I twisted my arm free and leapt away from Saint. “If you want me, you’ll have to catch me too.” I sprinted away, hearing his heavy footfalls following as I darted down another corridor, turning left and right as quickly as I could.
“The Devil’s coming for you, Tatum!” he called somewhere behind me. “Beware his wrath when he catches you.”
A grin pulled at my lips as I made it to an external door, pushing it open and slipping outside, gently closing it behind me. The air was warmer than it had been the last few days and the sun washed down on me as I raced into a group of trees and darted along a stone path.
At the end of it was a large tool shed and I cracked the door open, peering inside. There was a long work bench to one side of the space and tools hanging neatly across the back wall. Beyond it was a little mancave with a couch, a flatscreen TV and a minifridge beneath it. I guessed it might be for the house staff as it didn’t seem like the kind of place Liam O’Brien would hang out.
“Hell yes,” I hissed, slipping in and shutting the door behind me before padding over to sit on the couch. This was freaking genius. I mean, okay, maybe I wanted to be found, spanked and ravished. But I also loved winning. And if I got one up on the reigning champion Blake Bowman and Lord OCD, I was not gonna pass it up.
I grabbed a soda out of the minifridge, set myself up on the couch and put on You on Netflix. Nothing like a hot stalker who’d do anything and everything to make you theirs. Of course, I probably wasn’t supposed to find Joe Goldberg hot, I wasn’t supposed to get all flushed over him being a psycho. Were the rest of the female population watching this show thinking the same thing as me? Well, the unhinged ones were. And they were my kinda girls.
I sighed, leaning my head back, missing Mila. She would have loved Joe. She’d have said she wished Danny would murder a few of her exes to keep things interesting. I adored being with my Night Keepers, but I needed my own thing too. And I missed having her around. I really hoped I’d be able to meet up with her again soon. We just needed to dig ourselves out of this pit we were in and find a way to return to normality first.
A whole episode of You later and I was feeling seriously cocky. I got up, about to head back to the house to gloat when the door swung open and two dark shadows stood there, framed by the daylight. My heart rate went from zero to ten thousand and I froze like a rabbit in the headlights.
Oh shit. I’ve got a couple of stalkers of my own. And they’re the hot psycho kind too.
Blake stepped inside first, closely followed by the demonic silhouette of Saint in his wake.
“I win,” I sang.
“The game was meant to be played in the house,” Blake said in a growl.
“Er, I think you’ll find I never said that,” I replied, except I definitely had.
“Once Blake caught up to me, he assured me you would be in the house,” Saint said, casually rolling up his sleeves like he was about to do some dirty work. And I got the feeling that work was me.
“The game’s been up for a long time,” Blake said. “You should have come out of hiding so we didn’t worry.”
I laughed. They did not, still approaching me like wraiths in the night.
“So, what are we gonna do to her, Blake?” Saint asked Blake like I wasn’t there and I suddenly remembered what it was like to be at their utter mercy, the memories sending a tremor through me that I didn’t entirely hate. Not because I thought back on those times with any kind of fondness, but because the danger these men could spark in me nowadays was kind of exhilarating. And it wasn’t the sort of danger I couldn’t handle.
“Teach her a lesson,” Blake said, his voice hollow and unnerving. Fuck, I liked it. I liked how their power filled the air and hummed through my body. But I needed to get the upper hand back fast.
“How about a rematch?” I offered nonchalantly as they kept approaching.
“It’s too late for that,” Blake said.
“Hold her down,” Saint muttered and Blake ran at me.
I leapt up onto the sofa to escape him, trying to climb over the back of it, but he caught me around the waist. He dropped down to sit on the couch with me on his lap, clamping me tight to him. And okay, I didn’t struggle all that hard. When Saint punished me, I usually ended up moaning and panting in pleasure. And with Blake here too, I was probably in for the time of my life.
Saint regarded me, stroking his chin before walking away to the tools lining the walls. He moved out of sight behind us and I ground my ass against Blake’s crotch, making him curse in my ear.
He bit my earlobe in warning, holding my hands in one of his while his arm locked around my waist.
