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He landed between Dominic and the masked man, his combat knife glinting in the moonlight. "You're late, brother," Killian spat, his gaze flickering to me for a split second—a look of such intense, terrifying longing it made me shiver. "I told you... I’m the one who collects the debt." Three monsters. One room. And I was the only thing standing between them and the secret that could topple the world. I reached for the laptop, but the masked man kicked it across the floor. "Enough!" the masked man shouted, ripping off his mask.

His jaw was tight, and his hands were clenched tightly. “I know you want me,” I continued, leaning in closer. “I can see it in your eyes. You liked how we spoke online. You liked being my Dom. You liked telling me how you’d use my body. You liked it when I called you Sir and begged for your cock. You can’t tell me you don’t still want to bend me over and fuck the hell out of me.” “No!” Alaric snapped, his voice getting loud. “That’s enough, Mason. Just… stop talking.”

I had to. Morgan’s house smelled like always—leather, engine oil, and that faint masculine scent that always went straight to my dick. I let myself in with the spare key and found him in the master bedroom, propped up against the headboard wearing nothing but a black sweatpants. His chest was broad and dusted with dark hair, glistening with a light sheen of fever sweat. Even sick, he looked unfairly hot. Those muscular arms, and the outline of the monster beneath his sweats even with the sheets covering it.… I forced my eyes up to his face.

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Daniel stood behind his large mahogany desk, pants around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his thick cock into a woman bent over the desk. She was a petite blonde, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties ripped aside, her breasts spilling out of her blouse as they pressed against the polished wood. Her face was turned toward me, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.

The woman looked down at her ruined clothes before slowly lifting her head toward me. “YOU?!” Before I could even respond, another voice suddenly echoed through the room. A deep voice. Cold. Familiar. “What’s happening here?” The woman immediately turned. “Colen...”

The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and he was fully clothed, but the woman in front of him wasn’t. She was in a red two-piece lingerie set, kneeling in front of him as he watched her. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. I could only see her back as she threw her bra to the side. I expected the man to go feral, but he didn’t. He looked bored, but I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure because he had a black mask over his entire face. All I could see was his hair. When he looked up, I nearly gasped. He had the lightest gray eyes that made me feel like he was watching me. I didn’t know if it was a one-way glass wall, but it felt like he was staring right into my soul.

The kitchen felt too bright, too exposed, my naked lower half still slick and trembling from Mason’s cock. Madison’s eyes were wild, but not with the rage I expected. There was heat there. Dark, possessive heat. “I told you,” she said, voice low and steady, “if you want this… we are family. No secrets. No hiding.” She turned to Mason, who stood frozen, cock still hard and glistening. In one fluid motion, she stripped his suit jacket off, then ripped his shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her hands moved to his belt, freeing him completely. Then she shed her own clothes, standing naked and confident, her body a mature mirror of the hunger I felt.

Out of all people, why would she randomly mention Bryan? Bryan Samuel is Brandon's closest companion. They have been friends since childhood. Along with Sky Alberto, Anthon Gabriel, and Steven Sebastian, they form a group called the '5 Gold Pillars'. I have heard that this is the name they gave themselves as they grew up. They have been through a lot together and are more like brothers than friends. They would do anything for each other, especially Bryan. He plays a paternal role in their group. Despite all of them being billionaires and the most eligible bachelors in the world, Bryan is the richest and most influential among them. He is a TRILLIONAIRE!

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.

I laughed when I saw the Darth Vader’s head on the shelf next to me. “Sure, laugh. Then it’ll be my turn to laugh at you...” My man passed by me and knelt in front of the bed to get a suitcase from under it. “This was left by Alex's men earlier.” He explained sitting on the bed to open it “There are personal hygiene products and some clothes.” He handed me a t-shirt knowing that I only slept in it and my underwear. “I think you should leave me a short too.” I observed uncomfortably “I don't think I should sleep so unprotected.”