Chapter 1

Tillie

"Paris!" Logan shouts until his voice is hoarse, struggling with the chains until his whole body strains on the edge of his seat.

I collapse back in my chair, feeling numb and disoriented, like this isn't really happening. He's picking Paris. I thought after everything, the whispered words and promises... My vision blurs as tears cloud over my eyes.

"I knew you'd pick me, baby; we're meant to be together," Paris gushes as I turn my head to look at her, seeing her gloating expression at the devastation that must be mine.

"I pick Paris. Kill the bitch; I don't give a flying fuck what you do to her! Just let Tillie go! She hasn't done anything. Keep me, but let her go." Logan heaves for breath until his voice catches on a hitch. My head whips over to stare at him in disbelief.

Did he really say that?

He meets my stare head-on, his muscles tight and bulging as the chains pull taut. He struggles against the steel, almost like he's going to break out of them and take me away. I feel more tears collect, spilling down my cheeks, as he looks at me with so much love and heartbreak at the same time.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. I couldn't protect you like I promised," he whispers in a choked voice, his muscular shoulders slumping with defeat as his head bows down. Those chocolate locks I love to run my fingers through, blocking my view of his face,

"What?! You can't mean that! You can't kill me! Do you fuckers know who I am?" Paris goes ballistic next to me, her chair rocking side to side as she goes nuts to escape.

"You've chosen, but will you pull the trigger?" Evan steps into the doorway, covered in shadows and a black ski mask, as he talks into his collective Darth Vader voice box.

I would laugh, but I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest and land at Logan's feet in a bloody mess. I know he'll take care of me, keeping me close and protected. He really does love me, and I can't stop fucking crying.

This right here.

This fucking moment makes us stronger.

"I'll do whatever the fuck you want, but you let her go." Logan doesn't look away from Evan's hiding spot; his eyes are telling everyone that once he's free, everyone dies.

I practically swooned in my chair, blinking away tears. I'm going to love him so hard; by love, I mean with my whole heart and vagina. I'm going to hug his cock tight with my pussy while telling him I'm completely his.

I might be a bit crazy like Tey, but fuck it.

Mine.

Another shadow of a man steps into the room, and I look out of the corner of my eye, knowing right away that it's Dom. He has this confident swagger that can't be missed. It says, look at me; I hold the upper hand and have a big dick.

Ignoring the screeches of Paris, or at least trying to since it feels like she's screaming in my ear, I give Dom a small nod and watch him walk across the room to stand behind Logan.

My sexy Italian stops struggling right away, his whole body going rigid at having a man at his exposed back.

"There's one bullet in the gun; make the shot count." Evan's voice trembles slightly, and he quickly walks out the door beside him, leaving Dom to do the rest.

A gun is placed in Logan's chained hand; his arm only allows so much movement that he can't raise the weapon higher than his waist. It happens within the blink of an eye; he doesn't hesitate the moment his fingers grip the gun.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Logan repeatedly pulls the trigger, the empty sound of the gun echoing around the cement walls. His teeth are gnashing together as he lowers his arm and tosses the weapon at Paris's feet with a curse after he just had it pointed right between her eyes.

"You were really going to kill me! You motherfucker! My daddy will kill you for this. He knows people!"

This bitch.

I bet her "daddy" knows people, being the slimeball judge he is since he associates himself with Franco. Corrupted and evil, just like his "lovely" daughter.

"Knows people? Little girl, I am the people," Dom announces in a beautiful, haunting voice as he addresses Paris, breaking his silence and walking around to stand in front of Logan with his enormous arms crossed over his wide chest.

"You son of a bitch!" Logan starts cursing, his words switching to Italian and back to English. I'm not sure he even notices he's doing that.

Dom pulls his mask off, and even with the light dim, I can see him roll his eyes as he ignores Logan. His steps are slow as he comes over to my sitting position and trails his fingers around my neck and down my shoulder so lightly that I shiver.

"My daddy's a powerful man! You'll go missing, and no one will miss you! I'll tell him to kill you!" Paris continues to scream, but I block her out as shivers from Dom's sensual touch trail down my spine.

I meet Logan's angry eyes but see the hurt behind the mask he's trying to put on. My strong, broken man contains so much pain. I only want to take it all away for him and see him open up to me completely.

I think he can do that once he understands why I did it. Maybe he already does, but I'll prove to him that nothing can ever break us apart now.

I'm all in.

"Have fun, mama. Try not to make him bleed too much," Dom mutters smoothly into my ear, that slight Spanish accent turning my insides to freaking jelly.

