron who grunts, and forces a smile before looking away.Even though their expression is a lot hard to read, I can barely tell what they’re thinking, but right now, I know they are hiding something. I know there is something that they’re not saying.“I’m going
MARIAN.The day dawns too bright, too normal. I dress in a simple blouse and skirt that hugs my hips just enough to remind me I’m still a woman with fire left in her, and I head out to another lawyer’s office across town.No one knows I’m here, not even Celine knows. I made sure of that.The lawyer is a man in his fifties, graying hair slicked back, sitting behind a massive oak desk like a king on his throne. I explain everything to him—Velmora, the transfer, Malcolm’s cheating, my plan to reclaim what’s mine.He doesn’t interrupt me, he actually listens which is more than any of these male lawyers had ever done for me. Maybe this is it, maybe he’ll help me instead of blaming me for my husband’s infidelity.He leans back, steepling his fingers, and I catch the condescending smile playing on his lips. My stomach sinks, and the hope I’d walked in with dies before he says another word.“Mrs. Whatever-your-name-is, let’s be realistic here. You handed everything over to your husband becaus
MARIAN.After reading the message, my heart sank like a stone dropped into the deepest part of the ocean. Nothing she can do to help me, not even all the evidence I’d provided can be used to help me.The words blur on the screen, but they burn into me anyway. My chest tightens, breath coming short and shallow as tears prick my eyes but I blink them back.Not now. Crying has never solved anything before.There has to be something. Anything. I can’t just sit here while everything I built slips away.I grab my new phone with trembling fingers. I haven’t finished setting it up, but I dial my lawyer’s number before I can second guess myself. I need to talk to her, I need to let her know that letting Malcolm walk away with everything I built isn’t something I’m willing to do.The line rings once, twice, and she picks up, her voice crisp and professional. “Hello?““Hi! Yes, it’s Marian.” I say, the words coming out of my mouth faster than I’d intended for them to, but I hear the shuffling so
MARIAN.My eyes grow wide at the sound of the voice, and I can hear my heart racing as if it’s desperately trying to tear through my ribs. My head still pounds, but the rest of my muscles feel relaxed, so I’m guessing the headache is because of how much whiskey I consumed.Running my fingers throug
MARIAN. The VIP section is quiet as I feel all four brother’s eyes on me. My body burns, and my grip around my clutch tightens so hard that my knuckles turn white, it’s almost as if it’s the only thing I’m looking to as an anchor. A low guttural laugh emanates from Zayden as he stands to his feet
MARIAN.For the umpteenth time, I toss the dress I am holding aside. It’s red, and it would have been perfect for a club outfit, but it’s too long, it’s the kind of dress worn to corporate events, and I’m not going to any corporate event.I want heads to turn the moment I walk in, I want the room t
MARIAN.“Let’s get a divorce, Marian.”My eyes widen, but not because of the statement, but because of how much thought he has put into getting a divorce.Well, at least that proves he’ll put effort into something if it means getting away from me—the woman who stuck with him for ten years, and hand

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