Their Greatest Treasure [Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixiw Lynn Dwyer

  The feel of her fingers running through his hair encouraged his next move. He adjusted his cock, pulled back, and then thrust forward into her waiting pussy. She gasped, as she released his lips, tilted her head back, but then began to suck on his neck and scratch her nails across his shoulders.

  “I love that. You’re fucking wild, aren’t you, Chastity? You like it dirty.”

  “Yes. With you, I like it,” she said, and he pulled back then thrust back into her. He increased his speed and grabbed a hold of whatever parts of her he could. He massaged, he caressed, and he gripped her body. Then he grabbed a hold of her hips as he lifted up and thrust down into her deeply. Chastity placed her thighs over his thighs, opening up her cunt for a deeper stroke.

  “Yes. Deeper, harder, Riker,” she cheered him on.

  Her breasts bounced and swayed, her cunt leaked and lubricated each stroke, and he lowered over her.

  Riker used one hand to cup her ass and thrust into her. She spread wider and lowered her pelvis to let him get deeper. He reached under her, stroking into her, making the bed moan and the headboard bang.

  “Fuck, Chastity, you got me there.”

  “Me, too. Oh God, me, too, Riker.” She moaned against his shoulder, and he used the cream from her pussy to stroke over her anus. She was sopping wet, and his dick was ready to burst.

  “Mine. I adore you, Chastity. You drive me wild.” He pressed his finger against the puckered hole, making her buck beneath him. He thrust the digit in and out of her ass, in sync to his cock’s strokes into her pussy. He didn’t know how he did it. He didn’t know where he got the strength and energy from, but he dug deep.

  Chastity screamed and shook beneath him, and then he roared, sucking into her neck and shoulder, as he pulled his finger from her ass. He rolled her to the side, keeping her snug against his chest, and his cock still implanted deep inside of her.

  “Amazing,” Nash said then joined them on the bed with a washcloth for Chastity and a high five for Riker.

  Chapter 10

  “Say that again, Luke,” Desi stated as they sat in the limo on the way back home from the airport.

  “I thought you knew where those two assholes were this whole time.”

  “Luke, what the fuck are you talking about? Karen never texted me the name of this guy who was hitting on Chastity. I think she was pissed because I wasn’t around for her to come over for some action.”

  “You said that Karen was at a place called Hidden Treasures?”

  “Yeah, some new place on the West Side, I think. I really don’t care. One of the two guys wants her and I’m not going to let him have her.”

  Luke was looking at a magazine and then back up at Desi.

  “What?”

  “I don’t know how to tell you this. I fucking don’t believe this.”

  “What? What? Spit it the fuck out already.” Desi raised his voice, and Luke turned the magazine around to show him.

  “The owners of the club are Nash and Riker Riley. Chastity’s been working with them this past month.”

  Desi felt his blood pressure rising. He stared at Luke.

  “They’re dead. They’re not taking Chastity from me.”

  “Fuck, Desi, you’ve got to get this under control. You have to get Chastity back or just forget about her.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Luke whispered to Desi so that the driver of the limo wouldn’t hear him. “If you don’t get her away from them, and they tell her about Maggie, and then you start interfering in her life, they’re going to investigate you.”

  “So what? I don’t have a fucking record.”

  “Your name was on the lease for Maggie’s apartment. They were federal agents, and if they dig deep enough, or have you followed, then what? Jose will fucking freak if this situation blows the whole operation.”

  “Son of a bitch.” Desi ran his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, I can’t believe that this is happening. What are the fucking chances of this happening? I can’t give her up.” He leaned back and placed his fingers under his chin. He thought about what he could do, and then he looked at Luke.

  “What if I threaten to kill them? What if I scare Chastity so much that she breaks up with them?”

  “Then you’re giving up info on yourself that could be used against you later. I say, cut your losses and forget the bitch. She wasn’t even good in bed.”

  “Says fucking who?”

