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Jace didn’t wait for permission a second time.He closed the distance in two steps, one hand sliding into my hair, the other settling low on my hip like he’d already decided it belonged there. His mouth found mine—hot, deliberate, nothing like the hurried kisses Marcus and I had been trading for months. I made a small sound against his tongue and felt him smile into it.Marcus stayed by the door. I could feel his eyes on us the entire time.Jace walked me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. He broke the kiss only long enough to look down at the black lace, the garter straps, the way the thong was already soaked through. “Fuck,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then his hands were everywhere—cupping my breasts through the thin cups, thumbs dragging over my nipples until they peaked hard, sliding down to grip my ass and pull me against the solid length of him.I could feel how hard he was. Thick. Already straining against his jeans.“Bedroom,” Marcus said, voice rough. “I want to s

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes I felt the press of Dr. Voss’s hands again—firm, careful, too warm against my skin through that ridiculous paper gown. By morning I had talked myself into believing it was just nerves. Just a good-looking man doing his job. Nothing more.I had almost convinced myself by the time I pulled into my mother’s driveway the next afternoon.Her house always smelled like lemon polish and the expensive candles she burned when she was trying to impress someone. Today the scent was stronger than usual. I let myself in with my key, calling out as I toed off my shoes.“Mom? I brought the salad you asked for—”I stopped short in the entryway.There were two sets of men’s dress shoes by the door. One pair I didn’t recognize. And hanging on the coat rack was a familiar white coat, neatly folded over a dark blazer.My stomach dropped.“In the kitchen, sweetheart!” my mother’s voice rang out, bright and almost giddy. “Come meet Elias properly. He got home earl

Two weeks.That was how long we managed to keep it contained to stolen hours in hotel rooms and frantic texts that made my stomach flip every time my phone lit up. Two weeks of Elias fucking me like he was trying to memorize the shape of my body before the world took it away. Two weeks of me coming home with bite marks hidden under turtlenecks and the scent of him still between my thighs.It was never going to last.The night everything cracked open started with a simple dinner invitation from my mother.“Elias and I want to celebrate,” she said over the phone, voice bright. “The wedding planning is officially underway. Just the three of us. My two favorite people.”I almost said no.Instead I showed up in a soft black dress that clung to every curve Elias had already mapped with his mouth, heart hammering like I was walking into an execution.The house smelled like roasted garlic and my mother’s favorite red wine. She greeted me with a hug and a glass already poured. Elias stood at t

The door opened. Warm air and the low murmur of male voices spilled out. Someone took my coat. Cool hands guided me forward, then pressed me down onto what felt like a padded table or low platform in the center of the room. Leather cuffs buckled around my wrists, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind me I wasn’t in control anymore. My ankles were spread and secured next. The position left me open, on display, the cool air kissing every inch of exposed skin.I could hear them moving around me.Four distinct sets of footsteps.Four different breathing patterns.One of them spoke first—voice deep, older, threaded with quiet authority.“She’s prettier than the photos.”Another voice, younger, rougher: “Fuck. Look at her. Already trembling.”A third, smoother: “She’s soaked. I can see it from here.”The fourth stayed silent, but I felt the weight of his stare like a physical touch.Fingers—calloused, large—traced the edge of my bra, then hooked under the fabric and pulled it down

They didn’t let me leave when the first round ended.I sat on the edge of the platform on trembling legs while they cleaned me with warm, damp cloths—almost gentle, almost careful—only to start touching me again the second my skin was rinsed clean. My father-in-law’s hand stayed possessive on the back of my neck. Marcus stood between my thighs, two fingers idly stroking through the mess of cum and arousal still leaking out of me. Tyler and Daniel watched with dark, satisfied eyes, already stroking themselves back to hardness.“We’re not done with you,” my father-in-law said simply. “Not even close.”He kissed me then—slow, deep, claiming—while Marcus pushed three fingers inside my cunt and curled them. I moaned into the older man’s mouth, hating how easily my body opened for them again. The live-feed light still glowed green in the corner. Somewhere, strangers were watching my husband’s bloodline pass me around like a shared toy.They moved me to the large bed in the corner of the roo