Phantom's Destruction or Destiny [Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 5 ] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dywer

  “What the fuck are you talking about? A play?”

  Raymond stood up and poured himself a snifter or brandy. He smiled before he took a sip. “The last act of the play. The lovers will sacrifice themselves to save one another, but the villain will kill them all. They’ll die either alone knowing that their lovers died, too, or they will die watching their lovers suffer.”

  He tossed his free hand in the air in a circular motion. “I have not decided the final outcome just yet, but it will end well. I will get my revenge on Jett and Flynn Greyson for destroying the drug cartel in Columbia and forcing me to withstand months of torture. Just as I killed their friends. And I will possess their woman, take her in my arms, perhaps even make love to her while they watch before I slit her throat and end their happiness, as they ended mine. It’s all up in the air right now. But either way, they’re dead.”

  “You really think this is going to go down like that?”

  “Sergio, I have gotten away with so much more than this. This situation is just for fun. The fact that Jett and Flynn’s uncle turned out to be the man who tried to take over my importing route was more than coincidental. It was destiny. Now, prepare the men for taking Kaitlin and Bryer. On my call, the events will begin.”

  “Any idea of when?”

  He thought about it a moment as he looked out the window and the gorgeous sun set over the city skyline.

  “Patience, my friend. Let them think that they have the upper hand. Let them get comfortable and enjoy Adelina in their bed. It will make tearing them apart and ripping their hearts out even more powerful and fulfilling.”

  * * * *

  Adelina was moaning in her sleep. Flynn woke up, along with Jett, and watched her. She kept her hands folded in front of her chest, under her chin. Her large breasts peaked out from beneath her arms, and her leg was slightly pressed upward in a guarded position.

  “She’s in pain,” Jett whispered.

  “That cream is supposed to ease the ache. It has some natural minerals and herbs to enhance a numbing sensation. Kind of like a sore muscle cream, but penetrates deeply. Should we wake her?” Flynn asked. He never felt so compelled to care for someone. Usually by now, after having sex with a woman, she was out of the bed, out of the building, and on her way. They both didn’t want Adelina to leave.

  Flynn looked at Jett as Jett caressed her hair from her cheeks.

  “She’s so beautiful.”

  “I know. We’ve admired her from afar for so long. It’s almost surreal to have her lying here between us now.”

  Jett gently rubbed his thumb across her lower lip. She crunched her eyebrows together and moaned softly, then snuggled closer to his chest. Jett smiled. When he looked at Flynn, Flynn could see the admiration and excitement in his brother’s eyes. Flynn felt that excitement in his own body.

  “We failed her, Jett. We can’t ever fail her again.”

  Jett looked at Flynn, a much more serious expression on his brother’s face now.

  “We won’t. As long as we put her first, she’ll always be protected.”

  Flynn glanced toward the bedside table. The room was dark, the way they liked it after a long night at the club. It wasn’t uncommon for them to sleep until noontime after a late night. The blinds were special made to almost entirely block out the sun, and even the furniture was black. Flynn saw that it was nearly 11:00 a.m.

  “We should let her rest.” He trailed his finger along her shoulder. When she rolled deeper against Jett’s chest, despite the low light in the room, her injuries came into view. Like a strike to his chest, Flynn felt the anger encompass him. Jett looked up as he caressed Adelina’s hair, while holding her snuggly to his chest.

  “What is it?”

  Flynn just stared at the bruising. He thought about how they made love last night, and how they both claimed her together. It was like nothing they ever felt before. He had tried his hardest to not focus on the sight of her injuries while he made love to her. But now, the feelings of anger and of guilt for not protecting her were clogging his throat. He couldn’t speak. If he did, he may show the weakness that was becoming unbearable to hide.

  Then Jett spoke to him.

  “I know,” he whispered. Flynn locked gazes with Jett. Their bond as twins was brought to another level last night while they made love to their woman together.

