Chapter 33

THIRTY-THREE

SALEM

P ulling into the estate's garage, Fallon's Aston Martin grumbled to a stop. The familiar scent of gasoline and oil enveloped us as we stepped out of the car, a stark contrast to the tension thickening the air.

"Busted," she said with a low whistle, her gaze flickering to Cohen and Cole, who stood beside the rows of luxury vehicles.

I sniggered at their expressions. "Aw, they feel left out," I quipped, my sarcasm dripping like honey.

My own reflection caught my attention as I moved toward the house. Blood was splattered across my clothes and skin. Red really did suit me.

Cole stepped into my path, blocking my way with an outstretched arm. "Just what have you two been up to?" he asked, his finger tracing a line down my neck, collecting some of the crimson liquid.

"We took care of Giovanni," I replied matter-of-factly, meeting his gaze without flinching.

Cohen's angry growl rumbled through the air. "By yourselves?"

Closing the distance between us, he stalked toward me, his hand collaring my throat, pushing me backward into Cole's chest. "That was reckless. Do you think you deserve a reward or a punishment?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I met his gaze head-on, my own voice hushed. "Definitely a reward," I grinned, knowing full well what he intended to do with me.

As our chemistry threatened to suffocate us, Fallon made a move to slip away unnoticed. But Cole's sharp voice halted her movements. "And where do you think you're going, Sister?" he called out, his tone a mix of amusement and warning.

Fallon shot him a mischievous grin. "I'm getting out of here before you three make this conversation way less family-friendly." Her laughter echoed through the garage as she made her escape.

Cole's own laughter resonated after her. "Close the door behind you, Fallon," he called out, his tone light but edged with something darker. "And maybe give Remington a heads up to steer clear of the garage for a bit."

I could feel their eyes on me as I heard the door shut. With surprising ease, Cohen scooped me up and plopped me down on the hood of a nearby Camaro, the cool metal biting into the backs of my thighs.

"So what's it going to be? Punishment or reward?" I teased, giving him my best seductive smile.

Cohen just grinned, his dark eyes dancing with mischief. "Hmm, what do you think, Cole?" he said, leaning against the car beside me. "She did take a load off our plate. Do you think she could take both of us?"

I raised an eyebrow, trying not to get too excited at the mere mention of it. Cole strode over, his expression unreadable, and I could feel their eyes lingering on my skin. On the blood staining it. The more they stared, the more turned on I became. I crossed my thighs, trying to hide my arousal, but their eyes followed my movement. Knowing smiles graced their lips. Fuckers.

″Have you ever been shared before, Salem?″ Cole asked, his voice a deep rumble.

″No,″ I breathed out in a husky whimper. Cole's eyes darkened, and their cocks grew hard, tenting in their pants. They both allowed me to feast my eyes, not bothering to hide or adjust themselves.

My eyes glazed over as they both came closer, too in sync for me to turn away. I had always been a sexual person, used to giving in to my desires. But I never thought I would crave multiple men like I do now. Each one of them lit a fire inside me that I couldn't snuff out even if I wanted to.

″Would you like that Butterfly? For us to show you how well we can share?″

Cole knew exactly how to tease me. Exactly how to have me dripping in need. I looked up at them, blue and hazel eyes staring back, and parted my legs. I needed them both.

″Yes,″ I whispered, tilting my head. ″I would fucking love it.″

Cohen took the lead, reaching for the zipper of my jeans and slowly pulling it down. "So fucking hot," Cole murmured. The gravel in his voice reflected desires just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

Cohen's gaze penetrated mine, his eyes filled with a primal need. His fingers found the hem of my top, gently lifting it over my head.

The erotic tension coiled around the three of us, growing denser as Cole stepped closer. He ran his fingers through my hair, guiding me toward them. Our eyes met, and I understood why there had always been an undeniable pull between us.

"Mm, I love it when you look at me like that," I whispered.

