by Madison Faye
My night of getting wild had just gotten a whole lot wilder. I’d had a threesome with two of the three most powerful men in the three kingdoms.
This was a royal catastrophe.
6
Micah
“Tell me you’re fucking with me.”
Vic and I were silent, glancing at each other and then back across the white linen-draped table at Luke. His fist crashed onto the tabletop, sending silverware scattering and threatening to spill all three of our drinks.
“Don’t make a scene,” Victor growled quietly as one of the waitstaff stuck his head into the private dining room we were having lunch in.
“Fuck making a scene!” Luke roared, his fist crashing into the table again before he violently shook his head, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
“We obviously didn’t know, man,” I hissed at him, leaning my elbows on the table and shooting him a look. “How the fuck could we have?”
He said nothing, the three of us silent for a long minute or two.
“You both had her. Together.”
I glanced at Vic, and we both nodded.
Luke swore, standing abruptly and whirling. He stalked across the room to the big windows overlooking the capital of his kingdom of North Revania, leaning against it and muttering furiously.
Fuck.
I knew Vic and I both felt bad, but then, not that bad. Not after the night before, with her. Because the night before had been perfect.
She’d been perfect.
Sexy, gorgeous, fun, challenging. Willing to step outside her comfort zone. And more than that, too. Sure she was drop dead beautiful, but she’d stirred something in me — in both of us.
And now shit was about to get way complicated.
The thing was, it shouldn’t have been complicated — not with us, and not when there was a place where the three of us had “not argued” over girls before.
The club, of course.
Three crowns, one woman, one night. No names, no pictures, no nothing except anonymous fun. The whole point was blowing off steam, for rich, privileged men like us.
Men who liked to share.
And we did.
Hell, the three of us had grown up together. We were brothers in everything but blood, coming up together as the sons of the Trio of Kings that had ruled Revania of old. That was of course before the trade agreements that had started the fracturing of what had once been one country. Then it was the provincial local governments and “senators” our fathers had allowed to slowly take more and more control, until finally, about twenty years before, the unthinkable had happened.
The senators had forced a vote, and with money stuffing enough pockets, the election had been sealed — Revania would now be three countries rather than one. Three fractured states being run into the ground by bloated, thieving politicians hellbent on their own agendas. The three of us were still princes, of course — still royals and still the de-facto “leaders” of our own parts of Revania. But we had chokeholds on us now — politicians we had to “report to.”
So instead, the three of us had focused on our business acumen, putting our efforts into running what had become three of the most profitable financial institutions in the world instead of the countries we rightfully should have been running.
But that was all neither here nor there at that lunch.
What mattered right there was that Luke was pissed. Normally, there wasn’t any jealousy between us. Being rich, young, and powerful, we’d of course had women throwing themselves at us from an early age. But none of us had ever gotten “stuck” on a woman. None of us had ever individually found someone we couldn’t get out of our heads, or hearts.
Instead, we shared, and mostly at the Club.
And that was the secondary problem here — the one none of us was addressing yet.
She knew who we were.
I’d seen the look on her face when we’d turned to meet Luke’s new personal assistant — the one he’d been obsessing over for weeks. The one girl who’d ever turned his damn head and stopped him in his tracks, and she was the very girl Vic and I had shared the night before.
Without him.
And that look on her face was a dead giveaway. Fuck the fact that we’d been wearing masks — that girl knew exactly who we were the second she’d locked eyes with us.
And that was a big fucking problem.
The club was anonymous. I mean, fuck, of course it was. Can you fucking imagine the scandal of a girl knowing who the men at that place were? Sure, a lot of them could put two and two together — or, hell, three and three together — what with the name of the club and all.
But there it lived in rumors.
Hearsay.
An urban legend.
And that’s exactly how the members — ourselves included — preferred it.
A sex club where royals took a woman to bed three at once? I mean c’mon, it sounds fake even saying it. But it was real.
It was very real.
Now, granted, Julia didn’t know us from the club, but she was a smart girl. Sooner or later, she was going to get stuck on the matching tattoos of ours I knew she’d seen, and she was going to put the pieces together.
“Luke— fuck, man,” Vic growled, rubbing his temples. “Dude if we’d had any fucking idea it was the girl you’d been telling us—”
“It’s fine,” our friend snapped, still turned away from us.
But it wasn’t. None of this was. Not the fact that she knew who we were, and not the fact that our girl was Luke’s new PA, and the girl he’d been obsessing over.
Because even knowing that Julia was “the girl” Luke had been stuck on didn’t change what I knew Vic and I were both thinking — that she was without a doubt the girl that we were now stuck on. Because the night before had been more than just the single best sex of both of our lives.
The night before, we’d connected with her on a level that scared the shit out of me. Out of him too.