  Flynn bit the inside of his cheek as he shook his head and tried to force his emotions away.

  “I feel it, too. It’s powerful enough to break me down. That in itself is fucking frightening.”

  “We’re not supposed to break. We’ve conditioned ourselves to always remain in control. I don’t like these feelings of failure and guilt. She never should have been placed in this position.”

  “I know. But we can’t focus on the past. We have to focus on the future and what we want with Adelina. I want it all, Flynn. I want more of what we felt last night. That intense connection and energy. It was like, I don’t know what. Like nothing I ever felt before.”

  “A power surge. Like a shock to our system, this woman rocked our world.”

  Jett smiled. “I like that. Our beautiful little electrifying powerhouse. Adelina completes us. We don’t need to be those conditioned hard-hearted assholes we’ve been being. Not around her.”

  Flynn thought about that a moment as he gently ran his finger along her shoulder.

  “I think we need to be like that a little longer. These men, this guy who hurt her and threatened her, want to make us suffer. We can’t be weak. We need to do what we do best.”

  “We will. We have to. Her life depends on it.”

  * * * *

  Adelina awoke feeling kind of stiff. Other body parts were definitely sore from lack of use, but in a good way. She smiled when she thought about Jett and Flynn. Her fantasy of having them had finally come true. So why was she feeling as if it wouldn’t have happened if her life hadn’t been placed in such danger, or if she wasn’t going to sabotage their club?

  She realized she was all alone in the king-size bed, and that brought on more fears and questions. Had they not wanted to stay with her? Was she just like the other women they sought and had sex with? She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. The tears swelled behind her eyes, and she blinked them away as she rolled to her back.

  “Ouch!” she exclaimed as her back hit the mattress. She had completely forgotten about the bruises. Jett and Flynn were the reason why.

  As she adjusted the sheet to try and pull it up over her exposed breasts while she tilted to her side to take pressure off her back, the door swung open.

  “Adelina, are you okay?” Jett asked. He and Flynn were there, and she quickly covered herself as she tried to reposition.

  “Yes, yes, I’m fine,” she whispered. But the truth was, she wasn’t fine. She ached everywhere, and especially in her heart.

  Flynn was by her side, caressing her hair from her cheek. Jett climbed onto the bed, only wearing jeans and no shirt just like Flynn.

  She stared at them, her lips parted, and Flynn smiled, and then cupped her face between his hands.

  “You rolled to your back and forgot about the bruises?”

  He was too smart. Too in tune to her.

  She nodded her head.

  “Aw, baby. Why don’t I put on more of that cream from last night? It should be applied twice a day,” Jett said and then stood up to go grab the canister.

  Flynn leaned closer.

  “We were just taking some phone calls, and checking on Kaitlin and Bryer.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Shh, it’s okay. They’re okay.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. When he released them, she shivered with desire. His eyes darkened as he maneuvered to the bed and then under the sheets. He pulled her on top of him, and she immediately straddled his waist. The feel of his cock, hard and long beneath her naked ass, aroused her desire.

  When his large hands cupped both breasts, she closed her eyes and moaned.

 
The sheets fell from her body.

  “My God, Adelina, you are so very beautiful,” Jett whispered.

  She looked to the right and saw him holding the container of cream.

  “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Does something else hurt?” Flynn asked as he thumbed her nipples then cupped and squeezed her breasts.

  “I…I thought you left me.”

  Flynn’s hand left her breasts and grabbed her hips. He gave her a squeeze, causing her to lock gazes with his piercing blue eyes.

  “Never, baby. Never going to leave you. This thing between us is real, it’s different, and we want all of you.”

  She felt the tear roll down her cheek as the sincerity of his words, and tone encompassed her.

  “Every bit of you. And we want to give you every bit of us,” Jett stated, as he climbed onto the bed, and stroked his hand down her arm, brushing against the inside of her breast.

  “I want you. Both of you.” They chuckled and she lowered her head. Her blurt of honesty made them laugh and now she felt embarrassed.

