by Rachel Angel
Drake looked at me with the same baffled look I was sure I had. “Yes, why would Megan Bradshaw have the prized Triton diamonds, diamonds worn the night she was kidnapped and later killed?”
Dillon almost dropped the jewelry. He shuddered. “God, these are the Triton diamonds she wore when she was murdered?”
“Unless these are fakes, which I doubt,” Drake said, “because Megan wasn’t someone who would get fakes of anything when she could afford the real thing.”
“Where did you find the hatbox and all of this?” I asked.
“Hidden away behind a panel in the wall of her closet,” Drake said. “It was very well hidden. No ordinary person would have found it unless they had reason to be looking. I found it because it seemed a few of her dresses had been moved in a closet so tidy, a slight misplacement could mean something.”
“Brilliant assessment, Drake,” I said, patting him on his shoulder. Drake really was a genius when he put his mind to things. I might say that out of all of us Triton boys, he may have been the most brilliant.
“So obviously, this was valuable to her,” Drake said. “But why did this fall into Megan’s possession?”
“We can’t answer this question right now,” I said. “Take the hatbox and everything in it. Did you find anything else?”
Dillon held up a portable hard drive. “We can’t tell what’s in here without opening it. I think we need to check it.”
“Good work,” I said to Dillon.
Dillon grinned.
“There is her family album, too,” Dillon said. “Is that incriminating evidence?”
I looked through the album with my gloved hands. Nothing extraordinary for a socialite heiress, but a photo speaks a thousand words. “Take it.”
Drake had moved to a drawer and pulled out a black dress and a glitter rainbow skirt. The very outfit Haven wore the night Megan won dinner with her. And a lot more. My blood boiled just remembering how Megan had gone down on Haven making her “orgasm many times” as her posts on her social media stated.
What Haven didn’t know was that Megan had posted on her social media about “doing a Triton and making her orgasm many times,” dragging Haven’s name and our Triton name through dirt.
The private auction was one thing, but public humiliation was another.
“Definitely take the outfit,” I said, growing hard just remembering Haven wearing it so tight against her naked skin.
“Yeah,” Dillon said. “I call dibs on that dress. Haven was heaven in it.”
“Hot like hell,” Drake said, his face suddenly dreamy as he pictured Haven wearing it the night she walked down the stairs of our mansion, without panties.
My phone suddenly chimed, and I took it out. There was a blonde woman dressed all in Chanel walking out of the elevators, heading towards the Penthouse Suite. She looked familiar. Confident, authoritative. The Boss Lady. Megan Bradshaw’s aunt and Max Bradshaw’s mother, Betty Bradshaw, the CEO of Bradshaw Industries.
“Shit, guys,” I said. “Pack up now. Betty Bradshaw is here. We have 2 minutes!”
Dillon and Drake put their football finesse to use, grabbing everything and tossing it into a large black duffle bag. They put on their caps with the logo, Emery’s Electric Repairs on, and their vests with the same logo. It was the same outfit I had on. I swept the place quickly for any signs that we were there, and with zero seconds to spare, we walked out of the Suite, passed Betty Bradshaw, and into the very elevators she exited.
Chapter 3
Haven
Max pulled up to the Triton’s Estate to let me out. “I want to see you again.”
“You’ll see me at school,” I said smiling.
“Not just there, Haven,” Max said. “Out. Like on a date. I want to date you for real. Everyone at school thinks we’re together already.”
“We are…aren’t we?” I asked. “In a way. You’re my make out partner, and…”
“I want more than that, Haven,” Max said. “You know I’m crazy about you. I don’t want just sex, too. I want to spend time with you, hold hands with you. Cuddle. Go on trips with you…”
“Be my boyfriend?” I asked.
“Yes,” Max said. “We have a great easy-going thing going right now. We can talk to each other so honestly, we are so fucking hot for each other, too that we can’t keep our hands away from each other all the time, and…”
“I know,” I said. “I’ll be honest. I’m hot for you, too.”
Max’s face lit up. “You are?”
“Yes, especially after today. I’ve never come so fast. And I want to see what you’re packing down there,” I pointed to his crotch. “What I’ve seen is something I want to see more of.”
Max inhaled and said, “Why when women talk dirty like you do, it’s so fucking hot?”
I licked my lips and said, “Because it’s coming from me while I’m really turned on by you right now.”
“You are?” Max’s voice grew husky.
“As a matter of fact, I want you right now,” I said, remembering how I wanted to see him take his jeans all the way off. “Let’s pull this down right now,” I said, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging it down.
He was commando and so hard, he was straight up. Larger than I expected.
“You’re so big,” I said.
