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  She pulls off the material and tosses it to the floor. Her pale flesh is bruised on her hips and delicate neck. I may be responsible for the hickeys on her neck, but the ones on her hips are most definitely from Zac.

  “What now?” she asks, dropping her gaze to the floor. Her dark hair falls in curtains around her face and over her full breasts that beg to be tasted.

  “Forget I’m here. Do what feels good. Pretend you’re alone.”

  Her brows furl together before she regards me with a troubled look. “I don’t like being alone.”

  My heart squeezes in my chest. The urge to protect her, even from loneliness, is overwhelming.

  “Remember not too long ago, before all this”—I wave my chamber brush in the air—“back to when I walked in on Seb in your room?”

  Her nostrils flare. “We didn’t do anything.”

  “But you wanted to,” I challenge.

  “I did,” she breathes.

  “So, go back to that day. Touch yourself like you wanted to.”

  Her small hand slides between her thighs and her middle finger rubs at her clit over her panties. I groan because she’s so fucking hot. Spreading my legs apart, I lean back in my chair and stare at the delicious wet spot that now darkens her pink panties.

  “Show me how wet you are,” I growl, my eyes focused on her pussy.

  She slips her hand into her panties and her knuckle pushes up the fabric as she seeks entrance into her pussy. A small gasp escapes her.

  “One finger won’t do, Lucky.”

  Her honey brown eyes dart to mine. “Two?”

  “Three. Fuck all three until you’re nice and juicy. Then show me.”

  She furrows her brows as she focuses on her task at hand. Literally. A whimper squeaks out of her. I sort of feel like a dick because I know she’s sore. But if she’s going to carry on a sexual relationship with four men all at once, then she’s going to have to train her cunt to take four dicks like a champ.

  My cock aches in my pants, eager to give her a little training right now. Instead, I go back to cleaning my guns, using my other senses to enjoy the way she touches herself. Her scent cuts through the oil smell and floods my senses, making my mouth water. Sweet moans resound from her as she slowly fucks herself with all three fingers. It’s the sounds, though, that are maddening. The in and out of her fingers into her body make the wettest fucking sound on the planet and I’m so goddamn thirsty for it.

  “Show me now,” I demand, my eyes cutting back over to her.

  Her eyes flutter back open and she pulls her hand from her pussy. She wiggles her fingers that glisten in the morning sun streaming in through the window behind me.

  “Wet,” I observe with a growl.

  “So wet. All for you, Ford,” she pants, licking her lips and gazing at me like I’m her everything.

  “Clean your fingers off on your tits.”

  “Like this?” she purrs, swiping her slick fingers in circles around her nipple.

  “Exactly. Do the other one now.”

  I’m about to instruct her to come let me have a taste when Zac rounds the corner into the kitchen behind her. His brown eyes gleam with wickedness as he prowls closer, dark hair dripping onto his bare chest from his recent shower. The fucker is hard as stone in his sweats. Images of him fucking her while I watch have my dick throbbing with need.

  “My hands are all dirty,” I tell him, wiggling my fingers on both hands. “And our lucky little clover is so desperate to get fucked.”

  Zac’s nostrils flare and he licks his lips. “Looks like I showed up at the right time then.”

  She looks at him over her shoulder, baring her slender throat at me. The bruises there make me want to suck her harder the next time. Having them on her flesh all the time is an intoxicating thought.

  “You came to rescue me?” she asks.

  He shakes his head. “What I want to do to you is quite villainous.”

  “Your sweethearts left, Lucky,” I tell her, dragging her attention back my way. “You’re left with this dirty fucker”—I point to myself and then point to Zac—“and that kinky fucker.”

  Zac chuckles darkly. “He wants to watch me fuck you until you scream.”

  Despite his intimidating words, Clove is turned on. Her skin burns red and her lips part. Before she can utter a word, Zac has her yanked off the island and flipped back toward it. He bends her over, flattening her chest against the countertop. With rough movements, he yanks her panties down her thighs, ridding her of them. Her head turns so she can look at me. I have a nice side view of the deviant act. He pulls away to admire her ass, giving it a playful whap of his palm.

