Paid for Three Times

  Both of their thick cocks pulsed hard against my thighs, and I whimpered as I reached down to wrap my hands around both of them. Oliver pulled away from my lips and moved down to suck my other nipple. Electricity shot through my whole body at the sensation of two mouths teasing me there.

  Ash’s mouth drove me crazy, sliding up and down my slit, curling in deep before moving up to tease at my clit. I moaned as I felt his hands move up, one finger pushing inside my dripping wet slit and the other moving down to tease my ass with his thumb.

  Erik and Oliver suddenly pulled away from me and kneeled on the bed. I moaned, glancing from side to side at the two big cocks throbbing on either side.

  “Open your mouth, angel,” Erik growled.

  I whimpered.

  He groaned as my soft wet lips pressed against his fat cock head. I opened my mouth and slowly slipped down onto him, moaning at the salty sweet taste of his precum. I brought my hands up and wrapped my small fingers around both of their massive girths, feeling them pulse beneath my fingers. Moaning deeply around him, I swirled my tongue around Erik’s head and teased the tip, feeling my body shudder and hunger for more.

  Stroking them, I felt the iron hardness beneath velvety soft hot skin, sending electric shivers through my body. I slurped wetly off of Erik and turned hungrily to Oliver. He hissed as I slipped my lips over his cock, teasing the underside of him with my tongue as I began to loudly suck on his big cock. I suddenly moaned even louder as Ash’s tongue dipped down to rim my ass. His fingers plunged in and out of my pussy, and his thumb rolled over my clit, all while that wicked tongue of his teased my ass.

  Oliver’s hands were in my hair, pulling me onto his cock as Erik stroked his right next to my face. Suddenly, I moaned as I felt Ash move between my legs and run his cock over my pussy. I shivered in pleasure as I felt his thick head slip against my folds, pressing hotly through my bare lips as he sought my entrance. His bulbous head slid into me, stretching me wide and making me gasp as I pulled wetly from Oliver’s throbbing cock. My breath came ragged as he grunted and pushed all the way into my tight slit until I could feel his big balls pressing against my ass.

  I moaned, moving my head side to side to suck on both Oliver and Erik back and forth as Ash started to fuck me. He pumped his hips as his big, thick cock slid in and out of my tight, clenching pussy, making me cry out and whimper as I swirled my tongue over Erik’s balls.

  But the two men by my head moved away, and suddenly, Ash’s powerful hands were under my ass, lifting me off the bed. I shrieked as he eagerly pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him as I sank down onto his big slippery cock.

  Oliver stood next to us, running his hand into my hair and pulling me towards his throbbing cock. Moaning, I opened my mouth to suck him inside as I started to bounce up and down on Ash.

  I gasped, shivering in pleasure as I felt Erik kneel behind me, pushing me down into Ash’s chest as his hands teased over my ass. I felt his wet fingers swirl over my tight little asshole, and I moaned loudly as I felt his cock head ease against the tight little bud there. I whimpered in pleasure, feeling so damn slutty and so turned on. Turning, I looked over my shoulder to see Erik groan as he slowly began to ease just inside, pushing forward until with a small pop, his head slipped right in. I cried out, shivering in desire and feeling so stretched as he began to inch forward, cramming his big dick up my tight little ass.

  We started to move all together like that, the three men holding me tight as three thick, wonderful cocks filled me every which way again and again. My head spun with the filthiness of it — this is nothing the old me would have ever imagined doing. But that was before I’d been taken — before I’d been sold.

  Before I’d found out who I truly was, through them.

  Ash slid out of me, and I gasped as Erik pulled me back with him, crouching and then moving onto his back with my ass still tightly gripping his cock. His hands held my hips firmly, moving me up and down again and again. Oliver moved between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as he lined his cock up with my dripping wet slit and pushed inside. Ash moved beside me, and I eagerly sucked his slick cock between my lips. I could taste myself on him, and it only made my blood pump hotter as the three of them truly claimed me.

  “Moan for us,” Erik growled into my ear, his cock thrusting in and out of me in time with Oliver’s.

  Like he even had to tell me to do that.

  My whole body was quaking — shivering with pleasure while I moaned like a woman possessed. The three of them moved in sync, pumping me full, making my vision blur and making every nerve ending in my body scream for release. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, and I knew from the way they were moving faster and fucking me harder and deeper that they weren’t far behind.

  Ash reached down, his eyes locked on mine as his fingers slid over my diamond choker. “You belong to us now,” he growled. I moaned around his cock, nodding as the pleasure started to drag me under.

  “Ours, always,” Erik whispered in my ear.

  “Now be a good girl,” Oliver growled into the skin of my neck. “And come for us, right now.”

  I shattered.

  Every molecule in my body exploded as the orgasm slammed into me. The room blurred as the waves crashed over me, drowning me again and again as I just let go.