  “You. If she was, then you wouldn’t have strayed.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “No, fuck you. You need to get out of this, or you’re going to wind up having to knock off two retired agents, and Chastity as well.”

  * * * *

  Chastity headed home after work. She couldn’t believe it. Friday night had been the best night of her entire life. She made love with Riker and Nash multiple times into Saturday morning. Sunday had been spent all day in Nash’s and Riker’s arms at their penthouse, where they cooked dinner together and talked about their lives. It was so wild, and she still couldn’t quite get her head around the fact that she was dating two men. She was in a ménage relationship, and proud of it.

  Even though only a week had passed, it felt as if she had known Riker and Nash forever. How cliché was that?

  After she took a quick shower then dried her hair, she placed the dress onto the bed. She would wear this dress this evening. She was going to be meeting them at Hidden Treasures. The best news she had gotten all day was an announcement in the newspaper by a reviewer for an elite New York magazine. They gave the highest rating of five stars to Hidden Treasures, plus wrote up a small article about the place, calling it a treasure of its own, right here, on the West Side of Manhattan.

  She sent two copies of the magazine, with the article bookmarked and a small figurine of a mermaid to Riker and Nash. They should be getting it by the time she headed out to the club.

  Smiling to herself, she pulled on the dress, fixed her makeup, then grabbed an overnight bag and her purse. She’d already called a taxi, since Riker and Nash would bring her home tomorrow.

  She opened her door and gasped. There was Desi.

  Her emotions changed from excited to scared shitless in a heartbeat. Her stomach instantly ached, and she couldn’t even find her voice. Desi stared at her with evil in his eyes.

  He was a big man and towered over her. The expression on his face was one of satisfaction and trouble.

  He closed the door, and she walked backward.

  “Where are you going all dolled up?”

  “Why are you here? Get out, Desi. I don’t have anything to say to you.”

  He took a step toward her. “I have a lot to say to you.”

  She stared at him. She wouldn’t be able to fight him off if Desi attacked her. Not that he ever hit her, but he was a beast in the strength department. She needed to try a different tactic. She needed to remain calm.

  “Why don’t we get together another time? I’m late for an appointment.”

  “With those two assholes from the club?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “Don’t ‘what’ me, Chastity!” he yelled, causing her to jump and drop the bags she held. Her cell phone fell onto the rug, and she stared at it a moment then back at Desi.

  “The two men you’re fucking. I know them. I know who they are and where they live.”

  She shook her head as fear filled her insides. What would he do to them? Could he hurt Nash and Riker?

  “Why? Why are you doing this to me? You know it wasn’t working between us.”

  “They’ll use you, treat you like their sex whore then kill you.”

  “No. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You have no right to speak to me like this.” She raised her voice and the slap across her cheek came out of nowhere.

  She yelped as the pain radiated along her jaw. She tripped over her bags, trying to get away from him.

  “They’re no good. They’ll destroy you and hurt you.
You don’t belong with them. You belong with me. They’ll kill you as if you’re meaningless, just like they did to her.” He grabbed her by the front of her dress. The material ripped and she screamed then slapped her hands at his hands.

  He backhanded her again then grabbed her face and screamed at her. “You will leave them. You will call it off and end it, or I will end them. You hear me, Chastity? I will kill them. I swear, I’ll kill them, and show you their fucking heads. Do you want that?” He continued to yell as she cried and shook her head. “Please don’t hurt them. Please.”

  He shook her hard, then he shoved her against the door. Her head hit the metal door, and she thought she actually saw stars. What had he said about Nash and Riker killing a woman? Did he mean Maggie? How would Desi know about that?

  Desi grabbed her face between his hands and pressed his body against hers. Her dress was ripped. Her shoulder and part of her bra and breast were visible to him. He looked her over.

  “You will do this, Chastity. You end it with them. You end it tonight.”

  He kissed her brutally hard on the mouth. He thrust his hips against her, hard, causing her spine to hit the door. It hurt so badly, and she prayed he wouldn’t force himself on her. He cupped her breast and ripped the dress, scratching her shoulder as he pulled his mouth from hers.