“Run away with me Blake,” I breathed temptingly. “Rescue me and I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life.”
“I heard that,” Saint called, and Blake laughed villainously.
“Sorry, Cinders. I’m not going anywhere. Not until you’ve made up for being a bad girl.” His breath against my neck was enough to send me spiralling, and I dropped my head back, offering my mouth up for a kiss. He leaned into it and the second he was close, I sank my teeth into his lower lip.
He growled but my little attack did nothing except spur him on. He yanked his lip free of my bite before plunging his tongue into my mouth with possessive strokes, taking what he wanted then pulling away again.
“Asshole,” I panted and he smirked at the breathiness of my voice.
Saint suddenly caught hold of my wrists from behind, pulling them up above my head and linking them around the back of Blake’s neck, tying them with a length of rope to immobilise me. Blake’s hands roamed down my body, slipping under my shirt and dragging it up to expose my bare breasts. I writhed in his lap as he started squeezing them roughly, clearly doing it for his enjoyment over mine.
“Saint,” I growled. “I won that game fair and square. You’re all about rules and I’m the one who made them.”
“You’re a dirty little liar,” Blake growled in my ear and I shivered.
Saint stepped in front of me, twisting a large screwdriver between his fingers, his soulless expression making him look like some sort of heartless torturer. “I know when Blake lies, siren. So either he believes his own truth or you are lying. And I think you know what I believe.”
I bit my lip, feeling guilty as shit. But I wasn’t going to admit to anything. This was far too much fun.
“I’m innocent,” I insisted, batting my lashes and Blake’s hand slid down the centre of my body to my white cotton panties, pushing inside and feeling my wetness.
“You’re hardly that,” he chuckled and Saint smirked, stepping closer as Blake moved his hand back up to my breast and wet my nipple with my own arousal.
A moan left me and I tugged on my binds as he placed his other hand on my stomach to hold me still.
Saint placed the screwdriver between his teeth and leaned forward, taking hold of the sides of my panties and dragging them down my legs. He knelt on the floor, tugging them off and tossing them aside before taking the screwdriver from his mouth. I wasn’t sure if he was just trying to scare me with it or if he had greater plans than that. Both ideas got me hot.
“Hold her legs wide,” Saint instructed and Blake pushed his knees up between mine, forcing them open and exposing me to his friend.
My breaths came quicker and I relished the way Blake’s mouth felt against my neck and Saint gazed at me like I held the real power in the room. And I knew I did. I could tell them to stop and they’d do it instantly. But I loved when they pushed my boundaries. I was willing to go as far as they could take me and beyond.
“Every time you lie, you’ll be punished,” Saint warned. “Blake will spank your thigh.”
“He wouldn’t span-” I started, but Blake’s hand clapped down on my inner thigh and my back arched, pain and pleasure rushing through me from his firm touch.
“Yes, he will,” Saint said, sharing a dark look with Blake over my shoulder and I could tell their monsters really had come ou
t to play.
Saint dropped his head between my thighs without warning, running his tongue up the middle of me and making me gasp. He took a deliberately slow path to my clit then sucked and bit without mercy. I bucked my hips but Blake flattened me to him to hold me still as Saint dragged his teeth over me in a way that both hurt and sent a shiver of pleasure through my core.
“Oh god,” I panted as he devoured me, biting and teasing, sucking hard enough to make me squeak then lapping softly and deliciously to soothe away the ache. “Saint.”
I climbed towards my peak, pleasure building and building against a dam in my body which I was sure was about to break. My muscles tensed and I almost went tumbling over the edge of bliss when Saint drew away from me and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, giving me an icy look.
“So…did you lie about the rules of the game?” he asked as I squirmed with need, frustration making me growl. But I wasn’t going to let them defeat me that easily.
“No,” I snapped. “Blake got it wrong.”
Blake’s hand slapped against the inside of my thigh hard enough to leave a red print there and I hissed between my teeth, but the sound was followed by a wanton moan.
“Liar,” Saint accused, dropping his head back between my thighs and continuing his torture. He was harsher this time, biting and sucking my flesh, avoiding my clit as he worked my body into a frenzy.