  She tried to unstraddle Flynn but he had other plans. “No. Do not move. We want you, too. Let’s do this so you’re most comfortable and won’t risk having pain.” He lifted her by her hips and placed her on the bed.

  Both men removed their jeans and Jett reached for the dresser drawer, pulling out a tube of lube.

  Her anus clenched in anticipation as her pussy throbbed like some desperate lover in need of their cocks. It was so outrageous. It was like her body knew that they belonged to her, and that they fit her in every way.

  This time Flynn lay down on the bed with his legs spread over the edge. Jett lifted her up, she straddled his waist and he kissed her deeply. She took the opportunity to run her fingers through his jet-black hair, and feel the muscles in his shoulders. He was exquisite. They both were.

  He released her lips and smiled. “You have a hell of a body on you, Adelina. A hell of a body.”

  She felt the surge of confidence and desire run through her, and she gasped as he maneuvered her around in such a quick, easy motion as if she were as light as a feather. She straddled Flynn’s hips and he immediately reached up, yanked her down by the back of her head and hair and pulled her hard against him. She crushed her mouth to his as her breasts pressed hard against his pectoral muscles. She thrust her hips, and lifted, wanting his thick long cock inside of her where her pussy leaked with desire.

  Flynn used his other hand to maneuver his cock between her wet folds as Jett pressed two fingers of lube to her ass and slowly pushed into her back entrance.

  She lifted her hips, giving Flynn enough room to enter her cunt and shove upward.

  She gasped, pulling from his lips as his first set of strokes took her breath away.

  * * * *

  Jett felt as if he would explode before he even had the chance to love her. And love her he did. He knew it immediately. Last night, as they made love for the very first time, all his desires and his hidden emotions flooded his brain. Day in and day out for the last two years he thought of nothing but Adelina as perfection and too special for the likes of him and Flynn. He admired her from afar, tried his damndest to get her out of his head just as Flynn had. But it was no use. Once her life was threatened, once he saw her with Raymond, that motherfucker, he knew he needed to have her. He knew he had to make a move and would convince her that she, he, and Flynn were meant to be together.

  Jett looked at her bruises. The fact that Raymond did this to her and could have even gone farther, maybe even raped her, angered him. But the sounds of her moaning and Flynn grunting with every stroke into her luscious cunt made his mind refocus on only one thing. Reclaiming his woman. Marking her body in the most natural and complete way. By making love to her, over and over again, building a lasting bond.

  He pulled his fingers from her wet ass and then spread her cheeks.

  “I’m coming in, baby.”

  He leaned down and licked between her ass cheeks and then nipped her flesh. Flynn pumped his hips upward and she slid her legs wider in an attempt to not fall off-balance. Not that that would happen. Flynn was holding her hips, his large hands expanded to nearly her lower spine. She was so petite compared to them.

  He lifted up, stroked his cock between his hands, and then stared at her puckered hole. She leaned forward as he pressed the tip to her entrance. He stared at her body. It was perfection, aside from the bruises that stood out so dark to her creamy skin. He closed his eyes and willed away the anger, the regrets of not being there to save her.

  “Jett, please. I want you in me, too. I need you both.” Her words and the tone of her raspy voice did him in.

  “As you wish,” he whispered and then pushed into her ass. The feel of her tight anal muscles gripping his cock made him groan out loud.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Holy fuck!” Flynn roared.

  Jett pressed fully into her and began to thrust repeatedly. As he thrust into her, Flynn pulled out. Flynn pulled Adelina down by her head and hair and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her legs spread, giving Jett the opportunity to go deeper. He gripped and massaged her ass cheeks as he stroked over and over again into her ass. She moaned and then Flynn released her lips and roared his release. “Adelina!” He shouted.