I have it really bad for these men. I was doomed from the very beginning, the moment we all met, but that's okay. One way or another, we live and breathe until, one day, we just stop. I'd rather have my last breath knowing that I fucking lived to my fullest and loved to the point of pain.

It's worth all of it.

"I'll try," I whisper with a small chuckle and stand up the moment he cuts my zip ties, freeing my wrists.

I place a soft kiss on his whiskery cheek, loving the feel of his stubble against my lips, and drop back down on my heels. He smooths a large palm through my hair while pulling a loaded gun from the waistband of his pants and gently placing a gun in my right hand.

He kisses the top of my head with a small sigh, like he doesn't want to leave the room, but he pulls away and leaves with the door shutting behind him.

With a deep breath, I glance away from the doorway and gather my courage as my fingers grip the gun.

My eyes meet light brown, honey-colored eyes again. He stares at me without blinking, his wide, strong chest rising and falling rapidly while his lips are pressed in a tight line. So that's how it's going to be? He's not going to break the silence first.

Without looking away, I tug my underwear down my legs until they're pooling at my ankles. Logan's pupils widen; his face is set in stone, but his eyes betray him always, with so much emotion showing. Lust and anger are such beautiful looks on him. He could want to hate or kill me, but he'll never stop wanting me.

"I hope you're sold and raped a million times over!" Paris screeches, glaring death daggers at me when I look over at her.

She broke the silence between me and Logan.

God. I hate her.

I bend down, grab my panties, and take two steps to stand in front of her. I can feel Logan's gaze on my ass, making my insides burn alive with the heat from his stare.

"You should just shut up while you can. You're only digging your hole deeper," I say to Paris, staring down at her with disgust.

"Fuck you, cunt. You have no idea what I can have done to you!" Paris screams, her face turning an ugly shade of red.

I tsk at her and snap my hand out to grab ahold of her cheeks between my pointer finger and thumb until her mouth drops open under the hard pressure.

"That's why you'll always be weak, Paris. I don't let anyone else do my dirty laundry. Now, since you can't shut up, I'll just have to make you. Watch and learn bitch, because you'll never have what's mine," I threaten darkly and quickly shove my balled up panties in her mouth. I chuckle as she gags and screams behind the fabric I shoved practically down her throat. She won't be able to spit them out.

With her jabbering mouth somewhat quiet, I pivot on my feet and try to appear calm as I approach Logan. Stepping between his spread thighs, I stare into his intense eyes and slowly lower to my knees until my eyes are at a level with his cock that's straining against his boxer briefs.

"I told myself no man would ever get me to willingly lower my knees to the floor. Ever. But here I am, right in front of you, on my fucking knees. Be mad all you want, but listen to what I have to say. Every single word that's going to come out of my mouth." My voice is raspy and slightly shaky as I hold his stare.

I place the gun down next to his feet, nervously running my hands lightly up and down his calves, hoping he'll understand.

He doesn't try to shove me away or say anything. His whole body is tense, but his eyes narrow sharply down at me as his nostrils flare when I feel tears gathering at the corner of my eyes.

"I was shut down for a long time, baby. Everything felt hollow, as if nothing mattered. I didn't hear or see anything. I raced to feel something for those split seconds, but it always ended the moment the rush died down. I went around like a ghost, Logan. I was so close to calling it quits…" He shakes his head angrily, his fists opening and closing like he wants to reach for me.

"Baby girl–" He swallows hard, but I stop him with a choked laugh, surprising him as his eyes widen.

"Let me finish." I shake my head, blinking the tears away as he slowly nods. "Then, I ran. I thought running and never stopping would make the demons stay away. The thing is, I still felt nothing. Until you. Dalton. Tey. Nicky. Dom. I'm so alive, Logan, that sometimes it's hard to catch my breath. Suddenly, I'm craving to be touched. To receive pain that's only going to end up in pleasure. It opened up a world to me that I never thought I'd have. It was as if I was looking outside behind a closed window, and then suddenly, I was on the other side and could taste freedom." I take a deep breath and pause from stroking his thighs the moment I reach the tight muscles, laying my palms flat to feel his strength.

"I forgave you. I put my heart at your feet, even though I knew you could break it. The only thing I held onto was my trust. It was on a leash so tight that it kept pulling me back. All this..." I glance around at Dom's torture room and glance back at Logan to see him so still that it looks like he's hardly breathing. "I'm fucking selfish, baby. I was testing you. All of this was a test to see if I could trust you, but you want to know something?" I whisper, convinced he's going to look at me differently, but I don't care.