“Saint!” I cursed as he bit the inside of my thigh then ran the pad of his tongue over the skin. He continued doing that along the insides of my legs, making my whole body shake and my skin tingle and burn.
He finally returned his attention to my clit, licking in soft strokes that made me sigh and Blake started toying with my nipples in the exact same rhythm. I moaned both of their names, delighting in their combined touch as I moved closer and closer to the wave of pleasure they were building in me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged and as if I’d said the opposite, they both stopped. “Fuck.”
Saint sucked his lips, his eyes holding nothing but shadow. “Did you lie about the rules of the game?”
I resisted answering for a moment, trying to fight my way free of the rope binding my wrists behind Blake’s neck, but it was no use. I growled in anger, fighting a leg out of Blake’s grip and kicking at Saint’s chest.
He caught my foot, placing it promptly back behind Blake’s leg and Blake widened his knees to hold me there.
“I’m going to need an answer, siren,” Saint pushed. “You can have everything you want so long as you tell the truth.”
I considered it, seriously tempted to just give in. But I was too damn stubborn for that. “I didn’t lie.”
Blake spanked my thigh again and Saint cocked his head, amusement flickering across his handsome features.
Saint reached between my legs, pushing two fingers into my soaking heat with a satisfied growl. He reached into his pocket, taking a sanitising wipe from a little packet and I frowned in confusion before he wiped the screwdriver with it.
“What are you-” I started but he brought the handle end of the screwdriver to my entrance and I fell quiet. Holy fuck.
My eyes widened as I gazed at him, a question in his eyes. And I stared right back, daring him to do it. He eased it inside me and a lustful moan fell from my lips as he filled me with it.
Then his mouth dropped to my clit and he teased me once more, pumping the screwdriver in and out in time with the movements of his tongue.
Blake’s fingers tugged at my nipples and he nibbled my ear in the most perfect way, the feel of so many sensations at once bringing me towards climax faster than I could take. It was a sweet kind of pain and the sounds leaving my mouth were purely animal.
“Saint. Blake,” I praised their names while I was sure I should have been cursing them. Because they were going to stop. I was sure they were going to stop. And I couldn’t take it this time. I couldn’t fucking take it. “I lied!” I practically screamed and Blake laughed in my ear, the sound vibrating through my entire body.
“Good girl.” Saint started pumping the screwdriver faster, his tongue rolling over my clit in endless waves and Blake turned my head to claim a hungry kiss from my mouth. I came with my whole body, tensing up and I cried out, a shudder rolling down the length of my spine. Pleasure tingled through my flesh everywhere they’d touched me and made me see fucking stars.
Saint eased the screwdriver out of me, tossing it on the floor as he got to his feet and unzipped his fly. He reached forward, unbinding my wrists behind Blake’s neck and my arms flopped to my sides, my strength failing me.
Saint leaned down to kiss me firmly and I fisted my hand in his shirt to pull him closer as I tasted myself on his lips.
But just as I began to imagine what way the two of them were going to destroy me, Saint was suddenly ripped away from me and flung to the floor with an enormous crash. The huge shadow of Niall O’Brien took his place, a crowbar wielded above his head as he swung it around to cave Saint’s skull in.
“Stop!” I screamed in fear, jumping up but Niall knocked me aside easily, swinging for Saint with a furious blow and a yell of fury.
Saint rolled aside, kicking Niall’s shin hard enough to make him stumble back.
Blake grabbed me, pushing me behind him as the t-shirt I wore dropped down to cover my body once more.
“Yer think you can come into my family’s home and fuck my nephew’s bride then live to tell the tale, do ya?” Niall roared as he swung the bar at Saint again and Blake leapt onto his back, locking his neck in a chokehold as he pulled him away.
“Call Kyan!” Saint barked, throwing his phone at me as he leapt to his feet.
I caught it with shaking hands as Saint grabbed a plank of wood from a stack by the workbench.
Niall threw himself backwards onto the floor, crushing Blake beneath him and forcing him to let go of his neck before rolling over, tossing the crowbar aside and grabbing Blake’s throat instead, squeezing hard.
