Chapter 7

Tillie

"Ineed more." Has my voice ever sounded so needy and breathless?

A deep hunger makes me suck in my stomach, my whole body quivering with the need to feel Dom moving inside of me.

I. Need. It.

"Shhh, little bitch. All in good time. Now be a good girl and present yourself for us." Dalton's voice is gravelly, the low demanding tones coming out of his mouth cause my pussy to fucking drip for him.

Literally dripping. The pillow is soaking wet between my thighs, rubbing against my slippery clit as Dom makes me hump the feathered pillows.

I keep my eyes on Dalton as he leans back in the chair, legs spread wide while he pumps his big cock up and down at an unhurried pace. He cocks an eyebrow when he sees me watching him, waiting for me to do as he says, and my whole body tightens in a small amount of fear yet so much lust, that I'm almost dizzy with it. Holding his stare, I slowly bring my arms behind my back and along the curves of my ass. Taking a deep breath, I grip each cheek and spread myself open until I feel the hot, burning gazes of them both looking at the most exposed part of my body. It's a strange feeling, being so vulnerable and open, but I know Dom is going to take good care of me. It goes without saying that, deep down, this man won't ever hurt me, physically or emotionally. Dalton too. He's going to watch my ass get fucked, but I know he'd put a stop to everything if it all became too much for me.

That's the thing about my crazy men, they push me to the limits that almost border on being too much, but they haven't gone so far that it's left me broken. Being forced to my knees for them almost empowers me. I can leave their legs shaking, brains a scrambled mess as pleasure consumes them, all while I might have a sore throat and tears in my eyes from my face being roughly fucked. It's a fucking strange world, but since I met them, I've learned my way, and I now know that women aren't only good for one thing. We hold just as much power as them.

"That's a gorgeous sight, Mama. Look at your hole, gaping open and then squeezing tightly closed, wanting to be filled and thoroughly fucked by my big cock," Dom whispers in a rough voice, the palm of his hand pressing flat against my back, right above my ass crack. I shudder, moaning as I watch Dalton spit into the palm of his hand, coating his cock with his saliva. Dom rubs at my lower back for a second, as if waiting for my body to relax before he moves his hand lower. He takes his time as he trails a single digit between the crack of my ass until he gets to my asshole, pausing there as he circles it, coating me with more lube. "Okay?" he asks softly just as he starts to put pressure around my puckered hole but stops before moving forward.

I didn't think I could love this man any more than I already do, but that's a lie. Tears gather in my eyes at how gentle he's being and I furiously blink them away. I'm loving every minute, even though I'm slightly scared, but I don't want him to hold back, and I know he will if he sees my tears.

"Dom?" I whimper as Dalton clenches his jaw, his fist moving faster over his pulsing monster cock.

"Yes, Mama?" Dom rumbles in a seductive voice.

"Don't hold back. Please," I beg, needing him to be who he is.

Rough and violent. Demanding and controlling. Loving and gentle.

I need it all. Every single piece of who he is. I don't want him treating me with kid gloves, so this is me taking my power back. A piece of myself that was forcefully taken.

"I don't want to hurt you." He pauses his finger but leaves just the smallest pressure on my back entrance.

"I want you to hurt me. Fuck me hard but love me afterwards." I'm gasping, hips rocking back onto the pillow the more turned on I get, craving him to slide in and out of me.

"Fuck. Give her what she wants. She can take it." Dalton groans as if he's in pain at my words, biting his knuckle as he angles his head to stare at the way my hands are spreading my cheeks further apart for their gazes.

"You're killing me, Tillie. Give me a safe word. Now," Dom growls, his hand gripping my hips so hard that I know I'll have bruises after, but I love that.

I love knowing that he's marking me in a way I'll feel and see for days, knowing I belong to him and who gave me everything I asked for.

"Mrs. Sullivan." I smirk at Dalton as he stops pumping his hand up and down his cock to glare at me.

"Fucking hell. I'm never going to hear the end of that," he mutters before stroking his cock hard and fast like he's mad at it.

"Spread wider for us, Mama," Dom orders, humming in the back of his throat as I follow his order. "Good girl."

My pussy clenches at the praise, feeling really fucking empty.