So beyond everything, what wasn’t “fine” the most was the fact that for the first time in our lives, a girl was about to come between us all.
And more than anything, that was a fucking problem.
7
Luke
Yeah, I was fucking pissed.
I’ll admit, my intentions were, well, suspect when it came to my new personal assistant. Yes, I’d hired Julia because of her qualifications — her way over qualifications, actually. But one look — one fucking look at her — and I was done.
Gone.
Shattered.
I’d been there for her interview, unbeknownst to her of course. I’d stood behind the interviewer, behind the one-way glass, my eyes locked on this girl — all blonde hair, blue eyes, soft curves, and sinfully tempting lips.
Her beauty was obvious, but it was the way she effortlessly handled extremely loaded — and I’d know, I’d written them — questions that really got me. It was her quick wit, her easy answers to challenging what-if scenarios. The fact that she had a master’s degree.
The fact that the whole package made her fucking irresistible.
I’d been unable to think, and unable to move.
That easy smile — the proper way she’d sat there so regal and with such poise. Hell, she was a princess without a crown, and fuck did I want to give her the crown she clearly deserved.
It was an insane thought, and I knew it. The thing was, I didn’t give a shit. I’d never even spoken to her, but then, I did know everything about her.
Everything.
To be fair, I did my research — personally — on all the applicants to my much-needed PA position. But her, I spent a little extra time on.
I mean, can you blame me?
I knew about her dad taking off young. I knew about her mother in the hospital.
Her debts.
Her ex-boyfriend — the very thought of whom made me want to personally hunt him down and flay him alive.
The thing was, I’d fallen for
Julia the second I’d opened her file, and the deal was sealed the minute she stepped into that interview room.
So, I’d hired her.
The reasons were impure — very very impure — but fuck it.
I was a prince, after all.
Having her close meant more than what was right or inappropriate. I hadn’t thought it through. I hadn’t thought through taking my PA to bed and that not being a scandal.
And now, I was done fucking thinking.
I’d known something was wrong the second she’d stepped into that office earlier and met Micah and Victor. It was all over her face, but it was them that really clued me into something being up. Hell, I’d known the two of them like we were brothers since basically forever, and neither of them was one to be shy or quiet when around a woman as beautiful as Julia.
They’d literally been in the middle of telling me about some incredible night they’d had with some girl that sounded like she was their version of my Julia — an obsession that had sliced them as deep as she had me — when she’d come in, and the two of them had been goddamn silent.
It was at lunch when they’d dropped the bomb. There in the private dining room of the most exclusive restaurant in the three kingdoms, over a lunch I’d literally forgotten entirely about, they’d looked me in the eye and told me the last thing I wanted to hear.
Their girl, and my girl, were the same fucking girl.
And they’d gotten her first.
I wasn’t mad at them, I was mad at the situation. I was jealous — fuck, I mean of course I was jealous.
And turned on.
Really, the thought of my two best friends sharing the girl I’d been obsessing over claiming was this fucked up mix of blinding jealousy and insane arousal. I was rock fucking hard as I stormed back to my offices, imagining the two of them claiming her and making her come like I knew the two of them were capable of doing to a woman.
But then, there was a slice of something right through my heart that threw me for a loop.
…Jealousy was not a word I’d literally ever considered when it came to Micah, Victor, and me. This was going to be goddamn problem, and I had no idea how the hell to deal with it.
Actually, the only thing going through my head as I blew past my palace guards, a look of fury sizzling across my face, was that bizarre mix of arousal and jealousy.
Fury and raw want.
I could have thought about it. I could have mulled that shit over and “figured out what to do.” But like I said…
I was done thinking.
The door to my office slammed shut with all the fury I could muster, the goddamn bookshelves of the room shaking at the force of it. I glanced at the closed door to her office — my rage and my throbbing erection draining the blood from my ability to think. I stormed to my desk and jammed the intercom button with my finger, sucking in air as I did so.
“Yes, Your Highness?”
She said it in this small, quiet voice.
Yeah, she knew something was up.
I’d seen the way she’d looked at me when we’d “met” earlier. I’d see the way her pulse quickened in the shallow of her neck — the way her breath had caught.
The way her thighs had clenched tight as I’d moved towards her.
She wanted me. I don’t say that to boast, or to be a cocky dick, I say that because years of watching women turn to mush or lose their ability to speak around me had taught me what to look for.
…Julia Carlson had every single marking of a girl who wanted me, and she was about to find out exactly how much I wanted her.
“In my office, now.”
I heard her gasp quietly, and I grinned to myself — my whole body coiled and roaring to pounce. The jealousy and the desire mixed, making my head swim and my cock threaten to rip a hole in the front of my suit as I hung up the intercom and waited.
Slowly, her door opened, and she stepped out.