  Erik roared as he erupted, his fat cock pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep in my ass. His cock throbbed deep inside of me as he emptied every drop inside. Oliver ground in deep as he went crashing over as well, his cock pulsing with every jet of cum filling my pussy. Ash threw his head back as he came, groaning his please as I hungrily swallowed. The three of them continued to move in and out, grinding into me and rocking me through another shaking, shivering climax before I whimpered and collapsed against Erik’s chest. My head swam as my pulse slowly started to come back down to earth’s orbit.

  Slowly, the three of them lifted me up and then set me down on the bed. And all three of them moved to pull me close, their muscled arms holding me tight as I gasped for air. My hand slid up Oliver’s chest, in front of me, before moving to the choker on my neck. I grinned as my fingers traced the edge of it, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm shiver through me.

  Yeah, I’d found a part of myself here with them that I’d never met before.

  And this new part of Mia?

  I liked her.

  I liked her a lot.

  19

  Mia

  I called my mom first.

  It was later, after the insanity of the afternoon in my room, and I was up in the east wing library, where Oliver had told me I’d get the best reception.

  At first, she was furious that I’d just “gone off” without telling anyone. But that soon turned to just being her usual gushy mom-self about how proud of me she was with the new job. I filled her in, assured her the training was going great, and promised to call soon.

  Part of me worried about when I’d see her again — or anyone for that matter. So far, all Ash, Oliver, Erik, and I had agreed on was that I’d be staying here until they could end the Cunningham’s grip on things.

  …When that would be, we hadn’t really gotten to. I guess we’d been busy.

  “I love you, Mia.”

  “Love you too, Mom.”

  “Oh, and call Andrea, won’t you? She’s worried sick about you too, you know. She actually just called right before you to see if I’d heard from you yet.”

  I smiled, thinking of my friend. “I will. Bye mom.”

  “Have fun at the training, sweetie.”

  I swallowed the redness from my face as I hung up before I dialed Andrea’s number. My mom had been worried about my radio silence because she was my mom, and that’s what moms did. But poor Andrea must have been terrified when I’d never even come home after that bizarre text about Ryan taking me to the club.

  “Mia?”

  “Hey!” I grinned just hearing my friend’s voice. “I’m sorry, I know I should have called you sooner, I jus
t—”

  “Hi.”

  I frowned, her voice sounding distant and reserved.

  “Hey, so, I’m okay! I’m sorry I never called you after the other night, I just— well, the job training was so sudden.”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  My brow furrowed. The Andrea I knew would have freaked out at me by now, even if it was just out of love. But she was so quiet, and so…well, weird.

  “So, how’ve you been?”

  “Good,” she said absently.

  “Are you okay?”

  There was silence for a second. “Yep.”

  “Okay, well, the job training is going really—”

  “Hey Mia?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I can’t really hear you, I think your phone is breaking up.”

  I frowned. “Shit, really?”

  “Are you inside?”

  “Yeah, sorry. It’s supposed to be decent reception where I am now. My mom heard me just fi—”

  “I can’t.”

  I worried my brow again at her bizarrely reserved tone.

  “Can you go outside, maybe?”

  I frowned, glancing around. My eyes spotted the circular iron staircase that curved up to the balcony level of the library that wrapped around the outside wall. And off of that, the double glass doors that led out to the big over-hanging porch that looked out over the estate.

  “Yeah, actually, I can. Hang on.”

  Andrea was silent as I climbed the stairs, unlatched the doors, and stepped outside.

  “Can you hear me now?”

  She sobbed, and my heart jumped into my chest. “Andrea?!”

  “Mia—”

  The phone went dead, and my gut sank. I swallowed, whirling to go back inside and—

  …And that’s when the bag went over my head, and I screamed.

  That’s when the hands grabbed me, and hauled me away.

  20

  Ash

  I smiled to myself as I stalked down the hall towards her room.

  Shit.

  I was grinning, and I was not the grinning type. Something about this girl got me…well, it got me grinning, for one. Something about her made something click inside of me. Something I’m pretty sure I’d forgotten about — the capacity to care like that. Growing up the way I had — the way all three of us had — without parents and in and out of the foster system most likely broke something inside of us. The absence of a family does that, I supposed, but then, that’s probably why we found each other, and Amy back then.

  But then, here I was, grinning as I approached Mia’s room.

  Because I had that itch. I had that nagging, pulling feeling of wanting her — to watch her face as I slid inside, and watch her mouth open in a moan as I filled her. Sharing her with Erik and Oliver was phenomenal of course. We’d shared plenty of women over the years, but they were faded imitations of whatever this was with Mia. Nothing in a million women could ever be as intense, or as perfect as it was with the three of us and her.

  But then, I also wanted a taste of my own, too. Of course, what we had was shared between all of us, but I also wanted that moment of just her and I.

  I rapped my knuckles on her doorframe before stepping inside.

  My grin faded — empty.

  Shit.

  I grumbled as I headed downstairs, through the huge living room, past the downstairs library, and the study, past the doors out to the gardens, and into the kitchen.

  I loved this place — big enough for all three of us, away from the city, and yet close enough to go when we needed. I rolled my eyes as I caught myself wondering if this place was big enough for four.

  Jesus, and I used to be a hard ass.