  She spit at him. The anger and disgust at his treatment of her was overwhelming.

  This was how her mother spent her last days of her life. Under the thumb of an abusive batterer and ex-lover—a victim of domestic violence.

  He grabbed her chin and mouth, squeezing so hard that she knew there would be bruises.

  “I will hurt you so badly, Chastity. If you push me far enough, I’ll make you watch while I kill your two lovers, slowly. That’s what I should have done to them when they killed her.”

  “When they killed who?”

  He shoved her head back against the door. “I knew Maggie. Did they tell you about her?” he asked.

  Her eyes widened, instantly giving away that she had heard about Maggie.

  “She loved them, and they used her.”

  “There was a bomb on the boat.”

  He shoved his knee against her thigh. She cried out. “They knew that the bomb was there. They wanted to catch the men who set them up. They chose to go after them and a case, instead of getting Maggie off the boat. They killed her. They caused her death, and they’ll cause yours.”

  “No. No, you’re lying.”

  He shoved his forearm against her throat. She grabbed onto his forearm to try and pry it off of her.

  “You better not tell them a damn thing. I will hunt them and you down, and I will kill all three of you. But you’ll watch me kill Nash and Riker. You’ll listen to their pleas of mercy, and you’ll wish you were deaf. I’m giving you one last chance, Chastity. You either come with me when I return for you or watch those scumbags die.”

  He shoved her to the side and smacked her in the back of the head. She fell to the floor crying and gasping for air as the emotions and the fear rocked her body.

  She heard the door slam closed, and when she looked up, he was gone.

  Chastity reached for her cell phone. She wasn’t sure who to call. She wouldn’t call Nash and Riker. She wouldn’t get them killed. Desi was crazy. She could call the police. Desi violated the order of protection, but what good had that done her? It was more like an order of illusion. Not even that could stop Desi from assaulting her.

  She thought about calling Adelina, but she would tell Flynn and Jett. So would the detectives if she called them.

  What about Colt? Colt will do what I ask of him. Colt can help me.

  * * * *

  Colt was shaking, he was so angry. He was pissed off at Desi and upset with Chastity for refusing to call the police, Nash, or Riker.

  He used his key to unlock the door and nearly had a heart attack at the sight. The place was a mess. A broken lamp on the floor by the door. Blood on the rug, and Chastity, curled up in a ball, shaking.

  “Oh Jesus, baby. Oh God, that son of a bitch. I’ll kill him. Fuck.” He fell to his knees and reached for her, but her hair was covering her face.

  “Oh God, Colt. I hurt everywhere,” she cried.

  He slowly pushed her hair from her face, and anger filled him to his core. He clenched his teeth and stared at her in shock.

  “Is it bad? I didn’t want to look, and then everything started throbbing.”

  He saw her shoulder, the gash and the blood oozing from there. Her cheek and eyes were swollen and black and blue. Her dress was ripped, and he feared that Desi had done worse. He pulled out his cell phone.

  “Yes, I need an ambulance. A woman’s been assaulted, and she had an order of protection.”

  “Colt, no! No, Colt, no police, no ambulance. Hang up the phone!” she yelled at him, her body shaking.

  He hung up the phone and caressed her hair, as he held her gaze. The tears rolled down her cheeks. She was a mess, and this was unacceptable. Whatever she was afraid of, they would deal with it together.

  “You cannot live in fear like this, Chastity. You cannot allow this monster to get away with this. It doesn’t matter what his threats were, or what he told you to make you so scared that you’re not even willing to seek medical treatment. It ends here. You are not alone.”

  He listened as Chastity sobbed, and her words were mumbled between gasps and cries. “He’s going to kill them if I don’t leave them. He’s going to kill Nash and Riker. I can’t let that happen.”

  * * * *

  The entire crew was waiting in the visitor’s room. Cash, Zane, Hudson, Jagger, Emerson, Stone, Jett, Flynn, and Adelina. Nash and Riker were talking to the detectives who informed him that Desi was nowhere to be found. But then they had informed him they couldn’t do a thing if Chastity didn’t press charges.