“Sir?”
“Ms. Carlson.”
Her eyes gave it away. That one look when we locked eyes across my office gave it all away — she knew I knew.
My pulse throbbed in my veins as I let my eyes drink her in, standing there so primly in her pencil skirt and formal blouse. I imagined my friends with her, the night before. I let the knowledge sink in that not twelve hours ago, Vic and Micah had been tasting and taking every goddamn inch of her body.
Claiming her.
Fucking her together.
Making her come.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body sizzling with that fucked up mix of fury and new jealousy and the need to have her right there in my goddamn office.
I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I knew it. But I was so fucking hard imagining her sucking their cocks, moaning around them, licking their balls while they played with her body.
My eyes blazed.
My muscles tightened.
My cock pulsed.
“Sir, I—”
I held up a hand, silencing her.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Julia,” I growled quietly.
She gasped.
And that was it.
That gasp wasn’t shock or her being horrified at my language. That was a gasp of the words “naughty girl” piercing right to the heart of her, making her blood pump faster and her panties soak through with her sweet pussy juices.
I stormed around the desk towards her. She gasped again, backing away from me with this mix of fear and adrenaline roaring in her own eyes as her back hit the bookcase behind her. I slammed into her — not touching her, but my hands flat on either side of her, my mouth inches from her.
I can’t touch her.
I won’t touch her.
I tried to say it to myself over and over again, as if to convince myself. The words “scandal” and “lawsuit” rattled through my head — not to mention the crooked senate using it as the ammunition they needed to take complete power.
I gritted my teeth, using every ounce of my willpower to hold back from kissing her, or from tearing her clothes off and plunging my cock to the hilt inside that warm, sweet little cunt of hers.
Somehow, I restrained myself from claiming her right there against that bookshelf.
Somehow.
“This is highly inappropriate, Ms. Carlson,” I hissed right into her lips.
“Sir,” she gasped. “I didn’t know—”
“You didn’t know what, that going home with two men and letting them take you together was naughty?”
She blushed, shivering.
She wasn’t horrified. No, I knew that look, and it made something roar inside of me.
She was turned on.
“Did you suck their cocks?” I hissed, groaning inside at the way her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed pink.
“Sir, I—”
“Answer the question, Ms. Carlson.”
She swallowed, her eyes flashing over mine.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And you fucked them both,” I growled.
She physically shivered, her breath catching and her face turning bright pink as she started to look down.
“Ye—”
“Look at me.”
She whimpered as she dragged her gaze up to mine, her eyes full of lust, and fire, and need.”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“And did they make you come?”
She moaned quietly, but I fucking heard it.
“Yes.”
I leaned forward, letting my lips brush her ear, loving the way she gasped.
“How many times?” I growled.
Her face was so fucking red, her whole body trembling as she sucked in a breath of air.
I was going to enjoy this.
“Answer me.”
“Five,” Julia breathed out, her eyes finally meeting mine and looking so full of fire that I wanted to tear my pants off and fuck her right there against the bookshelf.
“I came five times.”
Impressive.
Julia whimpered as my breath teased against her neck.
This wasn’t fair, and I knew it. This was me using every single trick I knew to make sure she was a puddle for me.
But fuck being fair, this was about me taking what was mine. Right the fuck now.
“I came five times, sir,” she whimpered out.
And now the part where I make her desperate for it.
Fucking her right there would have been easy. It would have been incredible, but easy. Fuck, there was so much heat and fire blazing between us we could have melted each others clothes off right here. I let my hips move against hers, letting her feel every fucking inch of my big, hard cock. And doing so let me feel how damn soaked she was. Hell, I could feel how wet she was through her damn skirt. I could almost smell how turned on she was.
And while part of me wanted to command her to spread her legs and let me watch her juices soak through her panties and drip down her thighs, the bigger man in me won out.
The man that wanted to make her wait to have me, liked I’d waited to have her.
I wanted her ready to beg me before I claimed her.
Slowly, taking every single ounce of my restraint, I pulled back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and when I opened them, I locked my gaze on her panting, blushing face.
“Take the rest of the day off, Julia.”
She blinked, and I couldn’t tell if she was more shocked at my words or that I hadn’t just spun her around, torn her clothes off, and fucked her tight little pussy until she couldn’t walk straight.
“Am—” She swallowed. “Am I fired?”
“Did I say that?” I moved close again, letting my lips brush her ear. “Go home.”
“Why?”
Anyone else, and I’d have been pissed at the sass. With her, it just made me fall even harder.
“Because I need to think, without you here.” I opened my lips and sucked her earlobe between my teeth. Julia melted against the bookshelf behind her, her breath panting and her whole body arching to try and touch mine.
I denied her that contact, backing away and letting my eyes blaze into hers.