Cole's blue eyes traced my body, inch by inch. However, it was Cohen who leaned forward, mashing his lips against mine. The instant our lips met, I reclined on the hood of the car, dragging him back with me. My eyes fell shut as we kissed, and my body hummed, begging for more.

His hands wandered, trailing from my cheeks to my lower body. He squeezed my hips before moving up gently to feel my breasts through my sheer lace bra. I jerked forward as he kneaded my chest, arching in his hold.

″Beautiful.″ Cohen breathed, moving his hand down to touch my wet pussy. ″Fuck. She's dripping for us,″ he told Cole.

My smug smile faded as Cohen ripped my panties off and slipped two fingers inside me, curving them just right. I could feel the simmering tension between the three of us, like a potent, unseen force binding us together. I sighed as Cohen's fingers moved inside me, drawing me closer and closer to release. Feeling a presence to my left, I turned to see Cole sitting on the Camaro beside me, cock in hand.

I swallowed hard as I salivated, unable to tear my gaze away from Cole stroking himself. I stared at his cock, reaching out and taking it in my own hand. I let out a shameless moan, watching as Cole jerked with my touch, thrusting forward in my hand.

The electricity between us was indescribable. It hummed silently as if remembering every moment we had shared before.

Cole gasped as my hand encircled him. His eyes met mine, shining with excitement as he surrendered to my touch. His lean figure tensed, a reaction that sent a jolt through me. It was then that Cohen made his move.

Threading his fingers through my long black hair, he pulled my head back as his lips met my neck. I trembled at his touch, and a soft moan escaped my lips. With every pass of his tongue, I became more lost, all while Cole's hands explored my body with mounting fervor.

The thrill of their combined desire for me was a potent aphrodisiac.

"Fuck, I need you both. I can't wait any longer," I begged, my hands tracing the contours of Cole's erection. Cohen stepped away from me, quickly undressing before returning to stand between my thighs. I reached down to clasp his manhood. "Now," I demanded.

Unable to resist the urgency in my voice, Cohen positioned himself at my entrance. His strong hands firmly gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the car. In a single stroke, he filled me. My eyes widened, a gasp escaping my lips as I adjusted to his size.

Cohen's thrusts were relentless, driving deep and hard. Letting go of Cole, I attempted to steady myself on the hood. The vintage Camaro beneath me creaked and groaned in protest, but that only served to heighten the sensations coursing through me.

Cole still sat beside me, observing my body swaying back and forth to Cohen's rhythm. He eagerly stroked himself as he watched.

"Fuck, Salem, you look so beautiful when you're being fucked," Cole groaned.

He watched me writhe against Cohen with hunger, his grip on himself tightening.

My lust-filled gaze met Cole's, and I beckoned him closer. "Don't just sit there, I need you too."

Cole's hesitation vanished. He climbed up on the car and straddled my chest. The hood of the Camaro creaked as he put his full weight onto it, prompting a sharp sound of disapproval from Cohen. "Woah, careful," he chided, his tone laced with concern. "This beauty is my pride and joy."

Cole chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of mischief as he replied, "Relax, Cohen. I'll buy you a new one. Fucking best money I'd ever spend."

I reached up and grasped Cole's length firmly, guiding him toward my mouth.

Cole groaned in pleasure as my tongue swirled around him. My lips slid up and down his shaft, matching the pace of Cohen's thrusts. My body undulated to their rhythm as one man drove into my depths and the other claimed my mouth. The exquisite agony of being stretched and filled by two men, one at each end, was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

All the while, I continued bobbing my head up and down, coaxing Cole closer to his release.

"Fuck, Butterfly, I'm going to come," he growled. And with one final thrust from Cohen below, I felt Cole's body tense and convulse above me, hot jets of his warmth filling my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, moaning around him as I relished the taste.

He withdrew slowly from my swollen lips, and I looked up at him, licking my lips enticingly.

"You taste so fucking good," I whispered, relishing the lust in his eyes as he moved to lay back down next to me. Cole barely had time to react before I pulled his face into a hungry kiss. My tongue delved into his mouth, sharing the taste of him.