“When I’m done wringing yer scrawny neck, I’ll cut your balls off and make a necklace of them for Kyan to wear,” he snarled, his eyes flashing with fury as I finally saw exactly what Kyan had warned me about in his uncle. He was a madman, unhinged, psychotic, unstoppable and fucking terrifying and I had no doubt that he had every intention of killing both Blake and Saint and maybe even me as well.
“Stop!” I screamed, dialling Kyan’s number before kicking Niall in the side to try and get him off of Blake.
Saint yelled out, smashing the plank of wood down on Niall’s head and it split in two, making Niall roar in anger, but he didn’t let go. Blake punched his sides furiously and I clawed at Niall’s back while Saint snatched up the crowbar Niall had dropped.
Saint lifted it, readying to hit him in the back of the skull and fear rushed through me. Before he swung it, Kyan appeared, football tackling Saint to the ground and the iron bar went clanging across the floor.
“Kyan!” I screamed as Blake started turning blue, his punches growing weaker as Niall’s muscles locked and a cold, dead killer stared out of his eyes.
Kyan pushed me away from Niall as I clawed at him and punched his uncle in the side of the head, making him jolt out of the psychotic rage he’d fallen into.
“Let him go!” Kyan barked, punching him again and Niall released Blake’s throat, leaving bright red finger marks on his flesh.
“Get away from him!” I screamed, shoving and pushing Niall as Kyan tugged him away.
I dropped down over Blake, trembling with fear as I checked him over and he blinked up at me with a cough as he sucked in air.
“They’re fucking your wife, lad,” Niall hissed at Kyan. “We can kill ‘em together if you prefer? I’ll tie ‘em down and we can take turns to cut off limbs. We can even start with their coc-”
“Tell him,” I demanded of Kyan and Niall looked to his nephew in confusion.
Kyan’s jaw ticked furiously as Saint moved to kneel on Blake’s other side, checking the bruises on his n
eck.
“She’s with them too,” Kyan bit out, looking over at Niall with a hard stare. “And Nash. All four of us. We’re hers and she’s ours.”
Niall frowned, seeming like he was trying to piece those words together and make sense of them. “But she’s your wife.”
“I know, but she’s theirs too. Not by law. But by… agreement. I dunno what else to call it. They love her and she loves them. It’s all of us, that’s just the way it is,” Kyan snarled, his shoulders tensing like he was struggling to control his anger over what had happened.
Niall stared between all of us as those words sank in, and I swear something in his eyes actually changed. Almost like the green in them turned from a deep forest colour to a brighter, sweeter hue and my racing pulse stilled a little as some of the danger faded from the room. Not that I’d be letting my guard down around Kyan’s impulsive uncle any time soon.
“And you’re okay with that arrangement. Multi-dicks and all, lad?” Niall asked, seeming genuinely curious and not at all aware of the tension in the room.
“Yes,” Kyan said firmly.
“And you’re okay with it too, lass?” Niall looked over to me, seeming oblivious to the rage being pointed his way by everyone. It was like a flip had switched inside him and he was just back to his usual, casual self, no mention of the fact that he’d just tried to kill my boys. He really was insane.
Blake pushed himself up to sit, rubbing his neck as he glared at Niall like he was considering another fight. Saint placed a hand on his shoulder in warning and he didn’t move again.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “I love them equally. And I know you were trying to protect Kyan, but fuck you Niall.”
“So it’s like a pick and mix for you? If one of your boys is pissing you off, you can just go find another?” he asked me.
“It’s not like that, I lov-”
“That actually makes a lot of sense. I always did feel sorry for my wife having to weather my brand of insanity alone. If she’d had a boyfriend too maybe he could have given her some reprieve from my company. Of course, I’m not certain I could stand another man sticking his cock in my woman…” He rubbed his chin in contemplation, acting as if he hadn’t just come damn close to killing Blake or getting his head caved in by Saint. Was this seriously not an unusual day for him? “My Ava wasn’t likely to have wanted that though. And my bed has been emptier than a nun’s vagina since she was taken from me, so I’m not likely to ever find out if I’d be able to allow it without castrating the other fella-”
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