He starts circling his finger around and around my hole at a slow, maddening pace, and I'm seconds from shoving back on his finger until he finally gives me what I want. The pressure feels tight at first, his finger only pushing in a little before sliding out just as slowly. On and on he teases me, taking his time coating the entrance of my ass with so much lube that I can hear his fingers making wet, squelching noises until he's finally knuckle-deep.

"Oh God," I pant into the comforter, my wide eyes locked on Dalton the whole time.

"Not God. Just your daddies." Dalton flashes me a wink and rubs the slit of his cock where pre cum is dripping out into his big hand.

"More?" Dom asks huskily, pushing his whole finger inside and circling my inner walls to coat it with as much lube as he can before he slides his digit out.

"Yes. Don't stop," I moan, arching my lower back higher and pushing back, desperate to feel his touch again.

"Greedy, Mama. Keep moving your hips back and forth, I want you trembling when I push into you." Dom groans behind me and three thick fingers start to push into my ass, stretching me until it burns and my eyes water at the sting.

"Look at you. You're so fucking beautiful, Tillie. You were made for us." Dalton's upper lip lifts into a snarl, pleasure darkening his purple eyes into dark storm clouds.

I can't talk, my throat tightening as emotions grip me. This is trust. Handing yourself over into someone's hands who will take care of you and leave you whole at the end. I never thought this would feel good. I didn't know that my pussy would gush at ass play, but my God. I'm like a waterfall down there, soaking the sheets and Dom's thighs. It feels fucking incredible.

"More," I demand with a moan, pushing my ass back onto Dom's fingers as he plunges them past his knuckles, but he pauses. "No! Please. Don't stop." I'm begging, needy, and to the point of crying from how tight my body is with pent-up lust.

"Hard or slow?" Dom demands in a harsh tone, his voice deep with desire.

"Hard," I growl through my teeth, trying to move, but he holds my body still, no matter how much I shift around on my knees.

"That's our girl." Dalton grunts, twisting his wrist on the mushroom head of his cock and sliding his palm down the long length with a pained expression.

He's already close to coming, but he's holding back for me.

"Remember your safe word," Dom threatens, his voice so deep that my legs quiver, leaving me wanting to feel his lips talking into my pussy.

I cry out when he quickly plunges his fingers in and out at a rapid pace that has me rocking my hips back to meet each thrust. My clit almost hurts because it's so sensitive as it rubs back and forth on the pillow, my pussy lips getting the same treatment. I'm close to coming as my legs start to shake and my moans fill the room. But, all of a sudden, Dom stops and pulls his fingers out, leaving me a mess on the sheets as tears roll down my cheeks.

"No! Don't stop. Damn it, Papi," I plead, my voice so desperate and raspy that I hardly recognize myself.

"Don't move and keep holding yourself open for me." Dom's voice is like silk, a deep purr with his smooth Spanish accent that makes my heart race.

Dalton stops stroking himself for a second, as if he's mesmerized at whatever Dom is doing behind me, but I don't have to guess much longer when I feel the blunt head of his thick cock at my entrance. I stop humping the pillows and my breathing comes to a halt as a thick, dark cloud of disturbing memories tries to creep into this moment, wanting to ruin this for me.

"Say you're mine and only mine!" Cruz grunts into my ear from behind me as he tears through my virgin ass, panting like an animal in heat with each thrust that makes me feel like I'm being fried alive from the inside.

I remain quiet, tears and snot dripping down my face to splash on the cold cement below me. I won't give him the words, won't give him what he wants because that's one thing he can't take from me.

My voice is my own. He can torture me for hours, days, weeks, months, and years… but I'll never be his.

"That's how it's going to be? Anyone who looks at you will know exactly who you belong to," Cruz snides in my ear before pulling back and the slick click of his knife opening causes my whole body to tense up.

Blinding pain. Carving. Long, deep drags of the knife into my flesh.

Marked.

Owned.

Never free.

"Little bitch, open your eyes and look at me!" The deep rumble of Dalton's voice drags me out of my past and into the present, his eyes a hard, passionate purple that won't let me go. I don't even remember closing my eyes, but I must have at some point as the bad thoughts drifted through my mind. He holds my stare and leans in close, softly sliding his thumb back and forth over my parted lips. "What do you need?" My body relaxes into Dom's hold at the question as Dalton cups my cheek, forgetting about his throbbing cock altogether.

Fuck. I don't deserve them.

"This. Just keep doing that," I say to them both, sighing as I snuggle my cheek into Dalton's palm before nipping at his thumb that rests on my bottom lip.

