Alyssa "Congratulations, Alyssa. I hope you and Isaac are very happy together," Mom says, her voice tender with emotion as she pulls me into a tight embrace. "Thanks, mom." I give her a gentle yet firm squeeze, afraid that if I let go, she'll fall or something. She's too sick to be standing up right now, but she's always been a strong, very stubborn woman. She'd never let anyone here see that she's unwell. After I eventually release her, Gray, my ever-watchful brother, carefully takes her arm, and helps her into a chair. "Grayson, I can seat myself," she protests, a playful defiance in her eyes as she gives him a mock glare. He smiles warmly. "I know you can, Mom," he murmurs, planting a kiss on her forehead before turning to me. "If your husband ever hurts you, I'll shove my foot so far up his ass he can taste it." By the tone in his voice, he absolutely means it. But he has nothing to worry about. I laugh and kiss my brother on the cheek. "No need t
Alyssa Niko isn't as much of an asshole as King, but he still makes it his mission to piss me off. He's a little smaller and less muscular than King, with spiky, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Like usual, he wears a blue bandanna around his head, even dressed in a black suit. Mason, on the other hand, is of medium height with a slender frame. He's a redhead with tapered hair, green eyes, and thick-rimmed glasses. He's probably the chillest out of the bunch, never wanting to get his hands dirty. But just because he's associated with them, I hate him too. I roll my eyes. "Fantastic, just what I needed. The full set of my brother's annoying-ass friends." Niko chuckles, his voice laced in amusement. "So mean for no reason, Alyssa. We're just looking out for you, sis." "If you were looking out for me, you wouldn't be tormenting me all the damn time," I retort, crossing my arms as I glare at them. King takes another drag of his cigarette, his intense gaze neve
*Three years later* Alyssa "Open this fucking door, Alyssa!" Isaac barks, banging on the bedroom door with a force that rattles the hinges. With my heart pounding, I scoop up Zuri from her crib, and slip on the small pair of noise-cancelling headphones over her tiny ears. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Mommy's going to get us out of here," I whisper, my voice trembling as I brush my cheek against hers, drawing comfort from her innocent warmth. I warned him. I warned him that the first time he ever hit me in front of our daughter that, it would be over. But he didn't listen. Tonight, he hit me so hard that I almost fell on top of her while she was sitting on the floor. That was the last fucking straw. I've endured his anger and frustration time and time again, but I can't allow Zuri to grow up thinking this is okay. Even if she's only seven months old and might not remember it, I never wanted her to see that. I'm sorry, babe. I promise it will never happen again. I brought
King I never thought Alyssa Bennett would reach out to me. For her to be that desperate, I guess she finally got tired of her piece-of-shit husband. It's been a while since I've driven anything other than my bike, but when she called, I pulled my truck out of its resting place in the garage. I park beside the red car on the side of the road, the sun starting to set on the horizon. Alyssa immediately jumps out of the driver's seat and rushes to the rear. First, she grabs a diaper bag, then a car seat. I squint to make sure I'm seeing it right. Yeah, it's a fucking car seat. Stepping out of my truck, I offer to help with her bag. I watch as she secures the car seat in my backseat. I didn't know what to expect, but a real baby, dressed in a pink onesie and making little noises, wasn't it. Maybe it's her niece or something, I wonder silently. It's been three years since I last saw Alyssa, and she's really grown up. I'm not sure if it's for the better or worse. She look
Alyssa Leaving Zuri in the car with King wasn't my first choice, but I have a lot of shit to get and so little time. The diaper bag could only hold so much, but I stuffed what I could in it before I left. Now, I need to get the rest of her necessities that will at least last a little while. Isaac will freeze my accounts soon, and I'll be cut off from any money. I can't even check the app because I ditched my phone in the car to avoid being tracked. I dash through the aisles, grabbing a travel crib, two boxes of diapers and wipes, a variety of pouched baby food, and a few cans of formula. My heart thunders in my chest as I make my way to the register. Thanks to Isaac, I know how to grab what I need and carry my ass. I tap my card against the reader, praying it works. It declines. A wave of anxiety and dread crash over me. Fuck. He has already frozen them. Panic sets in. What the fuck am I going to do now? "Ma'am, do you have money to pay? If not, I can hold the items for you," th
TW: Sexual Coercion Alyssa After Zuri falls asleep, I place her in the new crib that I moved to King's office. It's peaceful and calm in there, and I didn't want to wake her if Gray happens to call in the middle of the night. I doubt I'll be going to sleep any time soon anyway, there's too much on my mind. King finally emerges from upstairs into the living room, dressed in a black t-shirt that clings too tightly to his muscular frame and a pair of loose, grey sweatpants. His steps are nearly silent on the wooden floor as he makes his way to the kitchen. I hear a cabinet open and the soft clinking of glasses. Moments later, he reappears with two glasses filled with dark, amber liquid. King silently hands me one of the glasses, his fingers brushing mine briefly before he settles into the armchair opposite me. I bring the glass to my nose and sniff: whisky. It's been a long time since I've tasted alcohol and I definitely need some after what happened today, so I take a tentative sip.
