NikolaiAlyssa stares at me wide-eyed like I've lost my mind, her chest heaving slightly with each breath. Maybe I feel just a little too good right now, but I haven't stopped thinking about her since King told me he fucked her.That's why I couldn't sleep. The image of her beneath him, moaning and writhing in pleasure, keeps replaying in my mind over and over. I want to see it for myself so fucking badly.I know King isn't keen on sharing, but I don't exactly plan on touching her. At least, not with my hands. "Look, I just want to watch you play with your pussy. You'll do that for me, won't you, sweet girl?"Her lips part slightly, her breath hitching. "Niko, what-"I lift her onto the counter with ease, her body light in my hands. She lets out a little yelp of surprise, her fingers gripping my shoulders. "Put me down," she demands, her voice shaking with a blend of fear and arousal. She tries to push him away, but I don't budge. I expected a little resistance, but with the way she's
AlyssaWhat the fuck was I thinking last night?Sitting across from King and Niko, I can hardly look at either of them. Not after I was so horny, I fucked a bottle and watched Niko suck my cum off of it.Last night was a mistake. The only reason I had sex with King was because he blackmailed me, and the second time was due to me losing our bet. But last night was purely my choice, a decision fueled by my own depravity.That's it, I need to get away from these men. There must be something in the air around here making me do dumb shit I would never think of doing otherwise.I hold Zuri in my lap, letting her feed herself pieces of pancakes and bananas. As always, my baby is devouring her food like she hasn't eaten in years.And she's not even a year old.I definitely think she got the gluttony trait from her father."Something on your mind, sweet girl? You've barely touched your food." Oh no. Niko's talking to me. I can pretend I didn't hear him, right? I mean, it's better than making e
AlyssaAs he towers over me, I feel like I'm going to pass out with how hard my chest is pounding. "You mean besides the fact that after tomorrow I don't have to see your stupid face anymore?" I ask, playing it off pretty good. At least, I think.There's a beat of silence between us before he smirks. "You know what, I'll just show up at Gray's house every day just to see that little disapproving look on your face."I swallow hard. Please don't, I can hardly control myself as it is, I plead in my head.He steps closer, closing the distance between us. "Really...what's wrong, kitten?" he asks, cocking his head to the side as his dark eyes study me, searching my soul like he seems to be so good at doing."Nothing," I mutter, trying to keep my expression stoic.He hums, unconvinced. "Nah, it's something. You're acting weird today. That worried about Gray disapproving of you hiding a baby from him?" His tone is almost teasing, but there's still a tinge of worry."Yeah, he'll probably be pi
KingWith only one full day left together, unless I can convince her to stay, I want her to see how good it could be. What she's been missing out on this entire time.Once we arrive at the outlet, I make it my first mission to find a goddamn stroller. There's no way we're carrying around this heavy car seat all day. After searching two different baby stores, we find a purple one with grey flowers.I'm not exactly excited to push around such a girly stroller, but Alyssa has the biggest smile on her face when she sees it, so I'll just have to suck it up.After Zuri is sitting in her new stroller, sleeping like a princess without a care in the world, we begin our shopping. The crowd bustles around us, the air filled with the various scents of stores and food stalls. I keep a watchful eye on Alyssa, ensuring she's within arms reach at all times."This looks so weird, with all three of you walking with me," Alyssa mutters, her face redder than the flowers planted around the outlet."Relax.
AlyssaI'm completely naked. Naked and kneeling on the floor in front of a psychopath. I would say I'm what people call 'scaroused' right now. Although my body is trembling with trepidation, I want to see what King is going to do next, how he's going to punish me.As King calls—no, summons Niko, his calm voice resonates behind me. "What's up?" he asks casually, like he can't see that I'm naked right in front of him. I try to turn to look at him, to warn him, but King's grip tightens on my jaw."Eyes on me, kitten. He hasn't earned the right to fucking look at you." His growl sends shivers down my spine, a dangerous blend of possessiveness and fury. "Sit, Niko. I'm going to show you what happens when you touch something that isn't yours.""King," he tries to protect, but King snaps sharply, "Fucking sit."He must obey because King turns his attention back to me, amber flames burning in his eyes. He takes his cock out, slapping it across my cheek with a heavy thud. I don't know why, but
Mason Hearing Alyssa's moans and screams through the door, my cock strains uncomfortably in my pants. What are they doing to her in there? And together? I shouldn't care. I'm nothing to her. But what if they're hurting her? Maybe I should go see... No, those are definitely not sounds of pain. The way King demanded Niko to come into his office, he didn't sound pleased. Is he fucking Alyssa just to prove a point to Niko that he's in control? It wouldn't surprise me. Not when he's already claimed her. Alyssa's scream hits a crescendo as I assume she orgasms. I can picture it: her face twisted with pleasure, her perfect body trembling and a sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin. I bet it's a sight to see. I find a strange mix of jealousy and something darker gnawing at me. My jaw clenches involuntarily, my palms sweating as I slam my book closed. Panting, I place it on the end table beside me. Is it wrong that I wish I were in there with them? I freeze, my breath catching,
Alyssa After waking up and taking a shower—since I passed out right after whatever the hell last night was—I begin packing up Zuri's and my things. She had stirred some time during the night, but thankfully, I had formula and water on the dresser. To my surprise, she fell right back asleep, allowing me to sleep a little longer. I don't know when Gray's flight lands, but I want to be packed and ready for when he gets here. Finding my way downstairs in the dark with the flashlight on my phone, I head into the living room to search for any toys I happened to leave in here last night. "What are you doing?" I jump at the sound of King's deep, gravelly voice, my heart racing. I don't know why, but It takes me back to all those times I tried to leave with Zuri, only to find Isaac waiting to catch me. King, seated in his armchair with a drink in hand, raises a brow at my startled reaction. "I-I'm sorry, just let me...catch my breath," I choke out, collapsing onto the couch, clutching my
Nikolai"Gray, I want to put a nursery in the third bedroom," Christine chirps from the backseat, her nasally voice grating on my fucking nerves. She's only been in the car for ten minutes, but it feels like an eternity.I've never really been a fan, and neither have King and Mason, but Gray met her at a bar, fell in love with her after knowing her for like two months, and a year later, they got married in a private ceremony the entire club was invited to. We only went along with it just because he's our brother.Gray sighs. "Babe, I told you, my sister might have to stay with us for a while.""But not for a long time though, right? You said you wanted to start trying for a baby right after we got married, and I'm so ready to have a little one running around the house," she whines, her voice somehow climbing a higher pitch.Please shut the fuck up. "I promise you, a few weeks at the most," he reassures her.Gray used to never be such an asshole to his sister, but after their mom died
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
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