"Take a deep breath for me, Mama, and slowly exhale. It's going to hurt, but I'll stop anytime you want. We'll take this slow," Dom promises, soothing all my worries away instantly. I inhale through my nose and wait for a split second as I feel the pressure on my asshole, the tip of Dom's big cock trying to slip through the first ring of muscles that keep clenching, as if trying to keep him out. I exhale loudly and feel my body relax with it, sinking deeper into the pillows under me. I grind a little bit, feeling a spark in my lower stomach again, so I grind harder while pushing back. The moment I do, Dom pushes in, his fat cock stretching my inner walls to the point of pain. It's a fucking tight squeeze. "Choking my cock, Tillie," Dom rasps out just as he slides out a little and pushes back in deeper, the stinging pain making my eyes water.

"His cock is hardly moving inside your ass, little bitch. You're strangling him." Dalton bites his plump lower lip and keeps looking at where Dom is slowly pumping in and out of me with shallow thrusts.

The moment I feel him bottom out, I let out a whimper. I'm stretched to the max, and there's a burning pain around where my ass clenches over and over again on his cock. Feeling my inner walls beginning to spasm around Dom's cock somehow makes my pussy gush more, pleasure hitting me just as he takes his time, sliding his dick out until only his tip is in.

"Want more?" Dom asks, his hands sliding down to move my hands away from my ass cheeks. He laces his fingers with mine and places them above my head until I'm grabbing the iron headboard with my fists.

"Y–yes." I struggle to answer through panting breaths, my thighs quivering as he palms my ass.

I gasp as Dom suddenly smacks my left ass cheek, then the right in rapid succession, switching back and forth until I'm a moaning, loud mess. At some point, I curl my tongue around Dalton's thumb and suck it into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as if I'm sucking his cock.

"I can't decide what to look at more. Your pouty lips or your ass cheeks jiggling with each smack." Dalton groans, his gaze flickering up to mine when I slip his thumb out of my mouth.

"Would you rather be watching or filling my mouth?" I practically purr, my tone seductive to my own ear, feeling desire sweeping through my body so hotly, I'm surprised the mattress hasn't burst into flames.

Dom chuckles behind me and smacks my ass hard once more before smoothing his palm over the burning pain just as he plunges his cock inside me again with a swift snap of his hips. My loud gasp turns into a moan as the back of my thigh slaps against his, the pillows shifting under me as my hips rock forward from his thrust.

"Fill her mouth. She wants it, don't you, Mama?" Dom grunts harshly as he slowly slides his cock out before quickly fucking into my ass with another hard thrust.

"Yes! I want your cock fucking my mouth. I want my spit to coat every inch of your big cock with strings of my saliva sliding down to your balls. I want you to make me gag, cry… make me a mess. Both of you. Please." My breath comes in heavy pants, each exhale followed by a cry of pleasure through parted lips.

"Tillie…" Dalton growls deeply in his throat, and to my astonishment, sits back in his chair, out of my reach. "I think I'll watch for now. I want you desperate and on your knees for my cock when I feed you every single inch."

My vision goes hazy, picturing my knees sore and bruised as Dalton throws his head back while I suck his cock down my throat. I see the garage floor of Logan's house, the guys surrounding me again, but this time, they don't stop. They ruin me in the best way, using me for their pleasure. I want that. I need it as if it's the only way I can survive.

"Oh, fuck! Please. Please," I chant over and over, my legs shaking so hard as I push back against Dom to take him deeper. "Harder, Papi. I won't break."

I hear the ragged breath Dom releases right before his grip on my hips tightens and he unleashes on my body without holding back. I scream into my arm, my eyes rolling back when the headboard bangs against the wall as he pounds into me so fast and hard.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Between our bodies clapping loudly together and putting a hole in the wall, I clench so hard around his cock that he groans each time he slips out. My pussy feels empty but full at the same time because Dom is so thick, and my clit pulses from rubbing furiously against the pillows. Dalton's grunt has my eyes snapping open to see his fist moving faster and faster along his length, his face tight with tension as he starts to near his orgasm. I drag my gaze up to his eyes and find him already staring at me.

"Come," Dalton demands harshly with a lip curl, his wrist moving rapidly over his monster cock so that his hand is practically a blur.