While we shared our fervent lip-lock, Cohen continued pummeling into me, stoking the fire that burned fiercely at my core. I gasped at each invasion, arching my back to meet his thrusts.

My core tightened, on the verge of losing control. Cole broke the kiss and smirked down at me.

"You're fucking incredible, you're taking him like a queen," he murmured, his hand trailing down my neck and slipping the strap of my bra off my shoulder. With a flick of his fingers, he undid the front clasp, exposing my breasts. The cool air pebbled my nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks that Cole leaned over to capture in his mouth.

I whimpered, loving the feeling of two men worshiping my body at once.

While Cole's lips explored my breasts, Cohen increased the tempo below, driving into me with a savage need. With every thrust, he brushed against a spot within me that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Yes, yes, don't stop, please," I begged.

My words sent Cohen into overdrive. His grip tightened on my hips, pulling me onto him with every stroke. My core clenched around him in eager response, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Sparks danced at the edge of my vision, a telltale sign that I was about to reach my peak.

Cohen must have sensed my impending release. He grunted and drove into me with renewed urgency. Cole shifted to give himself more access to my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, fuck, yes, just like that," I gasped, my eyes screwed shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

Cohen's thrusts became erratic, each stroke more desperate than the last. His body tensed as he drove into me one last time, the heat of his release setting off my own. A scream tore from my throat as the tension in my core snapped, pleasure radiating from my center like an explosion.

As the aftershocks subsided, Cole moved away from my chest, a smug grin on his face. Cohen's hips slowed their rhythm, the final pulses of pleasure ebbing from him as his release flowed into me.

His hand reached down to tenderly brush a stray lock of hair from my damp forehead, the corners of his mouth lifting in a satisfied smile. I looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, and Cole bent down to press a tender kiss to my lips.

The echoes of our heavy panting filled the garage as we caught our breath, caressing one another softly. My body tingled with the afterglow of my orgasm, my skin sensitive to every touch.

Cole's fingers traced slow circles on my arms while Cohen's hands gently explored my curves and edges. I reveled in the feeling of their touch, a gentle reminder of the intense connection we had just shared.

I could feel exhaustion seeping into my bones. I lay there on the hood, gasping for breath, my muscles screaming in protest with every movement.

Next to me, Cohen's laughter rang out. "Looks like someone's had enough excitement for one night," he quipped, his voice filled with amusement.

I mustered a weak glare in his direction, too tired to summon up anything more. "Fucking worth it," I muttered with a grin, my words barely audible.

Cohen just grinned, and with a surprising gentleness, he stood before bending down and scooping me up in his arms.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice softer now, almost tender.

I didn't protest as he carried me out of the garage, Cole falling into step beside us. The lights of the hallway flickered overhead as we made our way to the closest bathroom, hoping not to be caught by Remington or Fallon. They didn't need to see our naked, freshly fucked selves.

I noticed the smiles on Cole and Cohen's faces as they looked at me, their expressions a mixture of amusement and affection. And despite the exhaustion weighing me down, I couldn't suppress the smile that danced on the edge of my lips.

My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding against my chest as I jolted awake from the nightmare that had gripped me in its icy claws. The sheets clung to my sweat-soaked skin, a reminder of the terror that still lingered in the recesses of my mind.

Careful not to disturb Cohen and Cole, who slept peacefully beside me, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the ensuite bathroom, the darkness enveloping me. The soft hum of the shower greeted me as I stepped inside, the warm water a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

As steam filled the air, my dream flooded back to me with startling clarity. It had been a memory. I was younger then, trapped in a prison of my father's making, my world crumbling around me as Gina, my mentor and savior, fought tooth and nail to free me from his clutches.

But her efforts had been in vain. I had watched helplessly as my father's men overpowered her, dragging her from this world with horrifying violence. I was distraught. Unable to contain my heartbroken cries. Tony, my father's enforcer, had turned his attention to me, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

"I'll give you something to cry about," he had sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

And then he had carved into my face, leaving behind a scar that would haunt me for the rest of my days.

