King Alyssa's body trembles beneath me as I press into her, inch by inch, savoring the warmth that wraps around me like home. She's sore—I can feel it. Niko and Mason fucked the hell out of her. But she takes me anyway, her nails digging into my back, her moans threading through the air like a melody meant only for my ears. I bury my nose in her throat, drinking in her scent—sweet and intoxicating as always, even laced with sweat and cum clinging to her skin. Her body doesn't just accept me; it molds to me, holding on like I'm all she needs. But I can also feel my brothers inside her still, the slickness of their combined seed, hot and thick, clinging to her walls. Fuck. The sensation damn near makes me come on the spot. "They filled you up so good, didn't they, kitten?" My voice is a low, rough growl that comes from somewhere deep inside me. It isn't even about pleasure right now—it's about making sure she feels every fucking word I can't get out. I watched the way sh
Mason "Did last night feel different to anyone else?" Niko asks, his voice tinged with concern as he lazily stirs protein shakes for himself and King. I'm at the table with Zuri, who's giggling as I help her cut up her eggs. Eggs and sausage seemed like an easy meal, considering we'll likely be out all morning. It still blows my mind that I told King about what happened—about how I thought I was going through some type of bi-awakening or something. Or maybe he's right. Maybe I was just hornier than I thought and seeing him and Niko fuck just set me off. But does that really explain why my cock twitched watching Niko lick my cum off Alyssa's hand? Damn. I planned to take it to my grave, but it felt good to talk to King about it. I didn't feel like such a freak after, and maybe one day, when I'm a lot fucking braver, I'll take him on his offer of exploring whatever the hell that was. "Different how?" I ask Niko, biting into a piece of sausage. Zuri mirrors me, grinning,
Alyssa "Oh my gosh, there you are, Alyssa!" Ashley squeals, throwing her arms around me before Chelsea follows suit, squeezing me just as tightly. As soon as I stepped out of the car, they were already waiting for me in front of the clubhouse, surrounded by the bikers quickly filling the parking lot for today's event. Seeing my friends again feels so damn good, even if this isn't just a reunion. It's a plan, a strategy. If things go south today with Isaac, they'll be the ones running with my daughter to safety. "Who is he?" Chelsea's question snaps me out of my thoughts, her gaze flickering over my shoulder. I don't need to turn around to know who she's talking about. War's presence looms, sharp and unsettling, like a thorn embedded in my side. He's been babysitting me since Gray called the guys inside, and while I still don't understand why he's here, I'm relieved he rode his own bike. If I had to ride in the car with him, I would've lost my shit. I'd rather have Loga
Alyssa "Let's ride!" Gray's commanding voice booms through the parking lot, drawing a cheer from the crowd of bikers. King helps me onto the back of his bike, his hands firm but careful. I slide into place, my arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. His scent—leather with a hint of spice—wraps around me, and I bite my lip against the heat stirring deep in my core. Engines roar to life around us, the sound vibrating through my chest and sending goosebumps racing over my skin. As we take off behind Dave, Gray, and Niko, the others fall into formation, a unified force rumbling through the streets. We take a scenic route out of town, and I'm momentarily mesmerized by the blur of rich autumn colors. The crisp autumn air fills my lungs, and for a fleeting moment, I allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, today will be okay. Isaac can't be stupid enough to show his face with this much firepower around me. But the tension in my chest refuses to fade. All I can t
Alyssa The sight of Isaac sends an icy chill racing through me, like shards of glass piercing my skin. It feels like I can't fucking breathe, and I instinctively step closer to King, clutching his jacket like it's the only thing keeping me upright. His body stiffens in response, a dark energy rising within him as he positions himself in front of me, shielding me from my husband's view. Niko and War shift, their bodies taut with the same protective force radiating off King. After sending Christine inside with two of his men, Gray's voice cuts cold as steel as he addresses the police, "What can we help you with, officers?" A grizzled, older man with a stoic face steps forward, his hand resting on the holster of his gun. His eyes flicker nervously between us. "Mr. Carter requested a civil escort to speak with his wife." Wife. The word twists in my gut, making me want to vomit again. I shake my head, forcing my voice to steady. "I'm not his wife anymore." "Wrong. We're still
Alyssa Isaac's gaze rakes over me, his mouth twisting with disgust. I know exactly what he's thinking. Tight clothes, makeup—things he always despised. Not because he cared about how I looked, but because I wasn't what he wanted. I realize now that no matter how hard I tried back then, I'd never be 6'2", muscular, and hung like a goddamn horse ready to shove my cock into his ass and mouth—you know, like the fantasies he hates himself for. I cross my arms over my chest, forcing my tone calm despite the malice burning beneath. "I thought you said we don't bring the law into family matters." His head tilts, a razor-sharp smile cutting across his face. "That's before you ran off with my daughter, tried to hit me with a fucking car and hid behind a bunch of thugs for months." He says the word "thugs" like a curse, daring me to react. "I didn't kidnap Zuri," I snap, my voice rising despite trying to remain calm. "You said you'd kill me. Bury me where no one would ever find me