My body obeys, desperate to give in to his command that it takes me by surprise. Dom grunts and swears under his breath just as I start to come. His pumping hips piston so fast into me, losing control, and the first splash of cum hitting my inner walls makes me cry out loudly. Legs shaking, my whole body trembles as I squirt all over the pillows and bed covering. Each gush makes me whimper, my pussy hot, filling me with an intense bliss that I never want to stop.

"Fuuuuck!" Dalton shouts out roughly, and his cum shoots up in thick, white ropes all over his pumping fist and exposed abs.

The sight will forever be imprinted in my brain with the snarl Dom lets out as he fills my ass with his cum.

"Beautiful," Dom mutters behind me, breathing heavily.

He skims his hand along my sweat-slicked spine and sweeps my hair over my shoulder as he leans down to kiss the middle of my back.

"I think you broke me," I mumble out of breath, slowly loosening my grip on the iron headboard and collapsing into the mattress with a groan.

My body still trembles, parted thighs wet as Dom's cum slides down between my weak legs in a sticky mess.

"I'll take care of you. Shower and breakfast?" Dom slips away and sits up on the side of the bed, holding a hand out to me.

I glance at Dalton with a raised brow and he shakes his head with a smile.

"If I follow you into the shower, you won't be able to walk for a week. I'm going to head downstairs and talk to the guys. They should be here by now, and I have to let them know you weren't getting murdered up here with how loud you were being." He winks and stands up before leaning over me to kiss my cheeks.

He zips his pants and pulls his shirt off to wipe away the cum on his abs before balling up the fabric to throw at Dom's feet. He strides out the door like he owns the place, whistling happily under his breath.

"Cocky fucker," Dom grumbles with a sigh before standing and stretching. I can't take my eyes off of him as his broad shoulder muscles shift. Fuck, I want to scratch my nails down his back. He really does have a powerful, beautiful body. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asks huskily, and I glance up to see him staring at me over his shoulder.

"You're beautiful too." I slowly get off the bed and approach him, sliding my arms around his waist from behind with a happy sigh.

"I see I've fucked you delirious, but fear not, Mama. I'll wash you and feed you until you feel better." He chuckles as I try to pinch his incredibly hard abs, but my fingers can't grab anything because he doesn't have an ounce of fat on him.

"Dom." I pause and kiss his back before stepping away as he turns towards me. "Thank you. That… It was… everything to me," I croak out, clearing my throat as emotions grip me.

"Tillie. I live by this lifestyle where I could die any moment, be ripped away with regrets if I didn't step up and put my actions into words. The moment I saw you, I fucking knew. You're it for me. It may seem fast, but I love you. It's that simple."

My heart skips a beat with each word coming out of his mouth and then starts pounding that I think I might pass out.

"I love you too," I whisper and slam into him so hard that he rocks back on his heels as I squeeze him tight, resting my head over his pounding heartbeat.

"I know," he cockily says and scoops me up into his arms suddenly, walking towards the open doorway that leads into the master bathroom. "Relax for now and then we'll go face Logan together. Okay?" He raises a dark eyebrow, noticing the gloomy look spreading over my face.

"I really want to hate him, but I just can't." I bite my lower lip, dreading facing him, but I'm going to have to at some point, and I'd rather it be with the rest of the guys by my side.

"Say the word. I have a bullet with his name carved into it just for him." Dom grins down at me and sets me on my feet by the shower as he turns on the water.

"You can't kill him. Unfortunately, it would upset me." I scrunch my face and love his carefree laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Maybe all will be alright and no blood will have to be spilled… maybe.

Dom walks me through his hallways, pointing out rooms as we pass by while he plays with the ends of my wet hair, twirling it around his fingers. Warm, rich brown floors and light tan walls give his house a welcoming and relaxing feel to it. The windows are open, showing lush lawns and bright colors of dahlia flowers scattered everywhere. I'm amazed as he points through an open doorway towards his office with a mahogany desk and bookshelves lining the walls. A pool table can be seen through another doorway with a bar and big, brown leather chairs. We pass more guest bedrooms before walking into an open-plan living room that brings in natural light. I could picture myself curled up in the big sectional and staring out into the gardens through the French doors.