The memory sent a chill through my bones as I stood beneath the spray of water, the droplets mingling with the tears that streamed down my face. It was a wound that went deeper than flesh and bone, a reminder of the darkness that lurked within me, waiting to be unleashed. And where it had been born.

But as the water washed away the remnants of the nightmare, I forced myself to push aside the fear and the pain, focusing instead on the present. With trembling hands, I reached for the towel, wrapped it around myself, and stepped out of the shower.

The mirror fogged up as I wiped away the condensation, revealing the reflection of the scar that now marred my once unblemished skin. It curved across my left cheekbone like a jagged cliff face, a constant reminder of the horrors my father put me through.

I stared at my reflection, my fingers tracing the outline of the scar. It was a part of me now, etched into my very being.

But as I stared into my own dark eyes, I knew that my scars ran deeper than just the surface. They were the scars of a soul that had been battered and broken but had somehow managed to survive.

And as the memory of that fateful night burned bright in my mind, I knew that no matter how hard I tried to escape my past, it would always be a part of who I was.

With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself away from the mirror. Instinctively, I reached for a fluffy robe, wrapping it tightly around myself as I moved from my room and made my way to the outdoor patio. The sky was just beginning to lighten, the first rays of dawn shining over the estate.

I wasn't usually a smoker, but this morning called for drastic measures. I retrieved my emergency pack of cigarettes from their hiding spot in the kitchen and headed toward the sliding doors.

Stepping outside, I lit a cigarette and took a long, slow drag. The smoke filled my lungs, calming the storm raging inside me, if only for a moment.

I sat in silence, lost in my thoughts until the sound of footsteps broke through the stillness. Remington appeared beside me, his expression unreadable in the half-light.

"You're up early," he remarked casually.

I shrugged, blowing out a stream of smoke. "Nightmare," I replied simply, the word heavy on my tongue.

My brother's brow furrowed with concern. "A nightmare?" he echoed, his voice soft.

I nodded, not meeting his gaze. "Just a nightmare," I reiterated, dismissing his concern with a wave of my hand. "Nothing to worry about."

He studied me as if trying to decipher the secrets hidden behind my eyes. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

I shook my head, the lie slipping easily from my lips as I forced a smile. "Nah. Thanks, though."

The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words and unspoken fears. But then Remington spoke, his voice breaking through the quiet like a thunderclap.

"Do you think our plan will work?" he asked, his words heavy with doubt.

I hesitated, weighing my response carefully. "It has to," I replied finally, the conviction in my voice ringing true.

Remington nodded, his expression grim. "I've spent so much time dreaming of revenge," he admitted, his voice nearly soundless. "I'm not sure what I'll do with myself once it's done."

I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. The gesture was small but filled with meaning. "The world will always be full of people who need our help," I reminded him, my voice steady. "There will always be scumbags to murder."

He met my gaze, a flicker of amusement stirring in his eyes. "I guess that's true," he replied with a smile.

I nodded, a smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Don't worry, Brother," I replied, my words ringing true in the quiet of the early morning. "We'll be just fine."

Remington's smile softened, and he glanced away for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. "You know, when all this is over, you should think about just... enjoying life. With the guys."

I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by his suggestion. "Does it bother you?" I asked, my voice tentative. "My relationship with the four of them?"

He breathed out a long breath, his expression thoughtful. "Love is scarce in this world," he said slowly. "When it passes you by, you need to grab it with both hands. No matter how many directions it comes from."

I let his words sink in, a warmth spreading through me. "I do love them," I admitted softly.

Remington's smile grew. "Then hold on to that, Salem," he advised gently. "It's rare and worth fighting for."

I nodded, taking a final drag on my smoke and flicking it away. The early morning light cast long shadows around us, but for the first time in a long while, they didn't feel so daunting.