Alyssa I'm half-asleep, my head resting on Niko's chest, as the end credits of The Lion King roll. We've been watching our way though Disney movies, and surprisingly, Niko doesn't complain. His hand strokes my hair, sweet and tender, just like the entire evening has been. When Mufasa died, I bawled, and Niko didn't say a word—he just wiped my tears and held me closer. The intimacy between us threatens to unravel me in ways I didn't think it could. I know better than to let myself fall like this, but I can't seem to fucking help it. How am I going to be okay when I'm eventually forced to leave them? The door clicks open, and I sit up. King steps in, his presence instantly filling the room. But Niko doesn't move, instead, he traces lazy circles on my back. I guess he has no reason to be afraid of King's wrath—he did say tell him to comfort me before he left. "You're back early," Niko murmurs, his his chest rumbling beneath my hands. "That good news?" King crosses to the
Nikolai Are we really going to do this? Fuck her together? By the eager, lust-filled look on Alyssa's face, she's begging for it. But I never thought King and I would take it this far. Our dicks are about to touch, and even though I know it's wrong, my cock has never been harder than it is right now. I force myself to pull out of Alyssa's tight channel, and readjust her so that she's sitting on the couch with her legs spread open for us. She's so fucking wet just from the thought of having both of us inside her. "We're going to have to stretch you more, prepare you to take both of us," I purr, brushing her clit with my thumb. She shivers, her pupils dilated as she watches us, gnawing on her lip. "I'm already ready," she whines, wiggling against me. I shake my head. "We both have big cocks, baby. I don't want us to hurt you." My voice is steady, but inside, I'm fighting the need to be inside her again, to feel her wrapped around me. And this time, I won't be alo
Alyssa "Niko, take her upstairs," King commands, his voice low and firm, though I can't see him through the tears streaming down my face. The sex we just had was the most intense experience of my life. It was a wild, overwhelming storm of pleasure that left me feeling shattered and strangely whole all at once. Now, I'm caught in a whirlwind of emotions that are too raw to understand. Once I'm in King's bed, Niko gently combs his fingers through my hair, murmuring praises that make me feel like something special, while King wipes between my legs with care. I catch the worried look in his eyes, like he's afraid that they went too far. The tears probably make it seem that way. But they didn't hurt me. I've never felt this good—being used, letting them take what they wanted from me, filling me with so much fucking cum. I just wasn't ready for everything else to unravel along with it. "I'm okay," I croak out, trying to sit up. But Niko shifts me gently so I'm on my side, his
King "Niko," I groan, hearing Zuri cry through the baby monitor on the dresser. It's only been a few hours since we passed out, but that's what happens when you spend all night fucking. "I got it," Alyssa mumbles against my chest, her voice slurred with sleep. But her body says otherwise. She's already snoring again. Niko and I share a quiet chuckle. We really wore her out last night, but I could tell she loved every second of it. "Nee-koo," Zuri screams louder. "Looks like I've been summoned," Niko mutters, throwing his clothes on. "She's hungry for a bottle." The man's a natural, despite his fucked-up upbringing. It's only been a month, but he already knows her routine like the back of his hand. Fuck. I need to step up. Alyssa and Zuri come as a packaged deal, and if I want this work, I can't leave all the baby stuff to Niko. I've got to do my part too. Yeah, Zuri isn't mine by blood, but blood doesn't mean shit to me. I'll raise her like she is. Alyssa didn't
Nikolai When I slip back into King's room, Alyssa's still naked and asleep, bundled up in the covers. I hate to wake her up when she hasn't had enough to sleep, but Gray's demanding we be there in an hour. "Sweet girl, wake up," I whisper, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as I gently pull the covers away from her body. She mumbles something incoherent, rolls over, and pulls the covers back up. The sound of her soft snoring makes me chuckle. "C'mon, baby," I urge quietly, trailing my fingers along her smooth skin. "We really need to get moving. Your brother is an impatient asshole." Still, no response. Hmm. Maybe she needs more motivation. A better alarm clock. With a smirk, I flip her onto her back, careful not to move her too roughly. She groans in protest, and I can see the exhaustion clinging to her features. She's likely too sore from last night to be fucked again, but all I want right now is to taste her. Without King, just this one. Just me and her. Leani
Alyssa I can't believe we're going to the clubhouse. The Crimson Reapers' clubhouse. The one place I've been forbidden to go my entire life, both by my father and Gray. The closer we get, the more tension builds in my chest, like a pair of headphones you can't untangle. "I can practically hear your chewing your lip off back there. Stop it," King says firmly. Mason is silent beside me, but I can feel his eyes on me, studying me in that quiet, intense way he does. I pause in my lip-biting and let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know why I'm so nervous. I just want to make a good first impression, I guess. I don't want everyone to see me as Gray's weak, defenseless little sister." "Speaking of that," Niko cuts in with a teasing smirk in his voice, "everyone's probably going to give you shit. You can handle a bit of teasing, right, my sweet girl?" After years of dealing with their bullying, I guess I've learned how to take it. "I guess so," I mutter, gazing out the win
Alyssa When we step inside the clubhouse, I'm hit with a wave of testosterone and tension so thick, I almost choke on it. Two massive men stand at the door, their muscles bulging like they either live at the gym or spend their days breaking bones. Thankfully, they barely acknowledge me as we walk by, though I can feel their eyes lingering on my back. The clubhouse is bigger than I imagined. To my right, there's a lounge area with sleek red couches; ahead, a bar lined with bottles of every kind of alcohol. On the wall is the Crimson Reaper's patch—the grim reaper with blood dripping down his scythe. The place feels oddly familiar, like I've been here before, but it's probably only because I've seen it in the background of old photos of my dad. Zuri's alert in her stroller, her eyes surveying the surrounding space. Thankfully, her headphones were in my diaper bag, considering this isn't a place for kids. The moment we walk in, the room falls silent. Everyone's eyes land o
Alyssa Inside the elevator, the déjà vu feeling creeps back in. I look around, trying to figure out where I've seen something like this before. Isaac's law firm? No. "Alyssa," Gray's voice snaps me out of it, and when I turn to look at him, for a split-second, I swear I see him as a kid, standing in exact same spot—nine, maybe ten years old. What the hell? "Why are you staring at me like that?" he asks, raising a brow. I shake my head, still freaked out. "Oh, nothing," I mumble, trying to ignore the strange sensation crawling under my skin. How have I been here before? His gaze narrows, but he lets it go. "I hope you weren't too afraid down there." I shrug. "Nope. I put together a gun in like thirty seconds, so I think they were actually somewhat impressed." From the corner of my eye, I see Niko smirk. A shadow crosses Gray's face, but he only hums in response. "Do you know why I wanted you here today?" "To tell you how ridiculous you look wearing these s
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