As we step through a handcrafted archway, more warm tones that wrap around a kitchen with a huge island come into view. Pots and pans with steaming food litter the counter while light brown bricks and skylights make me want to pull up a chair and watch his Yaya master the kitchen with years of practice. It smells so good in here that my mouth waters. That is until my gaze moves away from her humming around the kitchen and settles on a pair of sharp, honey-colored eyes that are boring into mine. I'm suddenly not hungry and would rather be anywhere else than looking into Logan's gaze.

"I'm right here." Dom places a kiss on my temple and walks over to his Yaya, popping a kiss on her cheek before heading over to the sink to wash his hands to help.

"Cuppy cupcake! I fucking missed your sweet lips!" Tey barrels into me, somehow crossing the kitchen at a rapid pace and lifting me off my feet to twirl us around in a circle that breaks my stare down with Logan.

"Language!" Isabella scolds Tey, and I can't help but chuckle as he puts me back down and looks sheepish.

Remind me to never mess with Dom's Yaya. That woman is a force of nature if she can make my crazy Tey behave.

"Pet, sounds like you had an…interesting morning." Nicky's voice comes from behind me, his tone almost sounding bored, but a hint of amusement slips through.

Slowly pulling out of Tey's tight embrace, I turn to face Nicky and cross my arms in annoyance. I'm pissed at him. Okay, I'm more than pissed. I'm fucking hurt. The one person who I expect to give it to me straight and hold nothing back lied to me. Maybe lying isn't the right word, but he held shit back from me and didn't tell me about the club and Paris.

"Jealous?" I ask, unable to help the snide remark coming out while my face shifts into a hurt expression before I mask it, just like the cold expression adorning his features.

"Extremely," he replies in a deadly serious tone. It's his only fucking reply and he walks around me without another word, his hand lightly brushing mine.

I'm pretty sure my jaw is on the floor. The audacity of these men. He doesn't even offer an apology or excuse for what the hell he was doing at the club with Paris. I have a feeling Nicky wouldn't have wanted to be at the club unless he was forced. He hates Paris. You can just tell by the way he ignores her whenever she's around. It's another thing I need to figure out, why the secrets? Why go behind my back? Was I not worth telling?

"Give it time. There's always more to the story, remember? Nicky is… not one to share his pent-up feelings so well," Tey whispers softly into my ear from behind and steers me closer to the kitchen island with a hand on my hip.

I don't want to go near Logan because I have a strong urge to beat up his pretty face, but I need to get this over with. It's now or never.

I refuse to continue to have this pain in my chest. I want to close the door and never look back. That's my new motto. Leave the past where it belongs… in the past. They say to learn from history, and I'm hoping I'm wrong about Logan and Nicky. I don't know what I'll do if they really did betray me. Just the thought of it fucking hurts.

I rub my aching chest and take a deep breath, trying to remember that in all this madness things do not always seem to be as they appear. Get down to the roots of the story, then kick ass if need be.

I meet Logan's gaze hesitantly and lift my chin up high. Like fuck will I look weak in his eyes. I'll make sure he can see just how strong I am, even if I'm dying inside. His intense eyes shine with approval as I stride over to him with my back straight, making sure he can't see my trembling hands by clenching them at my sides.

"It's not what it seems." That's the first thing out of his mouth the moment I stand in front of him, noticing how his voice carries in the kitchen.

Everyone is pretending to be doing something else when I glance around, acting like they aren't listening, but each of them aren't as sneaky as they appear. Tey is leaning against the counter, peering into each pot on the stove until Isabella shoos him away. Dalton is rocking back and forth on his heels as he stares out the French glass doors, but he keeps looking over his shoulder. Dom is chopping up some vegetables but isn't even paying attention to the knife in his hand as he stares at us like he's getting ready to jump in at any second if I need him. The only person not pretending is Nicky as he stands a few paces beside Logan, his arms crossed over his chest. I guess he's not talking, letting Logan explain for them both.

"Really? Then you didn't go out with Paris? It wasn't you and Nicky in that journalist photo? Was Paris mistaken as I smashed her face in?" I question sarcastically, crossing my arms under my chest and cocking a hip.

Dalton whistles like he knows Logan is digging himself into a deeper hole. I glance over at Nicky and am almost shocked at the look of approval in his gaze.

"Anything else?" Nicky asks, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wants to laugh.