"What?" He breathes raggedly, his body straining against the chains as he leans his face down toward me.

"If you would have pointed that gun at me and pulled the trigger, I would have still loved you. Me and you, Logan... There is no stopping this. I'm yours, and you're mine," I confess, rising on my knees to meet him halfway, his expression giving nothing away, so I can't tell what he's thinking.

"Say it again." He growls, his eyes hard and completely on me, as if I'm all he can see.

"Yours," I breathe out and watch in rapture as he slowly closes his eyes and exhales through his nose, his shoulders relaxing.

"Jesus. Fuck. Come here," he commands, snapping his eyes open and pulling his chains so hard that they rattle and cut into his wrists.

Gripping the back of his neck, I close the distance between us and slam my mouth roughly against his with everything I have. My teeth bite down on his bottom lip, drawing blood as it smears across our mouths when he angles his head the other way to deepen the kiss. Mint, something deep and dark like aged whiskey, and copper tingle on my tongue as he strokes his against mine. I'm drowning in him, and I hope I sink to the very bottom until I can't find my way out. As long as I can stay right here with him.

"I need you on my cock, baby girl. Now," he demands harshly, the deep timber in his voice literally making my thighs quiver.

We both ignore the muffled sounds coming from behind me as I sit back on my heels with a smirk. He tries to grab me, but he's pulled up short by the chains. He growls in frustration, and his upper lip curls in a snarl.

I love this side of him. Consumed by need, he gets demanding and so intense that I could choke on it.

"Unchain me," he commands, breathing heavily.

I slowly shake my head and slide my hands up his strong thighs, humming in admiration just before I reach the waistband of his boxers.

"No," I say simply, slowly pulling down the tight fabric that molds to his tight, toned body until his big cock springs free and slaps against his abs.

Thick, long, and so hard, his cock looks painful as a drop of pre cum drips at his tip. Shiny and creamy. Fucking delicious, and all for me.

"No? Tillie, unchain me right the fuck now," he hisses as I lean forward while holding his gaze, his cock jerking as my tongue glides up his girthy length until I'm slowly licking the pre cum away at the fat tip of his beautiful cock.

More cum comes out as I keep taking my time licking his hard cock, moaning loudly as the salty taste of him explodes on my tongue.

"You're mine too, Lo. My slut. Now, be a good boy and let me worship you." I withdraw, bending my head back to stare up at him, loving every second of seeing the burning need in his eyes, his tight muscles bulging against his restraints, and the bead of sweat rolling down between his pecs.

"Fuck," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut tight and exhaling loudly.

His arms go slack at his sides as he spreads his knees wider apart, so I can fit perfectly between his thighs.

"Moothr fukr."

The muffled shouts from Paris cause me to chuckle, my hot breath washing over Logan's pulsing cock. He jerks in his seat and flashes his eyes open to see me already staring right at him, inches from his cock. Without looking away, I lick from root to tip so fucking slowly that I can feel the vein on his perfect cock thumping under my tongue.

"Shitttt. Baby girl, that feels amazing," he groans out loud, completely at my mercy, and stares at me like I'm the only thing he can see.

"Yeah? How about this?" I ask in a sultry voice as my tongue circles his engorged tip, collecting pre cum that leaves a string from my mouth to his cock when I slightly pull away to show him the white, sticky cum on the end of my tongue.

He inhales sharply, his nostrils flaring as his pupils dilate with uncontrollable desire. Just as I like him. Full of need and desperate, letting go of control for me.

"Good boy," I mutter before opening my mouth wide and sliding half his cock between my lips while hollowing my cheeks to suck the soul out of him.

He jumps in his chair, cursing in Italian and groaning so loudly that it seems to echo off the walls. I bob my head over his lap a few times, wetting his whole cock with drops of my saliva. Breathing through my nose and squeezing his thighs until my nails dig into his skin, I sink further down on him while flattening my tongue on the underside of his cock.

Why does it make me feel like a goddess, feeling the pumping of his heartbeat pick up on his cock? Every twitch and jerk as I swallow more of him until he's in the back of my throat and he's going insane above me.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" he shouts in a raspy voice, the chains rattling as his body jerks to reach for me again, and I stop sucking, looking up at him under my lashes with an arched brow.

If my mouth wasn't so full of him, on the verge of choking on his fat cock, I'd be smiling as he makes a sound of agony as he slumps back in his chair with his head thrown back. I love seeing his Adam's apple bobbing and the sheen of sweat slicking his skin. All mine. I slide my hands up his thighs, over the grooves of his hip bones, and up his muscled chest. Lightly skimming my fingertips over his throat and down his sternum, he chuckles at the pure adoration in my touch and glances back at me.