  “Ow,” she grumbles.

  “If a slap to your pretty ass makes you say ow, then I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ll do when I put my big dick inside it,” he growls, slapping her again, this time harder.

  She whimpers. “You’re going to hurt me?”

  Zac’s grin is wolfish. “You’re going to like it.”

  “If it hurts too bad, you say my name,” I tell her firmly, giving her an out if she needs it. “Zac’s a freak, but he’s not a monster.”

  She nods against the counter, wriggling her ass at him. “I know. Slap my ass again, Zac, and make me scream for you.”

  Well, fuck. She’s proving she’s more ready for us than we ever thought possible. Our bad girl likes it clean and dirty—soft and hard—rough and ready.

  He pushes down his sweats until they’re at his thighs. His heavy cock bobs out, bouncing up against her pussy. With a gentle but firm kick to her ankles, he forces her thighs to part farther. Rubbing his palm between her legs, feeling all that wet pussy just waiting to be punished, he rears back and gives her pussy a slap. Her body jolts and she cries out, but it’s all from pleasure.

  “Again,” she pleads, needy as fuck.

  I can’t focus. It’s mesmerizing to watch him with her, pulling out all the naughtiness hidden inside. Another slap makes her eyes almost roll into the back of her head.

  “You think she’s ready for me?” he teases, removing his hand and lining his cock up with her slit.

  “She smells ready,” I groan.

  He slides between her pussy lips, gathering her juices, before pushing into her cunt. She slides her palms to the other side of the counter above her head and grabs on.

  “I thought you were going to put it in my ass,” she breathes.

  “You’ll just cry,” he utters, his ass clenching as he thrusts into her.

  She teases him back. “Happy tears.”

  “Shut up, brat,” he groans.

  She says no more as he fucks her into submission.

  “She wants to cry,” I tell him. “Give the girl what she wants, Zac.”

  His fiery gaze darts to mine before his attention is back on her. He pulls out, grabbing his dick in his hand. Then, he presses it higher. Her entire body tightens in preparation for him to breach her there.

  “Relax,” Zac and I both command at once.

  Her body melts at our instruction. Dropping to his knees, he spreads her ass cheeks and swipes his tongue up her crease. She flinches and then cries out when he moves his mouth to the back of her thigh, sinking his teeth into her flesh—marking her. Swiping his fingers against her pussy, he gathers up her juices and uses them as lube to breach her puckered hole.

  “Relax, Lucky,” I demand, watching him fingerfuck her asshole, adding more digits and saliva from his mouth to get her all wet and ready for his cock. She’s panting, her fingers clawing at the counter, her back heaving with her need for more. Rising to his feet, Zac gently pulls his fingers out of her ass and lines his cock up with her needy hole instead. With a hiss, he presses into her slowly, inching farther inside past the rings of muscle. A choked sound escapes her. Unlucky for little Clove, she had to offer her ass for the first time to the biggest dick in the bunch. Go big or go home, I guess.

  A broken sob rattles from her.

  “You know my name.
Say it,” I urge, giving her the out I promised.

  Tears leak from her eyes and she shakes her head at me. Zac shoots me a feral look before grabbing her hip in a punishing way, inching the rest of his dick in.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “You’re strangling my dick here, Clove.”

  His hips pull back and then he slams into her hard enough that she screams. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the counter, her entire body trembling.

  “Say. My. Name,” I snarl.

  She’s quiet as a fucking mouse.

  So, Zac turns it up a notch. Fucks her ass hard and without apology. Her screams echo against the walls, sending fire through my veins.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Zac is a wild man as he pounds into her.

  Another loud sob from Clove.

  “Say it,” I bellow. “Fucking say it, Clove.”

  She says nothing that will end the pain. She fucking likes it.

  Zac reaches forward, gathering her dark locks in his fist, and yanks her up off the counter. He wraps his other arm around her stomach to hold her to him as he pistons his hips. She sobs, her feet locking around the backs of his thighs and her hands gripping the edge of the counter.