"Anything else? Are you serious right now? You both go behind my back and fuck Paris? You know what, if you can't take this seriously then fuck you both." I keep my voice calm even though I'm seething inside. I quickly glance at Isabella, who meets my stare with sad, knowing eyes. "I'm sorry, Isabella. If you'll excuse me," I say tightly and spin on my heels as I quickly walk out of the kitchen, looking for an escape so I can cry by myself.

"Tillie," Logan is only a few steps behind me, his voice dark and filled with anger.

I turn to confront his smug-ass and yelp as I suddenly find myself hanging upside down over his shoulder. I brace myself against his lower back, blowing my hair out of my face, and meet Nicky's stare as he strolls behind us with his hands in his pants pockets.

"What have I told you before? I'm going to smack your ass and slap all the brattiness out," Nicky informs me, pulling out his hands to unbutton his sleeve cuffs and rolling them up to his elbows as if he's about to get his hands dirty.

I gasp, feeling light-headed all of a sudden. Though that could be from hanging upside down or having instant lust shooting through my body at the thought of him spanking me. I could lie to myself, but I really want him to spank me again. To feel the air rush over my exposed skin, the waiting game before his palm makes contact with my ass. The sting of pain, but the hot pleasure that follows right after… I hate my treacherous body for wanting things it should be against, especially Nicky and Logan. Fuck. If anything, these two should be bending over while I strap up and punish their asses. I have no idea where that thought came from, but I like it.

Kill me now, please.

Logan strides through an open door, and heat instantly blasts over my skin, the humid air smelling like chlorine. He deposits me on a sunbathing chair, not even out of breath, as if I weigh nothing, and starts to pace in front of me. I chance a look around and can only shake my head in astonishment as I stare at crystal clear blue water, floor-to-ceiling windows that are tinted, and lounge chairs lined up along the side of an indoor pool. Dom has an indoor swimming pool that's big enough to hold the Olympics. Am I surprised? Yeah, but I shouldn't be. These guys have so much money they probably blow their noses with the extra cash in their wallets.

"You aren't going to move from this spot until you listen to every word we have to say," Logan commands sternly, coming to a stop in front of me with his strong arms crossed and his biceps straining against the white sleeves of his shirt.

"Like hell I am! Fuc—" My shout is cut off as Nicky slips his tie in between my parted lips and ties it behind my head with quick, skilled fingers before I know what's happening.

"I think she'll be quiet now. Won't you, pet?" Nicky leans forward and kisses my exposed lips around the makeshift gag, ignoring the frustrated noise I make.

He smirks as I try to headbutt him, but he dodges out of the way and sinks into the lounge chair behind me, wrapping his legs around my waist, and trapping me so I can't move. He has my arms pinned by my sides with his thighs so I can't even attempt to remove the gag.

"I think I like this look on you, baby girl. We'll revisit this later." Logan rubs his bottom lip with his thumb as he looms over me, his eyes filled with heat.

I hate how lust curls in my stomach at that look.

"I ate yoth." I rage behind the gag, my words coming out as a jumbled mess.

"I love you too," Logan coos and chuckles darkly as I struggle in Nicky's grip. "Listen up, baby girl. Listen to every word coming out of my mouth."

I glare up at him and stop fighting as he towers over me like the freaking devil with possessive energy radiating off him in waves.

"Good." He grunts and looks away for a second, as if he's trying to find the right words before glancing back at me. "Yes, we did go to the club with Paris. She cuddled her body right up to us, touching our skin, and we let her."

I'm so mad and betrayed that my whole body trembles and my eyes water with unshed tears.

"But it was all for show, Tillie. You think I enjoyed her touch? I hated every single second of her stroking my arm and hanging off me like I was hers. Nicky didn't even try to pretend he wanted to be there. We only had one job that night." Logan pauses, his lips tight when he notices the tear that slides down my cheek.

"I almost killed her for touching my knee," Nicky admits from behind me, his voice strained.

I shake my head, not understanding what they're trying to tell me.

Logan reaches forward and catches the tear before it slides off my chin.

"So beautiful. Even when you cry," he whispers in wonder and sits back on his heels. I release a shaky breath through my nose and sag into Nicky's body as the fight drains out of me. "Tillie…" Logan sounds tired and serious, his expression turning hard. "We're bad men, make no mistake about that, but I promised you that I'd never intentionally hurt you. I'd protect you with my last dying breath."

My heart pounds, hating and loving him at the same time. I haven't even heard why he was with Paris and still, I want him. Love is painful. It's not always loving. It's filled with hate, grief, and rage, but at the end of the day, the heart still beats for the one it wants. Or in my case… someones.

