SARAH Slowly, I turn in the direction of the voice, and there he is, with the most crystal shade of ocean blue eyes. Ronan HawkThorne. To his right is Jaxon, with his gorgeous brown eyes, and Malachi… I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away. They can’t always get their way because they’re smoking hot, and I’m madly in love with them. “I’m not crying!” I bark at him without looking. If I do, I might get lost and completely forget myself. “I’m just flustered,” I continue. “My date accidentally called me a slut twice in a row.” Malachi’s grey eyes narrow on me. “Date?” A scowl snatches the lines of Ronan’s face. “He did what?” Jaxon cracks his neck. Left. Right. Then his knuckles follow, one by one. I watch Ronan give him a nod before he turns to walk away. Knowing them, I’m immediately alarmed. “And where do you think you’re going?” He pauses and turns to me. “You can’t possibly think he’s going to get away with that.” My eyes narrow, and my lips press into a thin line. I fold both my arms across my chest as I raise a brow at him. “So what? If I walked up to your date and ripped that red wig off her head, would that be fine?” I do not expect the outburst of laughter that comes from Jaxon and Malachi. But Ronan only smirks. They’re laughing? Are they crazy? No. Scratch that. I already know they’re crazy. Why do I keep allowing them to surprise me? I’m more annoyed now than ever. In fact, I can feel the steam evaporating through my ears and nostrils. “Now, that’ll be funny.” Jaxon replies. “You find it funny that I’m going to assault your date?” “No,” Malachi responds, closing the distance between us. “It’s you we find adorable.” I roll my eyes. Of course they wouldn’t care if I assaulted their date. Why would they? They don’t give a shit about her, yet they are so eager to fuck her brains out, they were willing to close tonight just for her. The realization stabs me like a knife. “God. Julian was right.” The words leave my lips in a tired breathless sigh. I might be a slut after all. A stupid one. Hence why they keep playing with me. I push past them, ready to walk away. Mid way, a hand catches my wrist, and pulls me backwards. The spin is so fast, I find myself crashing into Ronan’s hard chest as his eyes peer down, boring holes into mine that make my chest cave in, make my heart race. He puts his hands around my waist. I can feel it all. The rough grip of his fingers against my skin, through my silk skirt, the heat of his stare, the hotness of his very own breath. “You’re not leaving us to sit with that asshole, kitten.” His voice is hoarse, rough. It leaves me wanting to hear more of it. Julian and Kevin think they’re dangerous and I should stay away, but they don’t know that’s exactly what I want. I want them to possess me, to hurt people who dare to hurt me. “It’s a friendly date. Why am I even telling you this? I’m not the one about to have a good night.” I try to wriggle out of his hold, but his grip gets even tighter. Fine then. Since he wants to play, let’s fucking play. “You know what? Now that you mention it, I might just take him home and fuck him.” His jaw clenches so hard I can feel it in his chest. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just stares at me with eyes that burn hotter than his touch, like he’s trying to decide whether to kiss me or press my chest against the sink cabinet and fuck me silly. God help me, I want both. It’s Malachi who grips my chin and forces my face towards his. “Say that one more time, Sarah, and we’ll make you scream so loud your little date would hear you.” My nipples stand erect at the mere sound of his voice, like he has the power to summon them. Heat rushes up my spine from the pit of my stomach. Something about his flared nostrils make him so fucking hot. I want them so bad it’s almost impossible to stand straight with the wanton ache in my pussy. I wonder if it shows in the twinkle in my eyes, if they can see I want to be ruined just as much as they want to ruin me, if they know I definitely want to be fucked so hard Julian hears and understands that I have no problem being a slut, but only for them. So, I clear my throat and meet Malachi’s eyes with an equally challenging glare. “I should probably…” Jaxon groans beside me. “Don’t fucking push it, Sarah.” I bite back my smile. Oh. But I fucking want to. I look away from Malachi and turn to Ronan who still has me pinned in his arms. “…take him home…” “Sarah.” Jaxon’s groan grows deeper, deadlier. But I’m not done yet. No. “…and fuck him.” The words barely leave my mouth before Ronan grabs me and lifts me onto the sink cabinet. His hands are rough, and sucks in air with jagged, scattered breaths while he steps between my legs. There’s a dark lust in his eyes…all of them. Ronan's right hand seizes the back of my neck, pulling me forward. I’m surrounded by all three of them, and it’s the happiest I’ve been in days. “You’ve really done it now, Sarah,” Ronan hisses. “You’ve really fucking done it.”