  Tears stream down her face as he fucks her ass hard. He whispers many things into her ear, his grip on her hair tight. Eventually she seems to come undone, a heartbreaking sob rattling from her.

  “Ford,” she cries.

  I slam my chamber brush down onto the table, ready to bark at Zac, but he’s already releasing her and slipping out of her. Despite no longer being inside her, he comes against her back just above her ass.

  “Such a good girl,” he breathes into her hair. “Are you okay?”

  She nods and turns in his arms to hug him. He squeezes her, kissing the top of her head.

  “Do you hurt?” he asks.

  Her shoulders shrug as though she’s embarrassed to admit it.

  “Go shower,” I tell her softly.

  Zac’s fingers slide into her hair and he tilts her head back to look at her tearstained face. “Unless you’re not done getting dirty.”

  He turns her head my way.

  Fuck, she’s so pretty. Especially a sobbing, just-fucked mess.

  Fire burns through my ass and I can’t stop trembling. It hurt. Sure, I talked a big game, but it fucking hurt. And yet…I didn’t want him to stop. I’m depraved.

  But these guys—no, these virile men—stare at me as though my depravity is something to be worshipped and adored. It has me tapping into my bravery. I’m not William’s prissy girlfriend anymore. I’m not Dad’s little media princess.

  I am theirs.

  Their woman. Their whore. Their dirty, dirty girl.

  I don’t know of any other women like me. A filthy slut who craves for four men to fuck her at every turn. In every hole. But here I am. Desperate for it. Trembling for it. Aching for it.

  My ass hurts more than I can stand. I had to utter defeat. Zac whispered into my ear that he loved how beautiful and brave and strong I was, but he wanted me to throw in the towel. He promised, with time, that we’d work up to it and that eventually it wouldn’t hurt. He begged me to say Ford’s name and end it. For now. And then he whispered that he loved me.

  Having that reassurance had me calling out the proclaimed safe word. And like it was silently agreed upon, he pulled out, finishing on my ass.

  I failed them.

  A few more seconds and he could have come inside me.

  “Ford didn’t get to come,” I whisper, my eyes locked on Zac’s.

  His dark brow hikes up his forehead. “You’ve still got some game in you, brat?”

  My lips tug into a smile. “Can’t keep me down.”

  Zac winks at me, warming my insides. “Good girl.” His gaze darkens. “Now crawl your way over to our friend Ford and show him what a good little cocksucker you are.”

  “Crawl?” I ask, my brows furrowing.

  “Under the table.” He nicks his head Ford’s way. “Go on.”

  I stand on my toes and steal a kiss. For so many years, Zac was the one I was worried didn’t like me. But his brown eyes shine with such heat and admiration it nearly blows me over.

  And…he loves me.

  “I love you too,” I whisper against his mouth before breaking away.

  My eyes lock on Ford’s. His jaw clenches as he watches me intently. Slowly, I lower to my knees as Zac bends to pull up his sweats. I wince when a pain in my ass shoots through me. Then, I start crawling across the tile floor toward the table. I push past a chair and crawl until I’m between Ford’s spread thighs. I rub my palms up his thick, muscular thighs and then set to unfastening his cargo pants. His dick is hard and springs free the moment I push his boxers down. He hisses when my hand wraps around his thickness. The tip glistens with his arousal. Leaning forward, I lick at his crown, loving the way he groans in response.

  The chair behind me scrapes across the tile and Zac sits down. He stretches his bare foot forward between my thighs. I can’t help but rock my hips, seeking the friction the top of his foot provides.

  Zac carries on a conversation about guns. I pick up words like H and K and Glock and hollow point. Ford grunts, but his focus is mostly on me. It makes me want to steal all his attention. I slide my lips up and down along his shaft, trying not to gag each time his tip pokes the back of my throat. When Ford utters a “fuuuuck,” I can’t help but smile around his cock. My self-assuredness is cut short when Zac moves his foot beneath me, distracting me. Soon, I’m rubbing my pussy on his foot of all things, as an orgasm teases at me.

  I attempt to slide Ford’s thick cock down my throat, but the weird position under the table has me gagging hard. Hot tears leak from my lids, spilling down my cheeks, and slobber runs down my chin.

