Chapter 21

No one could've predicted the three of us lot spending the night in style with Libra fucking Thorn. I would have laughed in their face and called them crazy.

I've watched her from the shadows for so long, loathing her every move. Blaming her for the cards I was dealt. Of course, I always thought she was hot, but the narrative I let myself believe about her turned me off.

Until that day she attacked me in the asylum gym. Her fire got my dick so fucking hard I struggled to separate the Libra I was hired to keep an eye on and the Libra I wanted to thrust my cock into. The longer I'm around her, the more I want to know every inch of her. Inside and out.

I don't think Fabien ever hated her. I had to mop up his drool every time she walked by us in the halls of Tenebrose. Even after what happened on the night of the Winter Solstice Ball, Fabien was excited to tell us she'd been admitted to the asylum.

Raithe is just indifferent. If I wanted him to hate her, he did. We've only had each other in this life. We kept each other alive in the poison fields and watched each other's backs in Absentia. But I saw it in his eyes when I walked in on him and Libra that first day. He wanted her so fucking bad. I think we were always destined to end up like this—fucked up, unhinged, and obsessed with each other.

I won't ever let her get away from us now. I'll kill her before I let anyone else have her.

She punches in a code on the keypad, and I can't help but memorize the pattern of her fingers. Force of habit. I draw in a sharp breath as we follow her inside her brother's apartment .

For fuck's sake…

Raithe lets out a low whistle. "So this is how you lot live." It's not a question.

The marble floors are shiny, swirled in colors of white and gray. The walls are covered in paintings, illuminated by the track lighting and art deco chandeliers. There's a sunken living room with two black leather couches that wrap around each other like puzzle pieces. In the center lies a glass coffee table that faces a stone fireplace and the biggest flat-screen TV I've ever seen.

We follow her into another room that's even larger. She throws her garbage bag onto the twelve-foot dining room table and sighs. "Home sweet home."

Fuck. This place smells rich. Even in her blood-stained asylum clothes, she looks like she belongs here. Whereas the three of us heathens stick out like a disease.

"Bedrooms and bathrooms are upstairs. Feel free to use any of them. The kitchen's just through there if you're still hungry. Aries keeps this place stocked at all times in case he ever decides to come up here on a whim." She points toward another door.

I stand there speechless. Uncomfortable. Painfully aware of my own filth and lack of status. "Thanks."

She dumps the contents of the garbage bag out on the table, humming to herself until she finds what she's looking for. Her eyes light up as she reaches for the gold and diamond-encrusted cigarette case. She clicks it open and takes out one of the joints. "I'm about to get really fucking high right now." She lights it up, takes a long drag, and passes it to Raithe.

He takes it without question, puffing on it hard before he hands it to Fabien.

Libra looks me up and down. "Aries's room is the primary suite at the end of the hall. Help yourself to his closet. I'm sure you can't wait to get out of those clothes."

I take a long drag from the joint, sucking the smoke deep into my lungs before I cough it out. "You want to dress me up like one of your trust fund boys?" I shouldn't be annoyed, but I am. Aries's apartment reminds me that these people never want for anything, while I have to scratch and claw for every single thing.

She narrows her eyes at me, a tinge of hurt flashing in them. "That's not what I'm trying to do. Walk around naked for all I care."

I double down. "Maybe I will. Better than looking like a clown."

Raithe and Fabien throw me a look that seems to say, chill . But I'm still so bitter. I also need a good night's sleep. The longer I stay awake my irritation grows.

Libra snaps her cigarette case shut, and the shrill noise echoes through the tension between us. "My brother isn't a clown… Whatever. I'm going upstairs to take a shower. Make yourselves at home." She glares at me before leaving. "Or don't."

My frustration turns to desire as I watch her strut up the stairs. I wonder if she'll leave the door unlocked. I'm getting in either way.

"Come on, boys. Let's go remind our little freak what it means to be owned by us."

The door's unlocked.

I smirk as the three of us creep into her room. We follow the sounds of rushing water against stone. Her bathroom is bigger than my entire room at Tenebrose. So many surfaces and walls to fuck against.

I glimpse her figure in the massive walk-in shower. Through the steam, she's a dangerous vision of blonde hair and vanilla crème skin. I hear her breath hitch when she becomes aware of our presence. "One, two, we're coming for you…" I murmur.

She plasters herself against the shower wall, her arms pressed back, not bothering to cover herself. We don't rush to take our clothes off, instead we watch her sweat, breathless and ravenous, as she waits for us to undress one by one.

Her chest heaves as we enter her space. I turn the other shower head on and stand underneath it, letting the hot water wash away the blood and filth. Raithe and Fabien nestle up on either side of her and my cock hardens at the sight.

