All Chapters of The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ 🔞🔞🔞 MATURE CONTENT 🔞🔞🔞PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO INTENSE INTIMATE SCENES🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️Eve's scream was muffled by Silas's hand clamped over her mouth as Damon's fingers breached her from behind, stretching her in a way that made panic spike through her exhausted body."Shh," Silas murmured against her ear, his dark eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. "You can take it. You're going to take all of us. At the same time."Her eyes widened, a protest forming even as her treacherous body clenched around Damian's cock still buried deep in her pussy. She'd survived six weeks of their brutality, but this..."No," she tried to say against Silas's palm, the word coming out as a desperate whimper."Yes," Damian corrected, his voice cold steel as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. He held her immobile, impaled on him, while Damon worked another thick finger into her ass. "You signed a contract, little dancer. Your body belongs to us. A

Eve didn't sleep.She lay in bed staring at the water-stained ceiling of her apartment, watching shadows shift as cars passed on the street below. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt those watching gazes from the VIP section...intense, predatory, claiming her before she'd even signed anything.At 3 AM, she gave up and made coffee she didn't need. Her hands shook as she poured it, exhaustion and anxiety creating a toxic cocktail in her bloodstream."Two million dollars."The number felt surreal. Impossible. Like something from a dream that would evaporate in daylight.She pulled out her laptop and did what she should have done in Rick's office...researched the Blackwood brothers.The results were... extensive.Damian, Damon, and Silas Blackwood. Triplets, though not identical. Ages listed as twenty-nine, which meant they were six years older than her. They controlled the Northern Territory—a massive expanse of land that included three major cities and countless smaller towns. Thei

Eve spent the entire next day in a state of controlled panic.She went to the hospital in the morning, sat with her mother while Dr. Williams explained the treatment protocol. Margaret looked hopeful for the first time in months, talking about things she wanted to do when she was better...travel, finally finish her garden, maybe get a cat.Eve smiled and nodded and tried not to think about what she'd sold to make those dreams possible.By the time she returned to her apartment at 4 PM, her stomach was in knots. Three hours until the car arrived. Three hours until she met them.She stood in front of her closet, staring at her meager wardrobe with rising desperation. Dress appropriately, the email had said. What did that even mean?After twenty minutes of paralysis, she settled on a simple black dress...modest neckline, hem just above the knee. Professional but feminine. She paired it with low heels and minimal jewelry. Her makeup was careful and neutral, her dark hair pulled back in a

"You smell like fear."It wasn't an accusation. Just an observation. But it made Eve's cheeks flush with embarrassment and something else....something her body recognized before her mind could catch up."I'd be stupid not to be afraid," she said. "You have reputations.""Ah." Damon laughed. "She's done her research too. What did you hear, Eve? What stories did the other dancers tell you?"Eve's throat was dry. "That you're brutal. That women who spend time with you come back changed. That you don't do gentle.""All true," Damian confirmed. "Does that make you want to run?"Yes. "No.""Liar." But he didn't sound angry. If anything, he sounded... pleased. "You're afraid, but you're staying anyway. Because of your mother. Because two million dollars is worth six months of terror."It was too close to the truth. Eve looked away.Silas moved into her line of sight, forcing her to meet his dark eyes. "Look at us when we speak to you. That's the first rule."Eve's pulse jumped, but she met h

Damon's mouth closed around her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Combined with Damian's relentless assault between her legs, the pleasure was overwhelming.She was going to come. She couldn't hold it back. It was building too fast, too intense."Don't," Damian warned against her flesh, somehow sensing how close she was. "Hold it.""I can't," Eve sobbed, her body trembling with the effort of holding back."You can," Silas said firmly. "And you will. Because if you come without permission on your first night, we'll punish you in ways that will make you wish you'd had more control."The threat should have scared her. Instead, it sent another jolt of arousal through her system.What was wrong with her?Damian pulled back just enough to keep her on the edge without pushing her over. His fingers replaced his mouth, sliding inside her while his thumb worked her clit in slow circles."You taste sweet," he said, his gray eyes meeting hers. "Addictive. I could do this for hours.""