SARAH Ronan holds Aaron’s hands in his for an uncomfortable amount of seconds. I watch his gaze drop to my husband’s other hand, and a wicked grin flashed in his eyes. It makes me fake a cough to clear my throat, anxious. It’s almost like he’s contemplating cutting my husband’s arm off and deriving so much joy from the imagination. “Uhmm, I’m sorry. But I think we need to go inside right now. The event’s about to start.” I reach for Aaron’s arm and take it from Ronan’s. He gives me a curt nod. “I’ll see you around, Sarah.” Something about the way he says my name makes my stomach twist into a tight knot. Aaron and I walk hand in hand into the hall, but I can’t stop thinking about Ronan. It’s worse when his name is on the tongue of every person in the hall. The HawkThornes, although very powerful, are known to separate themselves from events of the elite. Everyone is wondering why he is here, while trying to speak to him. It’s a good thing, it takes his eyes off me every now and then. I keep myself glued to Aaron’s arm, even though the mere scent of his cologne now irritates me. I can feel Ronan’s gaze pierce through my skin at every turn. I’m scared that he’ll walk to me, and when he does, I wouldn’t be able to resist him. “How much is Debbi asking for?” I blurt out, standing beside the champagne fountain. My darling husband seems to have been staring at a certain brunette from across the room. I have to keep his attention to make sure he doesn’t embarrass me, even if it means annoying him. It works. Aaron’s brows furrow as he frowns. For the first time since we’ve walked in, he looks at me. “Why are you asking me that?” I scoff. “You’re the one who’s been fucking her, you should know her price. She must have spoken to you about it before she went on a fucking rampage.” I roll my eyes and snatch a flute from the table. I take it down in one gulp. “Wellspring, Wellspring. That’s all you care about, isn’t it? My name is being smeared with mud, and your darling company is all you care about.” I look up at him to find him leering at me. I’m torn between giving him a slap across the face and laughing at his face. I decide to do none. I can’t let him make me cause a scene. “Your reputation?” I drop the empty flute in a passing tray, before turning fully to face him. “Why should I care about that when you don’t? I’m not the one whose penis has been sucked by half of Wellspring’s employee population.” His nostrils flare. “Maybe if you cared more about me and less about the company…” No. Hell to the fucking no. I am not going to let him pin this on me. “You stopped touching me months ago, Aaron. And I tried. I tried everything that I could to win you back, to keep you. But you wanna know what I realized?” It is a rhetorical question, so I don’t wait for his answer. “You can't keep a man that doesn’t want to be kept.” I say it with a strong conviction, and that also means letting him do whatever he wants. He kisses his teeth and his scowl deepens. “Excuse me.” “Where are you going?” I ask as he walks past me. “The restroom.” I make sure to trail him with my eyes as he walks away from me. The brunette he’s been flirting with the entire night also excuses herself and follows him behind. He’s a few steps ahead of her, but she catches up once he disappears into the corridor. I wait for the anger to come, and it doesn’t. Perhaps my mind is too exhausted to bother about him. “Someone seems ready to have more fun than you do.” The voice behind me causes my eyes to widen. The hairs at the back of my neck stand erect. I swallow hard. I’m afraid to turn. I know that he’s right behind me. “What does it matter? Our marriage is open after all. He can do whatever he likes.” “So can you. Still, you’re determined to keep yourself away from us.” I notice how he doesn’t say “me”, but “us.” I can’t quite explain it, but I find it really sexy. I’m flustered. Both my stomach and my cheeks feel incredibly hot. I can’t turn to him. I can’t let him see the effect he has on me. “Well, I have decided the drama with the three of you isn’t worth it. You’re like my brothers. I can’t…” He inches closer. I feel his breath fan the skin of my neck. My senses are at alert. He’s too close. If a picture of us is taken like this…I move away, but he covers the distance between us with one step. He’s so tall, his presence crowds my senses. My nipples suddenly feel so hard. “I can fuck anyone in this world but the three of you.” Ronan chuckles. It’s a dangerously