  My guys make me messy.

  I pull up and then try to take him again, choking. Zac’s foot is being more aggressive and I shamelessly ride it, seeking the pleasure it offers. I’m just trying to take Ford down my throat again when my orgasm hits. A loud, guttural groan rumbles through me as I come. This must set Ford off, because his oiled fingers slide into my hair, gripping me hard. His hips thrust up, pushing his cock deep into my throat. The urge to gag is strong, but then he’s coming. His heat surges into my throat and I do everything in my power not to throw up. I want to swallow him down and make this the best blow job he’s ever had. Based on the sounds of pleasure emanating from him, I’d say I am successful.

  At the last second, my throat constricts, forcing him out. Salty cum shoots across my tongue as he finishes. I swallow it down. Then, I kiss the tip of his dick.

  He barks out a laugh. “Did you just kiss my cock?”

  I crawl out from under the table and stand, frowning at him. “So? I wanted to kiss it.”

  His oily hands find my hips and he pulls me to him. I lean forward, drawn in by his hypnotic hazel eyes. He grips my throat, tugging me closer, and presses a sweet kiss to my mouth. “Lucky,” he murmurs. “You can kiss my dick any time you want.”

  “For the record, you can kiss mine too, brat,” Zac utters behind me.

  Naked. Messy. And with cum all over me is how Seb and Leo find me when they walk in five minutes later. Never a dull moment around here.

  Milo Grieves, a muscle for hire and getaway driver for low-key jobs. We now have a name and address for the driver of the car who tried to mow down Clove, but the fucker is in the dust.

  A connection of mine in intelligence—an old military buddy who now works for the CIA—got access to the cameras from the scene. And by using a still image frame and face recognition tech, he got a match. But Milo has ghosted. Trying to find this motherfucker keeps leading us to dead ends.

  “There’s no way he’s gone off the grid on a job that has only paid out a hundred and fifty K.” Seb throws down the images and runs his hands through his hair. He’s as frustrated and tired as the rest of us with this shit.

  “Someone’s tipped him off that we’re looking for him. I
t’s the only explanation that explains him going underground,” Zac grunts, pacing the floor of Seb’s office.

  “Then we need to get the word out to him that we’re offering money for information and that’s it,” Seb says, clicking on the video feed to his bedroom where our sweetness is sound asleep after being fucked four ways from Sunday. “What about everyone in Jack’s campaign, Zac? Do they check out?”

  Zac, who has finally stopped pacing the damn floor, comes to a halt by Seb. He’s also watching the monitor as Clove shifts in her sleep making the duvet fall from her body, exposing her flesh to us. Fuck, no matter how many times we have her—taste her—it’s never enough.

  “Zac?” Seb barks, making me chuckle.

  “Sorry. Shit, yeah. Marjorie is clean. She’s dedicated to the Sterlings. The lower players do her bidding and all check out—college grads, wholesome families, dedicated.”

  “And Jack’s new security team?” I fold my arms and rest my ass against the desk.

  “They’re more like hired dogs. Doing what they’re told, don’t ask questions type. Which makes me wonder if Jack is behind this, why not just have one of them try to run Clove down? Why outsource to someone outside of his circle and risk being discovered?”

  “Maybe he didn’t want to have someone that close and had them make Milo disappear instead? Because unless this fucker is hiding in a hole somewhere, it’s looking more and more like a cleanup job,” Seb voices what we’re all thinking.

  “So, what’s next?” I ask the burning question.

  “I say we bug the house and every car, and we keep our girl here with us until we have something solid to go on.”

  “Keeping her distracted with our cocks won’t stop her from asking about Jack for much longer,” Seb says, running his hands over his face.

  A grunt sounds from Zac, and we follow his pointed finger to the screen. “Ford begs to differ.”

  A naked Ford comes into view as he ducks beneath the duvet between Clove’s legs. Her back arches, making her tits bounce as he finds purchase with his mouth. Fuck, she’s perfection.

  “I can get on and off the property undetected. I’ll plant the bugs.” Zac nods and begins his pacing again.