Gray When Alyssa looks at me, I already know what's running through her head. Her eyes plead with me, but behind that desperation is a determination I've never seen before. She's going to sacrifice herself. Whatever bullshit he's feeding her has wormed its way into her brain, convincing her that she has no other choice and going with him is the only way to protect her child. I can't let it happen. I know I made her a promise, but now, watching her stare down the devil himself, I can't go through with it. If I let her walk away with him, King will fucking kill me—and I won't even fight back because I'll deserve it. Even worse than that, I'll have to live with myself knowing that I failed her. Again. Isaac's playing his hand perfectly, like the smug, manipulative asshole he is. Dragging the law into this was a bitch move, and he knows it. He's got just enough leverage to make Alyssa think she's cornered, but what he doesn't know is that we can play just as dirty. Wha
Nikolai King doesn't take my offer of letting me help him calm down. Instead, he just destroys the meeting room. I watch in tense silence, swirling a glass of whiskey, the sound of his fists slamming against the walls ringing in my ears. Fuck. Every second we're in here while Alyssa's out there with him feels like a thousand knives twisting in my gut. But King? He's on a rampage, tearing through the room like the fucking Hulk. Gray was right—King would've ended up arrested or killed out there, and I can't lose him. The only reason I'm okay letting the woman I love be out there without us is because I know Gray and War aren't going to let anything happen to her. I cringe as King destroys Gray's chair. Yeah, Gray's not gonna love that, but it's better than King pummeling Isaac like this in front of the cops. We already know King's never been one to have control over his emotions, but when it comes to Alyssa? It's a hundred times worse. Each punch King throws is an explo
Alyssa I wake up at 5 a.m., my nerves already prickling with anticipation. Marina will be here soon, and even though I'm not entirely sure what this meeting will entail, I know I need to look presentable. The weight of what's ahead presses down on me, making the early hour feel even heavier. The warm water steams over me as I lather soap on my washcloth, trying to clear my mind. What questions will Marina ask? How much does she already know? Gray must have filled her in on some of the mess that is my marriage, but will she look at me differently once she knows everything? Will she see me as just another broken, naive woman who made bad decisions, or will she understand the depths of Isaac's cruelty? The thought twists my stomach in knots. When I met her yesterday, her piercing gaze made me feel both small and seen at the same time. She exudes confidence and control—the kind of person who could break someone with just a word. But will she really be able to stop Isaac's plan
Alyssa After a few hours of sleep, I wake up to find Niko and Mason's bodies pressed against me, but King is nowhere to be found. For a moment, I wonder if he had a job or something, but I'm sure he would've woken me up to tell me before he left. I slip out of bed and check on Zuri, my feet light on the floor as I move through the quiet house. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I head downstairs. The low glow of the lamp in the living room casts long shadows. That's when I see him—King. His tall, solid silhouette sits in his chair, a drink in hand. By the tension in his posture, I can tell that something's wrong. Wrapping my silk black robe tighter around me, I cross the room silently and sink into his lap. My arms slip around his neck, and I bury my face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He hums softly, the low, gravelly rumble of his voice breaking the silence. "What are you doing awake, kitten?" I let my fingers trace the curve of his jaw, th
King I gaze at Alyssa's ass in awe. It's bright red, covered in tiny welts and marks from the flogger, but neither Niko nor I broke the skin. Good. She should heal fast. With fifteen strokes to go, I've decided these final ones will break her—not physically, but emotionally. She needs it. Not just because of the shit she pulled today, but because I can see it in her eyes, in the way she's holding herself together too tightly. She's ready to shatter, and she's trusting us to help her do it. Bent over Mason's lap with the side of her face pressed to the couch, she waits patiently for the sting of the flogger to come. She breathes in shallow gasps, her body arching just enough to beckon the next strike, a silent plea written in the curve of her spine. I drop the flogger on the coffee table and trail my hand from the nape of her neck all the way down to her reddened ass. Her entire body shivers, and my chest constricts. In moments like this, I feel most in control—of myself and t
