5.

MARIAN.

His eyes stay on me, and it feels as though I’m in a staring contest with him, a contest I know all too well that I’m going to lose, and true to that, I did not just blink, but I also looked away.

When he looks at me like that, I think in directions I shouldn’t. I start imagining things I know I shouldn’t, and it makes me feel like I’m not in control of my thoughts.

“Another thing I wouldn’t want is another man seeing you naked, but if that’s something you’re into, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He adds, the smile on his face taking an even greater shape.

My cheeks explode with heat. I glance down, and yes, I’m completely naked. My heavy breasts rise and fall with my quick breaths, nipples dark and stiff. Bruises in the shape of fingers decorate my hips and thighs.

My pussy is visibly swollen—I had no idea I could see that much from where I’m standing—the lips parted slightly like they’re still begging to be filled.

Despite the fact that they’d thoroughly cleaned me last night before I fell asleep, I can still smell the sex on my skin, and my knees nearly buckle from the filthy reminder.

“I wasn’t going to.” The words rush out of my mouth as I scramble back toward the bed, snatching up my dress from the floor. The fabric feels too thin, too revealing as I yank it over my head.

Zephyr watches every movement, his eyes devouring the way my tits jiggle when I pull it down, how the hem barely covers my ass. The tension between us feels thick, and the air zaps like electricity.

Fuck, I can feel his desire like a physical weight on every inch of my body, hot, heavy, and unrelenting. My body responds traitorously, my clit pulses, and more pussy juice leaks out, soaking my inner thighs.

“Well then, I’m leaving.” I say as I start walking back towards the door, but when I turn the knob, the door doesn’t budge. I turn the knob a few more times before resorting to aggression.

“What the fuck?” I mutter, ignoring the pair of eyes I can feel burning into the skin of my back as I bang on the door. I hear someone groan sleepily, and I know that if I keep going, Zayden and Aeron are bound to wake up.

So I stop hitting the door, and I smoothen my dress before turning to face Zephyr. He’s still smiling, and In all the years I’ve known this man, this is the most I’ve seen him smile.

He mostly looks unapproachable, he carries himself with the kind of aura that speaks before he opens his mouth, and yet, here he is, enjoying himself at my own detriment.

“Oh right, I forgot, you can’t leave without this.” He dangles a sleek black keycard between two fingers, holding it high above his head as I step closer.

“You can bang and twist and claw at the door, but it won’t move without this….” He says as he dangles the card in front of me. “You should know that.”

Without thinking twice, I lunge for Zephyr, and try to reach for the keycard, stretching up on my toes, but he’s so damn tall. My breasts brush against his bare chest, and the contact sends sparks straight to my core.

I can smell him, and he smells so delicious—clean sweat, expensive cologne, and raw male. My pussy clenches hard, remembering how his cock tasted when he fucked my throat.

My mind won’t stop replaying how he held my head down and flooded my stomach with thick ropes of cum while his brothers double-penetrated me, and fucked my nipples.

“Zephyr… give it to me.” I breathe, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. My voice comes out breathy, needy.

“Sure, bunny. You get whatever you want.” He says as he lowers it, and I let out a sigh of relief as I reach for it, but the bastard only lowers it enough for my fingertips to graze it before yanking it back with a wicked grin.

“But not so fast. I’ll hand it over, but only on one condition.” I want to believe he’s kidding, but the deadpan look he gives me makes it hard to believe that Zephyr is joking around.

“What condition?” I ask, taking a step back because there’s no telling what I’ll do if I maintain the little to no space between us.

“You have to agree right now that whenever we call, you come. No excuses. No hiding behind that pathetic husband of yours.” He replies, and my mouth hangs open, but Zephyr is not done talking.

“Your holes belong to us now. That tight little pussy, that greedy throat, even that perfect ass, we want access whenever the mood strikes.” He adds, and I laugh at first.

“You’re joking.”

“I’ve never been more serious, Marian.”

Silence settles in the space between us, and the air feels unbreathable as I look into his eyes. “I’m still married, Zephyr, and my husband is—”

“What did I just say?” He cuts in before I can finish talking. He dangles the keycard before me again. “Say yes, Marian. Say you’ll spread those legs for the Dreadmoor brothers like the hungry little slut you proved you are last night.”

His words hit me like a physical punch. My pussy gushes shamelessly, a fresh rivulet sliding down my leg.

I press my thighs together, trying to throttle the aching need, but it only makes my clit rub against itself, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through me.

I want it. God, I want to agree to it so badly, and not just when they call, I want it right now. I want them to bend me over right here, to feel Zephyr’s massive cock spearing into me while the others watch and stroke themselves.

I want to be their shared cum-dump again, screaming and squirting until I can’t think straight.

But Malcolm’s face flashes in my mind. His cruel laugh. His cheating. Still… These are his best friends. This is dangerous. Reckless. Wrong.

“I…. I don’t know.” I finally speak, finding my voice even though I’m stammering, and my voice is trembling. My nipples strain painfully against the thin dress.

My entire body feels electric, every bruise and ache from last night singing with dark pleasure. “You’re his friends. This shouldn’t—”

Zephyr steps closer, towering over me. His hand cups my jaw, thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. The touch is deceptively gentle, but his blue eyes burn with raw possession.

“Your pussy doesn’t seem confused, Sunshine. I can smell how wet you are right now. Bet if I slipped my fingers between those thighs, your juice would coat them instantly.” He tilts his head, eyes still on me.

He’s right. I’m throbbing, empty, desperate.

My mind spins with the filthy images of being passed between them again, mouths on my clit, cocks in every hole, their cum painting my skin. I want to drop to my knees and beg for it.

Zephyr’s voice drops even lower, brushing against my ear. “I’m waiting for your answer, Marian. Yes or no? Will you be our good little slut whenever we want?”

My heart hammers wildly. My pussy drips. I stand there frozen, my thighs slick with fresh arousal despite every word I force out. “This is wrong, Zephyr.” I whisper, my voice shaky but trying so hard to sound firm.

“What we did last night… It was a mistake. I don’t want to do it again.” The words taste like lies on my tongue because my pussy is still throbbing, still leaking down my inner thighs at the mere sight of him.

But I convince myself that this is the right thing to do, that things will be a lot less messy if the brothers weren’t so close with my husband.

A low, amused chuckle comes from the bed behind me. Tristan’s deep voice rolls out, lazy and dripping with dominance. “You lost the right to decide what’s right or wrong the second you begged all four of us to fuck you, Marian.”

“The moment you spread those pretty legs and let us double-stuff that greedy cunt while you gagged on cock. You don’t get to play innocent now, baby. Not after you squirted all over our dicks like a filthy little slut who couldn’t get enough.”

My throat feels as though there is a lump there, and my face burns so hot it hurts. I have no comeback. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Shame and raw lust twist together in my belly, making my clit pulse harder.

Zephyr steps closer, his bare chest brushing my breasts as he slips a sleek black card into my trembling hand.

His fingers linger, tracing my palm slowly, teasingly. “Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better, Bunny.” He murmurs, voice low and filthy against my ear.

“But we both know this tight little body is going to ache for us soon. You’ll come back. You’ll beg for all four of us to ruin you again.” He pulls back with a wicked grin, his eyes promising every filthy thing that I’m trying to deny.

I clutch the card, heart racing, pussy clenching around nothing. I want to run… but God, I already know he’s right. I know it’s a matter of time before I come begging for them.