Alyssa "Holy-" The air is forced from my lungs as King's huge cock stretches me painfully. Isaac was nowhere near this big. Frankly, no one should be this big. There was a rumor that went around our high school when he was a senior that he once sent a girl to the hospital because of how huge his dick was. I thought it was a bunch of bullshit, a rumor that King must've started himself, but I was very, very wrong. "Fuck," King growls, pausing his movements as he fills me to the hilt. "If you didn't have a kid, I would swear you're a goddamn virgin. How is this pussy so tight?" All I can do is whimper in response, my body trembling with the strain of accommodating him. Maybe it's because Isaac hasn't had sex with me since I got pregnant with Zuri. He said he wasn't attracted to my body anymore, that I needed to lose weight. But how could I do that knowing he was tracking my every move? Besides, I could never leave our daughter alone with him. "Is my dick too big for you, little kitte
KingFuck. I've never felt pussy this damn good in my entire existence.I can tell she hasn't been fucked properly in a long time. Probably never.It's a shame she hasn't felt the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure before now. But I will show her what her body truly craves.Gripping the back of her neck, I drive into her tight pussy, each thrust fueling my obsession. I knew she'd agree to my bet. She's always been competitive, and in the past, she's beaten me. But she won't win tonight. I wasn't kidding when I said I would make her fucking scream and she'll enjoy every second of it."That's it. Take my cock like a good little slut," I coo."Fuck yo-"I smack her ass, and she lets out a surprised yelp. "Gray really fucked up raising you, huh?" I lean forward to whisper in her ear. "Seems like he didn't teach you a thing about respecting your elders. But that's okay, kitten. I'll train you to be a good girl for me."Sucking her earlobe into my mouth, I feel her pussy gush. Fuck, she'
WARNING: This chapter is a little unhinged. Proceed with caution! King Holy. Fucking. Shit. Watching my kitten rip out tooth after tooth, I feel like my dick's about to implode. I didn't expect her to want to play tonight, but I should've known better. She's full of surprises—always has been. Blood splatters her face and clothes as she plunks each tooth onto the table, the metallic clink echoing in the room. She doesn't flinch, doesn't waver—just focuses on her work, the need for revenge fueling each movement. Drenched in the chaos she's created, she looks like a violent goddamn masterpiece. My chest swells, and the ache in my cock becomes unbearable. How the hell am I not supposed to fuck the shit out of her when she's like this? Niko and Mason will hardly believe their ears when I tell them just how perfect our girl is. As I continue observing from the sidelines, Phillips' screams ricochet off the walls, feeding the hunger inside me. My kitten is proving once
Alyssa "You're the reason I'm here," Chief Phillips sneers, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred as he struggles to lift his head. The chains rattle with his feeble effort before his body slumps back against the wall like a broken puppet. "You stupid bitch! Tell them-" The words die in his throat as King's knife slices clean across his chest. The cut is precise, shallow enough to hurt but deep enough to make sure he knows who's in control. Phillips lets out a guttural scream, the sound raw with pain. I don't flinch, not even a little. Even though that looked like it fucking hurt, I'm done feeling sympathy for monsters. King tilts his head, his voice a low growl that hums with a deadly calm. "Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to her. That's the only warning you'll get." Phillips gasps for air, his chest rising and falling as blood trails down his torso. His gaze shifts back to me, a flicker of desperation masked by a sneer. "I don't know what the fuck you told th
Alyssa "Why didn't we take your bike?" I ask curiously as King drives down the familiar road towards Gray's house in the truck he rarely drives. His jaw clenches, hands tightening on the steering wheel with a possessiveness that always makes my heart race. "This is safer for you and the babies." "I'm perfectly safe on your bike," I argue, unable to hide the slight irritation in my voice. I was afraid of this—afraid he would start treating me like I'm fragile. "Not safe enough." King's tone is final, but his fingers brush against mine, his touch gentle and grounding. He intertwines our hands, his thumb grazing over my skin in a gesture that calms me. "But if you want to ride during the day, I'm all for it. People are just dumb as shit on the road at night. I'd rather be safe than sorry." I smile softly, satisfied with his answer. "Okay." We drive in a comfortable silence, the hum of the truck surrounding us. The miles slip by, my nerves growing with each one. After a
