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INSATIABLE

I woke to the familiar warmth of Atlas. His room was dark. The mountain wind whistled against the window. I was curled against his chest, my cheek pressed to the steady beat of his heart. Safe.Sleep had been deep, dreamless. The exhaustion from earlier, from the taking, had finally pulled me under.Then the mattress shifted.A hand slid over my hip, firm and possessive. I blinked, still half-asleep, as his other arm curled around me from behind, pulling me flush against his body. His skin was hot. My bare back met his chest, and I felt the hard line of his cock already pressing against my lower spine."Good morning, Livia."His voice was a low rasp in my ear. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. A claim.I didn’t answer. My breath just caught, a sharp inhale as his hand moved from my hip to my stomach, then higher. His palm cupped my breast, his fingers finding my nipple in the dark. He squeezed, not hard, but with a deliberate pressure that made me arch into his touch. A

PUNISHMENT

I was sitting on Apollo’s lap, my back pressed against the solid wall that was his chest. His hand rested high on my thigh, his fingers inching dangerously close to my center, claiming me even as we talked business.Ares sat across from us, watching me with a hunger that hadn’t been sated by the dawn. Atlas, leaning back in his armchair, seemed satisfied, yet his eyes were busy undressing me with every blink."Do you know who planted the bomb yet?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite Apollo’s thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles against my inner thigh."Someone with a Russian accent called me five minutes before you did," Atlas answered, his voice a cool contrast to the heat in the room. "We’re still tracking the origin of the burner. They wanted us to know about the bomb. They wanted us to know it was them.""What about Ghost and Gunn? Have they been tracked down?""No," Apollo answered from behind me, his breath ghosting over my ear. "The last location we pinged was

DOMINANT

The slap echoed in the cold, silent gym. A sharp crack that seemed to linger in the air.My body jolted, a gasp tearing from my lips. The sting was instant, a hot, bright pain that bloomed across my exposed ass. But it was the second slap, the one against my wet, bare pussy, that sent a shockwave through my entire system. It wasn’t just pain. It was a brutal connection to the most sensitive part of me.The flesh throbbed, a deep, aching pulse that synced with the clenching heat in my core.Ares’s hand remained where it had struck, his palm resting heavily against my heated skin. He didn’t move it. The weight of it was a brand."Sloppy," he growled, his voice vibrating through me where I lay draped over his lap. "You know the price."I knew. My face burned with humiliation, but my thighs trembled with something else entirely. The cool basement air kissed my exposed skin, but my inner flesh was a furnace. I could feel how wet I was becoming. I was sore from the night before, from A

APOLLO'S REWARD

The sting on my ass from Ares's punishment was still a faint memory as I ran, my breath coming in sharp bursts. The five-mile route he'd demanded led through the mountain trails behind the safehouse. I pushed myself, legs burning but this was a walk in the park compared to high school. I was state champion in my final year. It felt different now. Running. Because this wasn't for a medal. It was for them. To prove I could endure.I reached the front of the house, and found Apollo leaning against a wooden pillar, a lazy smirk on his lips. He watched me approach, his eyes tracking my every movement."You're fast," he said, his voice carrying a note of approval.I slowed to a walk, my chest heaving. "I found a way to get us home," he told me, pushing off the wall. "A clean route. No tails."Hope surged in me. I smiled, a real smile that felt strange on my face after the morning's intensity. I didn't think. I just moved.I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He

EARNED IT

The hum of the engine was a low, rhythmic vibration that pulsed through the seat and into my tired bones. I was resting my head on Ares's lap, the rough fabric of his trousers a strange comfort against my cheek. We had left the safe house a few hours ago. We were on the highway, on our way to God knows where.The silence in the car was heavy, but not suffocating. It was the silence of a pack returning from a hunt. Apollo’s hands were steady on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead of us as he navigated the traffic with a precision that bordered on aggressive. Every few minutes, I’d feel Ares’s fingers comb through my hair. A subconscious gesture of possession that reminded me I was still his, even in the silence.The car finally slowed, the tires crunching over expensive gravel before coming to a smooth stop. I sat upright slowly, my muscles protesting the movement. My body was a map of the last forty-eight hours. The faint sting of burns on my arm, the deep, lingering ac