"God damn it, baby girl. You are killing me. Worship me more," he pleads, swallowing hard as I drag my mouth off him while swirling my tongue the whole time until it's just the very tip.

I can't help sucking his unbelievably hard cock like a damn lollipop, feeling more pre cum collect on my tongue before slipping him from my mouth with a pop.

"Would you do anything for me?" I whisper, pulling away and standing up in front of him.

He watches my every movement as I reach back and unhook my bra, letting the fabric drop to the floor. I'm being devoured and ravished with just his eyes alone, and it's making my body burn for him.

"Anything," he simply states, not hesitating once.

I bend down and grab the gun, placing it in his hand before drawing back.

"Would you kill–"

A bang goes off, the warm splatter of blood hitting my naked back.

"–for me," I finish, breathing hard as he lowers the gun, dropping it on the floor.

I don't turn away from his penetrating gaze, but the sudden silence says enough.

One single step and I'm in his lap, my hands roaming over his broad shoulders before traveling up to sink in the back of his hair in a tight grip as I drag his mouth to mine.

I taste blood; the impact from kissing him so hard cuts one of our mouths. That's how it always is with this man.

Bloody.

Raw.

And dirty.

I hope it's always like this.

Shifting my hips back and forth over his lap, wetness drips from between my legs, coating his whole cock until I can't take it anymore.

Pulling back, I inhale a deep breath and stare into his eyes as I reach down to grab his hard cock. Lining him up, I don't waste another second. I angle my hips and slam down on him, a cry leaving my lips. It feels like the best kind of pleasure and pain, and it makes me desperate for more. The sweet, delicious spread that makes my pussy weep for him as he practically tears me apart with his fat cock.

"You're fucking perfect. You know that?" he breathes out in awe, his voice rough, as I grip his shoulders and slide unhurriedly up his thick cock before pausing. "Ride me. Use me, baby girl. I'm all yours," he rasps out, holding completely still even as his cock jerks inside of me.

"Would you love me no matter what?" I ask, my legs trembling with the need to sink back down on him, but I need to hear it first.

"Always," he says easily, staring deeply into my eyes, that I finally let go.

I drop back down on him with a moan, loving the feeling of him filling me up, before rising back up to do it again. The wet, slick noise makes him groan as my pussy grips him tightly, dripping all over his cock. I love seeing his eyes half-closed with desire and the way his teeth clench as he tries to hold himself back from coming.

"Not yet," I demand with a long, drawn out moan.

"Fuck." He pants as I grind down on him, moving back and forth so that his pelvic bone rubs against my clit each time I push back against his hard, sweaty body.

My stomach tightens, feeling exquisite rapture gather and expand until my pussy is fluttering around his cock. Needing more, I lean back with my hands behind me on his knees and shift slowly with a roll of my hips. We both watch as his cock slips in and out of my pussy, glistening. He hits a spot inside of me that causes my toes to curl, and I move faster against him like my life depends on it. My thighs start to tremble; I'm close to coming. The sound of our breathing is loud, along with the filthy noise of his slicked cock rutting into me as he lifts his hips and fucks me hard. Supporting my hand on his thigh, I lean up slightly and grab the back of his neck with my other hand and slowly roll my hips over him. His full lips part as he stares at me, looking deep into my soul.

This is what it means when you find your other half—the one that completes you.

It starts with affection and turns into heartbreak, but somehow you find yourself falling in so deep that it's more than love.

It's a soulmate.

"Logan." My voice shakes, and I pant as I move faster and faster against him.

"I know, baby girl. I feel it too." His lips curl slightly with the smallest smile, feeling the same thing I am right now.

"Mine," I state this, sitting up to lean my forehead against his and wrap both arms around his neck.

"Yours." He groans, rolling his forehead along mine as he stares into my eyes without looking away.

"Oh God. Now, Lo." My pussy squeezes him tight, so tight that he has to muscle his cock in as if I'm trying to push him out until he's straight up rutting into me.

My screams pierce the walls, echoing back to us as my pussy walls flutter madly around him. Everything goes hazy. Only his honey eyes are my focus as I come and keep coming on his pulsing cock. Jerking back, his cock slips out of me, and the first wet splash hits his abs as I squirt again and again until it seems like it will never stop. He groans loudly and almost seems hypnotized as he watches his thick cock slip between my pussy lips until I'm completely stretched around him.