Max’s eyes were on my every move. Hungry and almost predatory. “That’s because I want you so much, Haven,” he growled.
I bent down to lick the tip of him, sending a shudder through him. Then I took him whole, sucking him and pumping him with my hands.
“God, Haven!” Max shuddered.
His ecstasy fueled me, and I went down on him faster, deeper. Until he exploded into my mouth.
I looked at him with my eyes as I finished him.
“Oh my God, Haven,” Max cried out. “I love you! I fucking love you.”
I felt in control. Powerful as I licked him up and down.
“Thank you for giving me all of Megan’s possessions at your house, Max. I’ll keep them at your place for now, but once I have a place for them, I’ll be sure to pick them up.”
I opened the passenger door of his red Ferrari and stepped out, punching the code to open the Triton Estate gate.
Then I was back in my golden gilded cage once again.
Chapter 4
Haven
I was swimming in Triton Estate’s mermaid shaped swimming pool when the patio door opened, and the Twins came out, wearing swimming shorts.
I admired their beautiful athletic bodies from afar before climbing out of the pool, dripping wet. Naked.
“Oh have mercy,” Dillon said, his mouth dropping open as he stared at me drying off with a towel.
“Fuck,” Drake said beside him.
“Hello, Boys,” I said. “Where did you go off to? I was getting a bit lonely all by myself here.”
Immediately the Twins were by my side, helping me dry off. Then their hormones took over fast, and I was spread out on a lounge chair, having Dillon go down on me, while Drake sucked on my nipples.
I moaned, running my fingers through Drake’s head with one hand and pushing Dillon’s face further down on me with my other. “So where were you two off to this morning?”
“We had an errand we had to run,” Drake said between sucks and licks. “Oh Haven, you taste so good.”
I moved his face up from my breasts to kiss him open mouth and passionately, our tongues entwining.
“God, I’m so hard for you,” Dillon said, standing. “You two look so hot just kissing,” he dropped his swim shorts, showing how hard he really was. Straight up and swollen like a log.
I stopped kissing for a second to lick my fingers before I went down to my own folds and fingered myself. I was gushing wet.
“Damn that’s hot,” Dillon said. “You fingering yourself.” He took my fingers coated with my juices and sucked on them before he positioned himself between my legs, stroking me with his fingers as he spread me wide to inch into
me.
“Hard,” I commanded him. “Give. It. To. Me. Hard.”
His eyes widen, and I looked at him with lust in my eyes as well as a command.
“Yes, Ma’am!” he groaned as he plunged so hard in me, I was lifted off the lounge chair.
“Oh Yes,” I said moaning and gritting my teeth. “Yes, that’s about right.”
“Good,” Dillon groaned, his face in total ecstasy. “If I go harder, I’ll break you in two.”
“Try it,” I said. “Just try it and see if you will, Dillon.” I grinned. I bet you will break me not.”
“Okay,” Dillon said, plunging deeper and harder with his big hard dick again and again.
Call me deviant. Call me sick for craving this, but I did. “Yes…” I moaned. “So good. You’re giving me what I want, Dillon.”
“I am?” he asked, grinning as he thrust in and out of me.
“Just like I want it, Babe,” I licked my lips as I hungrily watch him fill me up and pull out just to fill me again.
I caught Drake watching Dillon and me, his eyes dark with desire, and pulled him closer to me. With one tug, I pulled down his swim trunks until his swollen dick was sticking in front of me.
“Come here, Stud,” I said. “You’re not watching from the sidelines. I want you too.” I pulled him into my mouth and began sucking hard on him, squeezing him and moving him deeper down my throat.
With Dillon fucking me and me deep throating Drake, we built ourselves so high into a frenzy that when I squeezed my walls as tight as I could with Dillon’s dick in me, and my mouth as tight as I could with Drake’s, we all erupted at the same time.
When Drake fell on top of me only to roll me onto him to kiss and hold me in his arms, while Dillon laid down next to Drake on the oversized lounge chair to rub his thumb against my nipples, I asked them again. “Where did you go, leaving me by myself?” I pouted.
Dillon kissed my nipple and said, “New York, Haven. Sorry we couldn’t bring you along, but we had to find something.”
“Something?” I asked, taking Drake’s finger into my mouth to suck on it. He groaned as I lightly bit on it.
Drake shot a look at Dillon before he reached down with his free hand to his swim trunks to pull out something from the pockets.
I looked down.
“Don’t tell Tristan this, Haven. This is just between us,” Drake said.
I smiled happily, “You went to New York to get me a present? From Tiffany’s! Oh Drake! Oh Dillon! I could almost love you two for that!”
Drake and Dillon looked nervous. “No, even better, Haven,” Dillon said.