LIABILITY

The morning light was a cruel, sharp intrusion, slicing through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the master suite. I woke up not to the sound of birds or the city hum, but to the rhythmic thrum of two heartbeats that weren't my own. I was pinned, lying between Ares and Apollo. My body felt like it belonged to someone else. Heavy, over-sensitized, and thoroughly claimed. They had fucked me until sleep finally claimed me yesterday. They had made me orgasm over and over again until my voice was a rasp and my muscles were liquid. Even now, I could still feel them. Their cocks were still nestled deep inside me. Apollo claimed my pussy while Ares was anchored in my ass. I tried to shift, to find a breath of air that didn't smell like their expensive cologne, but the movement was useless. Apollo’s arm was a heavy bar of iron across my waist, pulling me tighter against his chest. Behind me, Ares’s hand was a firm, possessive weight on my left breast, his fingers digging in just enough

MAFIA MAN

ATLAS"Vicente, shift that crate three inches to the left!" I roared, my voice echoing off the metal walls of the loading dock. Vicente didn't flinch. He knew me too well. He simply signaled the crane operator, and the last massive crate of MoonDrop slid into place with a heavy thud. This was the final batch. The Italians had already wired the upfront payment. Eight figures of clean, untraceable capital. The Japanese cartel had followed suit an hour later. Apollo was already moving that capital through a few offshore accounts, turning blood money into legitimate corporate growth. So far, everything was going down smoothly. This particular shipment was destined for Brazil. This was a massive play, one that would cement our influence across the southern hemisphere. People always underestimated me. My brothers were the faces of the Graves empire. Apollo, the ruthless leader and Ares, the notorious sniper. I was the normal one. The one with the innocent face. I had no special

LOYALTY

When Apollo gave me permission to use his computer, he thought he was throwing a bone to a caged animal. He thought I'd be looking up interior design for our new home. Making the final arrangements for the ball.He was wrong. The first thing I did was contact Atlas through an encrypted channel we'd established weeks ago. A ghost line that even his brothers didn't monitor. I called in a favor with a contact I'd kept hidden since my days at the camp.I wanted Ace and Larkyn to feel what I had to feel. To burn the way I did. I wanted them to experience the same panic that the triplets felt when they realized I was gone. I wanted them to choke on the grief of a missing heir. I would make them pay. The Russians were next on my list. They were a target I intended to systematically dismantle until there was nothing left but ash. And then, the final boss. I'd have to face Ghost. And Gunn. To think, Gunn used to be the only real friend I thought I had. He was the one person who knew

NORMAL

The digital clock on my bedside table glowed a bright shade of neon green. 3:00 AM. The glass house was silent, and the tension of the fight I had with Apollo and Ares still lingered. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the face of a father I didn't want. I saw Ghost, how he's probably laughing at me right this second.I grabbed my phone before sending Atlas a text.Livia: Get the car ready. I need to leave.His reply was instant. Atlas: Out front in two.I pulled on an oversized black sweatshirt and matching joggers, an outfit that hid the princess they wanted me to be. I stepped out of my room, moving as quietly as possible. I’d spent years sneaking out of my childhood home, knew exactly where not to step, so the floorboards wouldn't creak underfoot.These concrete floors are child's play. I slipped down the staircase, past the kitchen where I'd been "locked down" just hours ago, and out the front door.The cool night air hit my face as soon as I stepped outsi

BLOOD & WATER

Atlas and I stepped back into the glass house, my hands wrapped around his arm.Ares was already up. He was sitting on a barstool at the kitchen counter, the rising sun glinting against the amber liquid in his glass. He was drinking whiskey at seven in the morning, his shoulders hunched in a way that suggested he hadn't slept a wink. Atlas didn't stop to stare. He simply gave his brother a curt nod and made his way upstairs to take a shower. I, however, couldn't just walk past. I went into the kitchen, my footsteps silent on the marble. I wrapped my arms around Ares from behind before settling my chin on his shoulder. He smelled like pine and clean linen, a grounded scent that made my remaining anger disappear."You're back," he noted, his voice gravelly."I am," I said. I reached around him, pouring myself a finger of the same whiskey. I just slid onto the countertop, sitting right in front of him."Day drinking?" I asked, my eyebrows knitting together as I watched him swirl th

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