  Oliver was in the kitchen, and he grinned as I stepped in.

  “You were looking for her, weren’t you?”

  I shrugged casually. “No.”

  “Your shirt’s unbuttoned and I can practically see your blue balls from here.”

  “Ass,” I flipped him off with a grin.

  Oliver chuckled. “She went up to the east library wing to make some calls.”

  “Family and stuff, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  For a second, I could hear some sort of sound outside — something mechanical barely in the distance. I frowned, wondering if we had a gardener coming out today.

  “For what it’s worth,” I glanced back as Oliver cleared his throat. “I was looking for her too.”

  We both laughed as Oliver hit the brew button on the espresso machine. “Man,” he shook his head. “She’s—”

  “It.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, man. She is.”

  “Could we do this? Her, here, with all of us?”

  He shrugged. “What do you think?”

  “I think not having her here would kill me.”

  “Well, there’s your answer.”

  That mechanical noise outside got louder, and this time we both frowned at the sound.

  “The fuck is that?”

  Erik ducked into the kitchen. “You guys going into the city or something?”

  I scowled. “No?”

  He looked at me quizzically. “Well then why the fuck is there a helicopter landing on the—”

  We froze for one millisecond, before we bolted. Oliver’s espresso cup dropped to ground and shattered as we dashed for the stairs, blood pounding.

  “Mia!” I roared, charging ahead at the top of the stairs and running full tilt down the hall to the library wing.

  “Mia!” Erik went crashing through the doors to the library—

  …Just in time to see them carrying her to the ladder dangling from the copter.

  My world went black.

  “Mia!”

  I was somewhat aware of taking the metal stairs three at a time with Erik and Oliver right at my heels. Barely conscious of smashing through a side table and chair, and seeing white fury as I crashed right through the glass doors to the balcony as they bound her to the ladder and started to rise.

  I ran forward, roaring like a fucking animal as the helicopter rose, taking the women we loved and the men who’d stolen her away.

  The helicopter rose higher, and I watched through blood-tinged vision as it turned and flew away over the trees.

  Gone, and taking our Mia with them.

  21

  Oliver

  Cunningham.

  We knew who it was the second we realized what was happening, but our people confirmed it five minutes later when we went into full war-mode. Motherfucking Cunningham had taken her.

  The gun clicked in my hand as I chambered a round and clicked on the safety.

  I thought I’d hated him before. I thought I’d hated him more than I could hate anything for what he’d done to Amy.

  And then this happened.

  Then he’d come and torn our hearts out all over again, by snatching the one woman we’d ever thought of in that way. Men like us? Well, we’d given up on the idea of feeling the L word a long time ago. We figured we were too broken, too far gone, too dark for a word like love.

  And then we’d met Mia, and everything we’d known had changed in a second. In one single goddamn second, the construct we’d built around the place in our chests where hearts should have been went shattering to pieces. Because in that one single second, we knew we’d been wrong.

  Because it took one second for all three of us to fall in love with Mia Thorne.

  …And Ryan Cunningham needed only one second more to take her away.

  I slammed the gun down and grabbed a second, shoving the cartridge in with a sharp snapping sound.

  Cunningham had officially fucked with the wrong guys.

  He didn’t know about Amy — well, at least didn’t know our connection to her. That’d been part of our goal with getting back into the scene at the Auction House, in order to get close to him so we could take him out. But he knew about Mia alright.

  And he’s just hit our breaking point, whether he knew it or not. T
his was it — this was the line that snapped us over the edge.

  The plan to take him out was a long-term one, and there were a few months left before we’d planned our final move. But now? Well, now Cunningham had moved that deadline up.

  Considerably.

  Because today was the day we acted.

  Today was the day he died.

  They’d fucked with the wrong guys. For one, because we were past caring now. But for two?

  I smiled grimly.

  Well, for two, because we dealt fucking guns for a living.

  I glanced around the stockade — what we called the subterranean network of supply rooms, barracks, and garages that we’d built beneath the mansion. I could almost laugh. Yeah, bad fucking move, Ryan. The place was a literal fucking arsenal that rivaled the armies of most small counties.

  And now we were locked, loaded, and ready to go.

  “Oliver.”

  I glanced up to see Erik looking grim as he slung a shotgun over his back. “Helicopter inbound. Let’s go do this.”

  “Let’s go get our girl back,” Ash growled, strapping a wicked-looking knife to his leg.

  I nodded.

  Because we would get her back.

  And then we’d kill every single one of the bastards that took her.

  22

  Mia

  “I’m a man of certain tastes, Mia.”

  I shivered at the cold steel of the blade, swallowing thickly as Ryan dragged the dull side of it against my cheek.

  Ryan’s midtown penthouse apartment was the entire top two floors of a building — all glass walls looking out over the twinkling city lights. It’d be beautiful, in another situation.

  One where I wasn’t tied to a chair in his living room while he breathed down my neck and teased a blade against my skin.

  “Now,” he said. “I know where you’ve been, and who you’ve been with.”

  He shook his head, eyes narrowing as he moved in front of me and leveled them at me.