  “She’s scared. This son of a bitch scared her so much that she didn’t even want to get medical treatment,” Colt told them. Nash looked at Colt. He had blood on his shirt. Chastity’s blood. He had a horrible feeling inside, and he wondered how this could happen.

  “We really need to talk with Chastity. We need to find out exactly what he threatened her with. That may help us to find out more about this shithead,” Cash said to them. They were all talking about it, and planning security for her, and for Nash and Riker.

  “Colt Morgan?” The doctor emerged with a clipboard in hand.

  “Yes, that’s me.”

  “Miss Malone placed your name down as family. I would like to go over her injuries with you.”

  “Yes, of course. But these are all her friends, and these men are her—”

  “I’m her boyfriend,” Nash stated.

  “I’m sorry, sir, but she didn’t place your name down on this list. Just Mr. Morgan’s.”

  “Bullshit. What room is she in?” Riker asked.

  “Calm down, Riker. She’s upset, and she’s been threatened. She’s obviously scared,” Stone said as he placed his hand on Riker’s shoulder.

  “I don’t know what’s going on here, but Miss Morgan was very distraught and has numerous bruises. We had to sedate her, to calm her down. She’ll be spending the night,” he stated.

  “Doctor, Miss Malone is involved in a domestic violence situation. Her life was threatened as well as her boyfriends’ lives. This is the detective in charge of the case, and myself, and my partner Zane Heston are involved as well. She’s scared, and the worst thing we could do right now is waste time. She has information that will help capture the man responsible for her injuries,” Cash Corbin stated. The doctor seemed to think about it a moment.

  “There are rules for a reason. However, I cannot stand in the way of an investigation.” Cash nodded his head and thanked him. The doctor grabbed Cash’s arm. “She’s distraught. I mean terrified and she needs comfort, not demands and yelling.” The doctor gave a stern expression toward Riker.

  Riker lowered his head. “I’m sorry, Doc. I’m in love with the woman
, and she was just assaulted by some monster. I’m trying my hardest here,” Riker admitted then realized what he said and looked at Nash. Nash placed his hand on Riker’s shoulder. “I’m in love with her, too. We’ll get through to her.”

  The doctor cleared his throat. “I get it now. Why don’t the three of you go in to see her. She may fall asleep as the sedative kicks in.”

  “Thank you, Doc,” Nash said. Nash, Riker, and Colt followed the doctor out of the room. Their buddies each touched their arms or shoulders in support.

  * * * *

  Nash felt his throat tighten up and tears fill his eyes. Chastity was all bruised and battered. Her eye was swollen shut, her cheek black and blue, and her chin was, too, and even her neck had bruises. There was a big bandage on her shoulder, and she was lying on her side. From where he entered the room, he could see more bandages down her back. He glanced at Riker, who ran his fingers through his own hair and shook his head.

  “Oh God.”

  “Colt?” Chastity whispered in a groggy voice.

  “Yeah, baby, it’s me. How are you doing now?” He leaned over and gently pushed strands of hair away from her face.

  “I want to go home, Colt. I’m not safe here. Bring me to your place,” she whispered, and her voice sounded like it clogged up with tears.

  “Baby, you need protection. The kind of protection that my place doesn’t have.”

  “No. Please, Colt.”

  Colt looked at Nash and Riker with pleading eyes. Nash could see the tears in Colt’s eyes. He loved Chastity. They really were best friends.

  “Chastity?” Riker whispered, and she turned suddenly toward him. She blinked her eyes, and then shook her head. She turned her face into the pillow.

  “Go away, Riker. Please just leave and forget about me.”

  Riker moved to where Colt was, and Nash joined him. Nash placed his hand on her hip. Riker leaned down, and somehow had the composure to not lose it, seeing her bruises.

  “Baby, we love you. We’re going to protect you,” Riker whispered.