"Our fathers…" Nicky starts and clears his throat, as if it's a struggle talking. "We grew up being told there isn't such a thing as love. It's a weakness. It destroys you. As you get beat every day, talked down to, it changes you inside so that you lock every emotion down until you feel nothing." Nicky's breath fans across the back of my neck, his heart pounding in sync with mine.

Logan's face is pained as he gazes over my shoulder and I can't even imagine what Nicky's looks like. I think it was easier admitting that because he wasn't looking at me. I can understand that. Sometimes emotions we aren't used to are too much to handle and we don't know what to do with ourselves. My heart breaks for them. All of them have been dealt this fucked up life, but I don't feel pity. I know how they feel, life is unfair.

"Franco and Jin see you as our weakness. Do you know what that means?" Logan asks, bowing his head when I shake mine slowly. "It means that you're an obstacle in their way, and they mean to remove you." He glances back up and takes in my expression, my eyes filling with more tears again.

I hate this for us. Why can't we just be?! Their fathers want to kill me and probably dump me at the bottom of the ocean.

"We did what we had to. I knew the journalist was going to be there because she likes to follow Logan around like a hound with a bone. We only took one photo on social media and she was there with her camera in hand. Jin has already seen the photo she took of Paris and us." Nicky sighs behind me like he's tired.

My mind races as I absorb this information. I know what they did was with the best intentions, but did they kiss her? Fuck her? I don't even want to know, but it's something I need to hear, no matter how much I don't want to.

"It was just for the picture. Nothing else. The moment I saw Ella enter the club, I knew we got what we wanted. We didn't fuck Paris." Logan stares deeply into my eyes with such conviction and sincerity, but a part of me is still feeling hurt.

"Do you believe us?" Nicky asks quietly, and I swear he stops breathing as he presses firmly against my back.

I probably shouldn't but I do believe them. I'd do anything to protect each of my guys. Anything. I might be forgiving easily, but my mind races as I think of ways to punish them for keeping things behind my back. Teach them both a lesson to never lie to me again.

I relax my body completely against Nicky, staring at Logan as I nod my head. Both of them let out a relieved exhale, and Logan strokes his hand up and down my thigh like he can't help but put his hands on me.

I expect them to let me go, untie the gag, but no. They don't do either of that. When am I going to learn that they always do the unexpected?

Nicky slides farther back in the lounge chair and his spread legs end up on either side with his feet planted on the ground. I squeak behind the gag as Logan yanks me forward into his chest, his big body straddling the end of the lounger. I struggle, quickly catching myself with my hands on his thighs. I look up in surprise and notice the glimmer of desire in his gaze, my own body tightening in lust.

"Arch your back, pet. Did you think I forgot about what you did to my car? My stick shift smells like both of you." Nicky's tone is sinister, deliciously seductive, and I know he's talking about mine and Tey's cum on the gearshift in his car.

My thighs try to close as I feel Logan start to drag my yoga pants over my ass. He counters my move, his big hands stopping me and spreading me wide open. He lifts me like it's nothing as he positions me how he wants with my face in his lap and my ass in Nicky's face. It makes me hot and achy at the strength he displays.

"I think she needs a beating on this juicy ass so she can't sit for a week." Logan exchanges a wicked smile with Nicky over my shoulder, and I try not to wiggle my hips when the humid air licks over my exposed, naked ass, wanting their hands on me.

"Brat," Nicky mutters, groaning lightly as he rubs the palms of his hands up and down my already red ass. "What were you up to this morning, Tillie? Your skin is flushed a pretty blush color. Did Dom spank you?"

My breathing becomes heavy. I'm practically panting and can't look away from Logan's face. His eyes darken to a shade of brown instead of his usual honeyed gaze. He's turned on by this power play, his breathing is just as rapid as mine.

"Did he fuck these lips?" Logan asks, skimming his thumb back and forth over my bottom lip, smearing the drool escaping from the gag until my mouth is wet and glossy.

I shake my head slowly, eyes widening as I feel Nicky's fingers traveling lower between my spread legs, petting my pussy with his skilled fingers in three quick strokes. I drop my head back, moaning hoarsely as he spreads the wetness leaking out of my pussy all over my lips and clit. Logan tilts my chin with his index finger so I'm looking up at his face, where he can see every emotion that overcomes me.