Alyssa I can't believe this. I'm draped over Mason's lap, my ass bared and stinging as King flogs me, while Niko brushes his fingers lightly up and down my back. I've never been this scared and aroused with them before. Maybe because I never expected them to actually spank me. Even with my safe word perched on the tip of my tongue, ready to end this all, I don't stop them. Instead, I count each strike of the flogger, gripping onto the steady rhythm to keep myself grounded. King moves with deliberate control, his strokes confident and precise, alternating between my cheeks. Each hit is delivered with escalating intensity, forcing me to toe the delicious line between pain and pleasure. The next strike shatters through me, a bolt of heat that sizzles across my skin and settles like molten lava between my legs. I can tell my body doesn't know whether to resist it or chase this sensation. "Twelve," I whimper, my legs shaking and sweat slicking my skin. "I'm about to come, Da
Mason Alyssa gazes at me, her eyes wide and trusting. The sight hits me hard, a wave of protectiveness washing over me. If today had gone differently, she wouldn't be here right now. She'd be dead. Beaten to death by her husband. I was so upset I couldn't even speak to her when King and Niko told me she was going to leave with Isaac. Then, after Gray got arrested, she ran off without telling any of us. I know King's chastising himself, thinking that if he had been more in control of his own emotions, if Niko and he had been out to stop her, they could've prevented this. But the truth is, there was no way in hell any of us would've kept our cool around that asshole without getting arrested ourselves. Even Gray couldn't keep it together. But it's not like I can say I'm not glad he defended Alyssa—for fucking once since she's been back. It was a long time coming. In King's office, we discussed how we should punish her. King was adamant that he wanted to make sure we don't ca
Alyssa My pulse skyrockets as Niko reaches for the sharp knife on the table, kneeling down in front of me. I remain perfectly still as he brings the blade to my shirt, slicing it open in one swift movement. The sound of fabric tearing echoes in the room. He rips it from my shoulders like it's made of paper, leaving my chest exposed to the cool air. "Fuck," he hisses under his breath. His hands knead my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples. The sensation makes my breath hitch, and I bite my lip to stifle a needy moan. This is a punishment—I'm not supposed to show that I like it. Still, the thought crosses my mind that maybe he'll push further, just to test me. His sea-blue eyes glimmer with wicked amusement as they rake over my body. Without hesitation, he grabs the waistband of my shorts and panties, removing them with another precise slice of the blade. Fully naked and on my knees, the tension in the room shifts dramatically. I can feel their gaze burning
Alyssa The rumble of engines fades, leaving behind an almost deafening silence. The second everyone else is gone, Niko steps forward and pulls me into his arms. His grip is tight, almost crushing, as though he's afraid I might slip away. "What the fuck were you thinking, sweet girl?" His voice cracks, low and raw with emotion. His fingers tremble as they comb through my hair. "He would've killed you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, as if he's trying to anchor himself, though his next words are steel-sharp. "I swear, If I ever call you and you don't answer again, I'll spank your ass raw. Right in front of your brother." Before I can answer, King's deep hum slices through the air. "Maybe I should've done that. Is that what you wanted, kitten? For me to humiliate you in front of your brother?" His large hand suddenly grips the back of my hair, snapping my head back. His eyes are amber flames that burn me from the inside out. "Answer me." "No, Daddy," I whisper, my voice t
Alyssa King's boots thud heavily against the asphalt as he stalks towards me, his expression carved from stone. The tension in the air is palpable, coiling tighter with each step he takes. Niko follows closely behind, his face a shade darker but no less intimidating. My breath catches in my chest, and my fingers fidget at my sides as I brace for their wrath. They're both lions stalking a prey that's cornered. Me. A paralyzed little gazelle. I try to gather bravado, but my legs tremble, threatening to give out. King's silence as he closes the distance is somehow worse than words. Beside him, Niko's mouth twists into a cruel smile. "Alyssa." His gravelly voice sends a warning that's impossible to ignore. I plaster on the sweetest, most innocent smile I can muster. "Nikolai." His pupils dilate at the sound of his full name. Point one for me. Maybe I can seduce my way out of this. "Does your phone not work?" he asks, his voice sharp, his eyes daring me to lie. "I bel
Alyssa I can't believe I'm doing this. I took the car after Gray was arrested, not bothering to tell the guys. Now Logan's in the passenger seat, and Christine's sitting quietly behind him. I've pulled the seat in close, gripping the wheel tight as I weave through traffic like a woman possessed. I know I shouldn't have taken off the way I did, but something inside me needed to feel in control again. Especially after the day I've had. I haven't driven since the day I escaped Isaac, and...it just feels good. Besides, I shouldn't feel guilty anyway. I'm a grown-ass woman, and technically, King bought this car for me, so really, I'm not doing anything wrong, right? But even as I tell myself that, the guilt gnaws at me. I know the guys are going to be furious with me anyway. I'm in serious trouble, and the thought fills me with a mix of apprehension and a strange thrill. I still can't believe Gray punched Isaac in the face, and I'm pretty sure he broke his nose. There was blood ev