Fabien slips a finger through one of her nipple rings and gives it a light tug. She bites back a moan. Fuck. The things I want to do to this woman.

Raithe does the same to her other nipple. "You're still our fucking whore," he growls.

I stroke the length of my shaft, my stomach tightening as the blood rushes down to the tip. "Spread her open for me."

She lets out a whimper, her face flushed. "We're not in the asylum anymore," she breathes. "You can't just come in here and do whatever you want."

A flutter of tingles shoots down my cock. "You going to stop us?" I stalk toward her, still holding my length.

Raithe and Fabien each pin one of her arms up and against the shower wall. Fucking hell, she wants this as much as we do. Her eyes tell me so much more than her words.

Fabien licks the side of her face. "Don't you ever fucking tell us no."

They each use their free hand to pull back a side of her pussy. So fucking pink and swollen, just aching for us to fill her. Fuck.

She arches her back against the shower wall and moans even as she shakes her head in protest. "You're just going to take without asking?"

I reach in between their hands and thrust my finger inside her. "We don't ask. And neither do you. You wake up in the middle of the night and want to fuck? Then you fuck. You take. Even if we're asleep. I better wake up to you sliding your tight little cunt down my dick."

Her lip quivers as she sucks in a deep breath. "You're all insane."

"Wider," I order Fabien and Raithe.

They hoist her up by her thighs and spread her pussy lips farther back. Raithe sucks on her earlobe while Fabien nibbles on her jaw, leaving tiny bite marks all the way down to her chin.

I line up my cock to her entrance and rub my tip up and down her slit. She's so fucking wet. So slick . "I wanna hear you scream, little freak."

She lets out a deep moan as I thrust my cock deep inside her pussy. Fuck she's so tight. So hot. Like an inferno. I'm wild, unhinged, at the sight of her twisting and writhing against the shower wall, her legs pinned, and her pussy held open by them. "Yeah, there you go. Open up for me."

I pump into her, slamming her against the stone tiles. Fuck she feels so good. I take her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking and biting until I taste blood. She tries to wrench away, but I hold her in place. My cock brushes Raithe and Fabien's fingers every time I slide in and out. It drives me wild with need. A craving to consume every inch of them. I want to see them fuck her; I want to fuck them . Endless possibilities. And still, my carnal lust won't ever be satisfied.

I slide my hands up her body and loop a finger through each of her nipple piercings. I pull them up, relishing the way her nipples swell and redden. "These are missing something," I rasp.

Fabien moans. "I'll get them."

Yes. "Good boy."

"Get what?" Her voice is raspy and full of ache.

I pull out so I can flip Libra around and force her to her knees. "You'll see. Now I'm going to fuck this tight little ass while we wait."

With her sandwiched between us, Raithe grabs the back of her head and kisses her hard. He reaches down, shoves his fingers deep inside her pussy, and then licks them clean. "Mmm, delicious. Have a taste."

She moans when he shoves his fingers in her mouth. "Such a dirty fucking whore for us, aren't you? You like being used by us."

I spit in my hand and slather saliva all over my cock before pushing into her puckered anus. "Fuck, she's so tight."

"Oh, fuck," she cries out. "Stop. You're too big."

I chuckle and push in deeper. No fucking way, I'm pulling out now. "Shhh, relax. It's going to fit perfectly."

She claws at Raithe's chest. "But it hurts."

He kisses her cheek as he holds her up. "Yes… until it doesn't and you cum all over his cock."

I still myself when I'm halfway in, my cock throbbing against her clenched walls. "Fuck, I love hurting you." I'm going to cum any second if I'm not careful. I need to take my time.

"Oh, fuck," Fabien rasps when he walks back in on us. "Your cock looks so good in her ass. I want to suck it after."

I wink at him. "Come here and guide it the rest of the way in."

His eyes light up. Without hesitating, he hands Raithe the chains we snagged from the asylum and wraps his hand around the base of my cock. I grab his head toward me for a kiss. As soon as our lips meet, I slip my tongue in his mouth. We devour each other as I feel him yanking on my cock, burrowing me deeper inside Libra's ass.

She screams as I push all the way in. The sound makes Fabien kiss me harder. Raithe sticks two fingers into her mouth. "Gag on me, little freak. I wanna see that throat fucking bob."

She moans, her head dropping onto his shoulder as he chokes her. "Yes, that feels so fucking good."

Her hole is finally slick with need and desire. I thrust in and out. "Oh, my, fucking…" I can't even form sentences.

Fabien pulls her hair, forcing her head back so he can watch Raithe's fingers press down against her tongue. "Filthy fucking slut," he growls.

This makes her moan louder.

"Put them on," I order.

Fabien purrs in her ear, "Time for your leash, little freak."