"Yes or no?" He holds my stare as I shake my head from side to side.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his thumb and index finger gripping my chin as my eyes flutter when Nicky drags his fingers around my entrance, continuing until he's circling my asshole. He spreads my wetness around and around, torturing me as my legs start to shake.

"Right here, pet?" Nicky purrs, his voice so intense that it vibrates in my bones and leaves me squirming in his hold.

"Hmm," I mumble around the gag, my back arching more until he can see all of me from my glistening pussy to my asshole—that's still sore and probably red from earlier.

"Naughty, pet. You're going to take ten smacks on the ass. One, for fucking in my car without me, and…" Nicky trails off and Logan picks right up from where he left off.

"And for letting Dom fuck your ass without sharing with the rest of us." Logan winks and chuckles deeply at my expression, my eyes wide as my body trembles with desire.

My fingernails dig into Logan's thick, strong thighs when the first slap comes without warning on my left ass cheek, making me cry out around the gag. My cries are muffled, sounding tortuous and deliciously taboo. The smack against my ass echoes around the pool room, loud with each spanking.

"One," Nicky says, his tone hard and deep that it's almost hard to understand, but I know he's just as turned on as I am.

His thighs are tight with restrained tension on either side of mine, his hand rubbing over the sore spot he smacked with a gentle touch. It's completely different from when he slaps my butt; hard and unyielding, then soothing, as if to ground me and heal the part of me that throbs from his touch.

I expected him to smack my right butt cheek next, but he surprises me, slapping back down on the burning left one that makes my eyes sting.

"Two." Logan takes over counting for Nicky, his focus completely on me, hyperaware of every emotion that plays on my face from the grimace of pain that turns into pleasure as my nostrils flare with the next smack. My eyes are wide and locked on his, even when I want to close them from the feelings sweeping through my body. "Whatever you just did, she liked that. Do it again," Logan demands, his chest rapidly moving up and down as he watches.

I moan around the gag as Nicky slaps me on my right thigh, really fucking close to my dripping wet pussy. He has to feel the slickness coating my thighs when he hits them with the palm of his hand, feeling them quivering under his touch. I zone out, moaning and grunting as my body is shoved forward with each smack, but I push back, silently asking for more. I'm beginning to wonder if I can come from this alone. My whole body is tight, shaking, and I'm so close to slipping over the edge as my pussy flutters around nothing.

"Eight. This is your punishment, Tillie," Nicky mutters darkly, his tone seeping with thick desire. I scream around the gag as he smacks my pussy, gripping me and grinding his fingers over my clit. Logan leans forward and slams his mouth over mine, his teeth grabbing hold of my bottom lip and biting down hard enough that it stings for a second. He draws blood but quickly laps it up, stroking his tongue along the small cut until I'm moaning with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. "Ten." Nicky is panting heavily behind me, his breath sawing in and out like he's been running for miles.

I know it's coming but I still tense and wait with my breath held as his hand smacks my pussy again, slapping my lips so hard that I can hear the squelch of my wetness. My body spasms, shaking so hard as I come, gushing onto his hand as he furiously rubs my clit. My scream of pleasure is muffled by the gag and Logan's lips sliding over mine as he cups my face in his big hands. My vision is blurry and my hearing is muffled. I slowly come to as Nicky rubs my ass cheeks with soothing strokes before he leans forward, the lounge chair creaking as he kisses my butt. Pulling away, he slips my yoga pants back up and starts to untie his makeshift gag from my mouth as Logan helps me sit up.

What are these guys doing to me?! I never want to let go of this feeling, and I don't care if that makes me greedy. Good thing I have five men to keep giving me the attention I've always craved and to keep me satisfied.

"Baby girl, say it," Logan commands with that authoritative tone that makes me want to smack him and kiss him at the same time.

"Your slut," I say with an exhale, sinking back into Nicky's arms like liquid jello.

Logan grins and leans down, kissing me until I'm breathless and panting again before he pulls back a fraction, his lips barely skimming mine.

"Forgive me," he whispers, sounding desperate and broken.

My heart shatters, wanting everything from him but knowing it's not going to be easy. I'm at war with myself, too choked up that I can only nod and meet him halfway to kiss him again so he can't see the determined expression on my face.

I can forgive, but not without teaching them both that actions have consequences.