low sound. “You’ve got it all wrong, kitten.” His hand reaches for the curve of my waist. Is he crazy? Is he remotely aware of where we are? He pulls me closer to his body, and the curve of my ass grazes something hard. Deliciously hard. “What are you doing?” I whisper. He sniffs in the scent of my neck. Fuck. How can one man be so fucking sexy? We shouldn’t be doing this, not in such a public place, but I don’t want it to stop. “Do you have any idea where we are? There might be people watching. There are people watching.” “Let them watch, kitten.” He placed his free hand on my right hip. I almost choke on my own saliva. “Let them know that you’re mine. You’re ours. Let them watch you fight your desires. Let them watch you lose. You want us, kitten. You need us. We’re all you think about when you’re awake, and the faces you touch yourself to when you sleep. Even now, you want me to bend you over this table and fuck you in front of all these people.” My breath hitches in my throat. “Ronan…” “And there’s only one reason I haven’t.” Fuck. I’m a wet mess. “Why?” I dare to ask, knowing the answer will get me in a lot of trouble. “The party isn’t complete.” I know exactly what he’s talking about, and it turns me on even more. I tilt my neck backwards to catch a glimpse of his handsome face. Electric blue eyes gaze back at me. He looks so fucking hungry for me. “Isn’t three a crowd?” His lips spread into a wide grin. “Four. And not for the HawkThornes.” He takes a step backwards, and I feel myself becoming able to breathe. I wasn’t aware I had been holding my breath ever since he appeared behind me. “Think about it, kitten.” He smiles. It’s such a beautiful sight, my heart swells in my chest. He turns his back to leave. I want to call him, to tell him I’m ready to be claimed by him, by his brothers. I want to tell him the truth: that he’s right, that all I’ve thought about since that night is being fucked by them again. That I spend three more hours in my study every night just thinking about them. But I don’t, because I shouldn’t. They’re my brother’s best friends, and completely out of bounds. So what do I do? I drop my donation, and leave the event as quickly as possible. I get home, undress in my room, take out my vibrator from my closet, and stand in front of my vanity mirror with nothing on besides the diamond choker. I smile to myself as I start my vibrator. I hope they can see this. I settle into my dressing stool and spread my legs apart. The vibrator comes touches my clit, and I shiver from the wave of pleasure that ripples through me. I close my eyes and think of them. In a dark room, I’m seated on a bed, surrounded by the three men I want the most. All naked. Ronan smiles at me. He strokes my chin as I stare at his hard cock. My tongue wets my lips. I’m so hungry for all their cocks. “You kept us waiting for so long, kitten.” He says to me, and I pout. “I’m so sorry, daddies.” “Sorry isn’t going to cut it.” Malachi says. “We have to punish you.” Jaxon adds. “Do you know how long we had to stroke ourselves watching you tease us with your pretty pussy every night you touched yourself?” Ronan growls, and I shake my head. His frown deepens. “Fine. We’ll show you.” He bends me over and thrusts his dick into my vagina. I scream from the pleasure as he fills me up. “Yes! Daddy, yes! Fuck! Fuck me!” And he does, mercilessly. Malachi sits beside Ronan and plays with my clit. I throw my head backwards from the pleasure, but Jaxon seizes my neck and guides my mouth to his cock. He forces all seven inches down my throat, and tears well up in my eyes as I choke. “You’re ours, kitten. All ours.” Ronan says over the sound of my ass clapping against his thighs. “We’re going to fill you up with our cum so you understand you belong to us.” Jaxon moans, and I nod eagerly. “What’s that, kitten? You want to be filled with our cum? You want your tight pussy dripping with our cum?” I’m crying. They feel so good. I’m close, so close I can feel the whirlpool in my stomach. “Say it, kitten. Say you want our cum.” I pull away from Jaxon’s cock as the cry erupts from my throat. “Yes! I want to be filled with your cum!” I realize I said that out loud when I squirt all over the stool, and open my eyes. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, and I look so good. My phone beeps on the drawer, and I rush to it, knowing it’ll be them. Disappointment settles in my stomach when I see my brother’s name. KEVIN: Call me, berry. NOW.