  She lifted up as Flynn lay flat on the bed, his arm over his eyes. Jett wrapped his arm around her waist, right under her breasts and thrust his hips. He wanted to be so deep inside of her. Lost in Adelina. Just a few more strokes and he would explode, and then Adelina screamed her release as she reached under them and grabbed his balls.

  Jett growled out her name. “Adelina, holy God, woman!” And he pumped again and again until he shook from the aftermath.

  He squeezed her as gently as he could, knowing she may feel the pain of the bruises with their bodies connected like this. But she reached back, laid her head against his shoulder, and stared up into his eyes.

  He placed his palm against her soft cheek, as he leaned down and kissed her lips.

  “So beautiful. Never like this, Adelina. Never.” She smiled softly until Flynn reached up and pinched her nipple.

  Jerking forward, she gave his chest a light smack, but he grabbed her wrist, pulled her down against his chest, and kissed her.

  Jett smiled but remained deep within her. Nothing ever felt so prefect, so real and powerful as this. Nothing.

  Chapter 9

  “It has to be someone from your past. There just doesn’t seem to be anyone that you and your uncle have in common who is part of an organized crime syndicate,” Cash sated, as he, Zane, Al, Hudson, and Jagger sat around the living room. Adelina was talking with Nash, Riker, Stone, and Emerson in the small kitchen.

  They were hoping to go over conversations she’d had with Raymond that could be a clue to who this guy really was.

  “We didn’t recognize Raymond and neither did our uncle. You sent him a picture last week, right, Flynn?” Jett asked his brother and Flynn nodded, but he kept looking over his shoulder toward the kitchen. Neither of them liked having Adelina out of sight.

  Just then Adelina and the guys emerged.

  “Go ahead and tell them the story that Raymond told you,” Nash said as she walked into the room. Jett held out his hand for her to take a seat on his lap next to him and Flynn. She chose to stand.

  “He mentioned something about a drug cartel, and working with some big shot manufacturer in Colombia. He said that the operation was exposed, and they all thought there were hundreds of police or government agents raiding the location. Instead there were four, and a small but resourceful group of soldiers.”

  Jett and Flynn locked gazes. Flynn stood up.

  “Peter and Viper,” he whispered.

  “Shit, those are your two friends that you lost a few weeks ago, right?” Zane asked.

  “Yeah, who just so happened to be on that mission in Columbia,” Flynn replied.

  Stone whistled. “Holy shit. This fucking guy got away and has been looking to seek reven
ge?” he asked.

  “Who got away? Do you guys remember?” Cash asked.

  “Yeah. The main drug lord, Vasquez, was found decapitated three weeks later by local police,” Flynn said.

  “Shit,” Zane added.

  “Yeah and Raul, his main guy who ran the operations, disappeared.” Flynn said.

  “But we heard he was picked up by the financial backers to their manufactory. Those people, whoever they were, would be pissed. We figured he was dead and the government felt that our job was complete and successful,” Jett added.

  Adelina covered her mouth.

  She turned away a moment. Jett grabbed her hand and pulled her against his side. “What is it?”

  He rubbed his hand gently up and down her arm. She shivered.

  “Raymond told me that he was captured by men who wanted to hurt him, interrogate him, and that he learned a lot about interrogation tactics and getting people to talk. What he did to me, he learned—”

  “Shh, baby, don’t.” Jett pulled her between his legs and hugged her to him. Flynn stood up and caressed her shoulder.

  “Raymond must be this guy from then. Do you remember what that guy Raul looked like?” Jagger asked. They all looked pretty upset about what happened to Adelina.

  “He didn’t look like him, but I suppose he could be about the same height, bigger build now,” Flynn said.

  “Well, he’s obviously not going by Raul whatever his last name was. We checked the last name that show up on his driver’s license and accounts. They’re aliases,” Zane told them.

  “So the government knows about the situation fully now?” Flynn asked.

  “We called the commander and notified those who needed to be notified. We’ll figure out who he is,” Cash said.

  “He must have had some major plastic surgery done to look completely different,” Hudson stated aloud.