Mason Are we really doing this? It feels too late to even ask that question as Niko's hot, wet mouth surrounds me, his tongue flicking over my piercing and sending a jolt of heat straight through me. My hips buck on instinct. "Oh, wow," I rasp, my voice strained, barely recognizable even to myself. "That feels...really fucking good." Beside me, Alyssa moans softly, her sounds a perfect harmony with King's rough grunts and growls. Her attention shifts between me, Niko, and the way King moves inside her. His pants are only pushed down low enough for access, but she's soaked them through. That's how much watching this turns her on. King meets my gaze, smirking with that infuriating mix of arrogance and approval, before his hand wraps possessively around Alyssa's throat. He pulls her into a kiss that's so consuming it looks like he's trying to claim her soul. But even that display can't hold my focus for long. My attention snaps back to Niko, his blue eyes blazing with s
Nikolai After putting Zuri down for the night, we all head downstairs to unwind and spend some quality adult time together. Today has been overwhelming. Alyssa being pregnant with twins is enough to process—but one of them might even biologically be mine. What a mindfuck. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything, but I'm excited as hell. I can already see the four of us in the delivery room with our babies and Zuri in our arms. "What are we watching tonight, guys?" I ask, flopping down on the couch and pulling Alyssa into my lap. "Enchanted, again?" Mason mutters, his tone teasing, but his smirk betrays his amusement. Alyssa narrows her eyes at him in mock offense. "Hey! That's my comfort movie. Don't judge me!" He chuckles and leans back on the couch. "Oh, I'm not judging, little warrior. I'm just saying I could probably recite the entire thing, and I've only caught bits and pieces." She grins. "Well, maybe tonight, we can all watch it together." I laugh
King Holy fuck. We're having twins. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared out of my mind about having two more kids. We all are. Who knew raising Zuri would lead me to wanting—and now having—multiple children. At the same damn time. My heart's pounding so hard it feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. The room feels heavier, the reality of two tiny humans growing inside Alyssa settling in. I tighten my grip on her hand as I sit beside her, grounding myself as much as her. I'll protect them with my life. Always. I glance at the photo on the wall, a framed picture of a guy I didn't notice earlier. Early thirties, black hair slicked back like he's trying too hard, and that cocky fucking smile. Underneath, it says Dr. Summers. Oh, fuck no. I glare at Niko, rage bubbling up. "You got a male doctor?" Everyone's eyes shift to the photo, the tension in the room instantly rising. Niko frowns. "I swear, I didn't know until now. He has a girly name, but he's also g
Alyssa "Take a deep breath for me, okay? You might feel a little bit of discomfort," the ultrasound technician says gently, nudging the lubed-up wand closer to my entrance. I huff a nervous laugh, trying to ignore the cold gel and the invasive angle. "The only thing uncomfortable is the fact that my legs are spread open like this while you stick that thing inside me to take pictures of my insides." The technician chuckles softly, her shoulders shaking softly as she adjusts the wand. Niko snorts. "I did volunteer to do it for you, sweet girl." I glare at him playfully, my cheeks heating. "Shut up, Niko." My three men sit in the chairs beside me, practically vibrating with excitement. Zuri sits happily in Niko's lap, jingling her toy keys and babbling to herself. When I told King and Mason I had Niko set up the appointment, they were buzzing about it all morning. And when it was time to go, they practically hauled me and Zuri into the car like we couldn't get there fa
Alyssa Niko strips off his clothes, his eyes locking onto the mess coating my skin. He drops to his knees beside me, his tongue darting out to taste the other boys' essences. The first slow, deliberate drag of his tongue up my chest makes me shudder, but it's the guttural moan rumbling deep in his chest that really sets me on fire. "Fuck," he groans, his voice rough and filled with need. His hands grip my waist, guiding me onto my back as he laps at every trace of King and Mason like he just can't get enough. "You taste so fucking good like this," he mutters, his voice muffled as his tongue moves lower. "All of you—every inch of you—is mine to clean." The possessiveness in his tone makes my thighs clench, a soft mewl spilling from my lips. His tongue swirls around my nipple, his teeth grazing before his lips close over it with a hard suck that sends sparks shooting straight to my core. Then his mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. The kiss is messy, his lips and tong
Alyssa "Where have you guys been?" I ask, folding my arms as King and Mason stroll into the house at four in the morning. Their clothes are clean, too clean for men who've been out all night. I also catch the fresh scent of soap lingering on them. They showered before coming home. And with my boys, that only means one thing. "What are you doing up, kitten?" King asks, sidestepping my question with practiced ease. I narrow my eyes, refusing to let him off the hook. "Waiting for you. You've been gone all night, and I wanted to call, but I had a pretty good idea what you two were up to." I'm not stupid. I'd have to be blind not to notice the tension in King's shoulders the past few days, the way he's been pacing like a caged predator. Now, though? He looks...calm. Relaxed even. And that scares me. He didn't go after Isaac, did he? No. Mason would've stopped him. I'm sure of it. But that means he went after someone else. But who? My gaze sharpens. "What did you