Drake opened his palm to reveal a 5-carat diamond ring. “This was Diamond Triton’s Coming of Age 19th Birthday Ring,” he said. “It’s fitting that you should have it as your 19th birthday a little later this year.”
I dropped my mouth in awe. I’ve never seen a diamond ring so huge. “Why are you giving it to me now when it’s not even my birthday yet?”
Drake kissed me and said, “Because we can’t help ourselves. We want you to have everything your heart desires. Everything.” He kissed me long and slow before letting go and saying, “I’m so in love with you, Haven, I’d give anything to have you.”
Dillon turned my face to kiss me, too. “I’d give anything to have you too,” he said. “You’re the love of my life, Haven. Only you.”
Chapter 5
Haven
“Wow, guys,” I said, admiring the diamond ring on my finger as I sat in front of my dressing table in my bedroom where the Twins were standing over me just wearing a towel around their waists.
We had taken a shower together in my oversized shower where they made love to me again.
“Diamond Triton,” I said. “Who was she? Who is she?”
Drake smiled, patting my head and looking proud at me while I watched him in the mirror. “I love that you care so much about our Triton family history,” he said. “That’s why you’re one of us. You belong with us. To us.”
“If I’m wearing her jewelry,” I said. “I want to know all about her. You know jewelry is such a personal thing, especially one that means so much to the owner. Take for instance…the wedding ring. When people get married, they will wear that piece of jewelry everyday until the end of their lives…or marriage.”
“So true,” Drake said.
“So,” I turned around to face Drake. “Who was Diamond Triton?”
“This was Diamond…” Dillon said, pulling out a black and white photo of her to show me.
She was just as I had pictured her. I stared at the Beauty smiling happily into the camera, full of life, full of dreams. Somehow I felt such a connection to her… she had a vivaciousness, a spark, a desire to live life to the fullest.
“Hello, Diamond Triton,” I said. “Nice to meet you!”
I turned to Drake and asked, “What happened to her? Did she fall in love, get married, have kids, travel the world?”
Drake and Dillon looked at each other, something the Twins did often, being twins. “No, unfortunately not,” Drake said.
“She died the night of her birthday, the day this picture was taken,” Dillon said.
“Oh no!” I said. “What happened?”
“She was kidnapped and then killed,” Drake said.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, my heart falling. I felt this sudden sadness take over, and I wanted to weep.
“Don’t be sad, Haven,” Dillon said, kissing my cheeks while holding my hands. “It happened a long time ago in the 1920s.”
“But it’s so sad!” I cried, tears running down my cheeks.
“Haven’s so sweet and such tender-hearted,” Drake said, wrapping his arms around me and kissing away my tears. “Don’t cry, Baby.”
“I can’t help myself,” I said.
“That’s why we think you’re meant to wear her precious last possessions,” Drake said. “You seem destined for it. You’re very alike.”
Alike? How? Before I could ask, Tristan walked into the room. A worried look on his face.
“What is it?” Drake asked.
Tristan looked from me to the Twins and back at me again. “I got word Dad and Haven’s mother are flying back tonight.”
Chapter 6
Tristan
“Shit,” the Twins said in unison.
“It’s a bit earlier than they had planned, but they are flying in for Megan’s funeral. As the head of the Tritons, Dad has to show up. The Bradshaws and the Tritons go way back. If he doesn’t show, it would mean there is a rift between our families,” I said.
“Of course that would affect the stock market,” Drake said.
“Of course,” I said. “Between the two families, we have our hand in practically every market sector.”
“Dad knows how important it is to keep up appearances,” Drake said, looking at Dillon and then at Haven.
Drake and Dillon’s faces look on the verge of panic.
The ‘arrangement’ we had going with Haven for weeks would finally be tested.
Her mother was finally coming back to the Triton Estate where the Twins and I will receive her as our stepmother.
Would Haven, our plaything, break or will she continue to play this game?
Chapter 7
Haven
I could not believe it. Mom was finally coming home…I mean here to the Triton Estate.
It had been several weeks. Several intense weeks of me without Mom. I didn’t know how I felt about her showing up at the Triton mansion, which I had grown accustomed to by now.
I didn’t know how I would feel about seeing Mom step into this place, where I have been a plaything for Tristan and the Twins for weeks. Without Mom here during that time, it was like I wasn’t the same me that once lived in New York with a Mom as my only family.
In the Triton mansion, I was someone else. I was sexy. I was desired. I was the Queen of these men who was at my beck and call, wanting to please me and satisfy my every need, especially my sexual n
eeds.
I had truly come of age.
I had become stronger.
Knowing when to keep patient and bid my time to fight back, in ways that the opponent didn’t even know, I had fought back and won…