I slam down on him until he fills me so deeply that it almost hurts, and I stay that way as tiny aftershocks of my orgasm make me shake. The first splash of his cum actually makes me gasp; I can feel it every time more hot cum coats my insides. It seems endless, like he's never going to stop coming, even as it leaks out of me and drips between us.

"Fuck me." Logan pants, his cock still jerking inside of me.

I can't help laughing, even though I moan as I sit back on his lap with my arms around his neck and my fingers lazily sliding through his hair.

"I just did, and you were such a good boy." I smirk as he shifts his legs, making my body slide forward until I'm plastered against his chest.

He kisses me hungrily, owning my lips as he bites down on my bottom lip to hold me still as he growls. My eyes flutter shut in bliss as I deepen the kiss, never wanting it to end. His cock that was already semi-hard is at full mast again, and I can't help rocking my hips a little over the thick length of him.

"Peaches, I am in awe of you for putting our boy in his place. Also, I'm as hard as a fucking diamond. I recorded the whole thing for later. Spank bank, baby." Tey's voice echoes around the room, and I break the kiss, looking around for him until I notice the black speaker attached to the ceiling right next to a camera.

"I'm going to murder him." Logan groans, glaring up at the camera.

"Bad, Logan. Be a good boy, and the person with the key might be willing to release you." Tey's voice is cut off as he chuckles like an evil villain.

Logan rolls his eyes and looks at me with a small smirk, saying, "I could think of worse places to be. I'm actually content right where I'm at."

"As much as I'd love to sit on your dick all day, I'd rather do it in a bed and not in Dom's torture basement with a dead body behind me." I remind him of Paris just as the main door to the room slides open.

"Enjoying yourself, mama?" Dom asks smoothly in that sexy, deep-accented voice of his as he walks over behind Logan and unlocks his chains with the key he produces from his pocket. "I must say, you look like the queen I know you are."

"Her throne of cocks. She rules over all our cocks and hearts, of course," Tey announces cheerfully while he literally skips into the room and stops right beside me to lay a smacking kiss on my cheek while trailing his fingers up and down my blood-covered back.

"Damn, little bitch." Dalton whistles in the doorway, taking in my position, then glancing behind me with a tilt of his head and saying, "You blow her brains out, bro? The last thing she saw was Tillie taking your dick like she owns it." He winks at me as he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his barrel chest.

"Can I please take Paris's body for a while? I promise to have her parts back in time for Franco's dinner party." Tey pouts dramatically and bats his lashes when I look up at him, confused.

"What… Jesus. I forgot about the dinner with the judge. He's going to be in for a surprise, that's for sure." I glance over my shoulder and can't help but grimace at Paris.

Her body is still in a sitting position, but her head hangs back with her chin tipped toward the ceiling. A bullet hole is just slightly below her jaw, and behind her on the wall is splattered brain matter. What a mess.

"I am not cleaning that up," I say with a shiver.

"What are you going to do with her body?" Nicky asks in a bored tone as he casually strolls into the room and stops by Paris's body.

He examines her as an excited Tey walks over to him and tilts her body parts left and right, like he can't decide where to start. Nicky tenses with a scowl on his face, and dare I say a hint of jealousy is shining in his green eyes?

"Nicholas," I say softly as I stand from Logan's lap with his helping hand, hiding my shaking limbs as best as I can and the cum leaking down my thighs while walking toward Nicky.

I'm not doing the best either since everyone's attention is on me like sharks in blood-infested water.

"Down boys." I giggle at the hungry looks scanning up and down my body. "What art piece are you going to make, TeyTey?" I ask with an interested hum as I twine my fingers with Nicky's and give him a gentle squeeze.

His whole body seems to melt with the simple touch, and his emerald eyes stare down at me with gratitude.

I get where he's coming from. Having to watch Tey from a distance and wanting him for so long, it's hard to get past the thought of him being someone else's, even a dead body. I'm the exception, and I'm just happy his heart is big enough for two people. I really do feel lucky every morning when I open my eyes and think about each of my guys.

"I was thinking the hole in the back of her head could be filled with flowers. I think it would be pretty." Tey circles Paris's body with his index and thumb cradling his chin as he's deep in thought.

That's my man. The artist.

"That's perfect," I say with approval in my voice and mean every word.

Whatever they do, I can't help but think that they are perfect in their own unique way, no matter if it looks crazy to the outside world.

What the hell does that say about me, though?

Crazy is, as crazy does?

Oh, well.

I joined the crazy train a long time ago.