CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

My video call will start any minute now.

And I'm in my office. By myself. Carter went to pick Amara up, and I stayed behind at Voltage, tying up loose ends.

Same assholes we dealt with over Christmas. Macy, even from her home in Florida, still manages to piss Riggs and his boss the fuck off. Mediating their conflict isn't urgent, but it has to be done today.

Luna is getting married tomorrow, and I'll be damned if I let anyone stir shit on her…special day.

We can't afford to have any surprises. Nothing that will potentially ruin this for her.

After that, I get to go home.

To be with my people.

The thought alone eases my annoyance, a balm to my strained nerves. I lower into the leather chair behind the desk in our office, unbuttoning my suit jacket and firing up my laptop.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

My phone.

Earlier this evening, I muted my notifications to any contact that wasn't Carter, Amara, or Luna.

I sent Luna home an hour ago to get her beauty sleep.

That only leaves Carter and Amara. They're supposed to be together by now.

Something's happened and I'm here instead of there.

My pulse spikes, rage clouds my vision. Anyone who dared lay a hand on either of them will pay with their lives.

I can't get my hand into my pocket fast enough. "Carter? What's going on?"

"Everything's fine." His voice is husky. Hungry. "We missed you."

"Hi, Killie," Amara adds, her voice muffled. "I've missed you all day today."

They both sound breathless, and my dick jerks in response.

"Really, really missed you." She ends the sentence in the background, and I think I hear a moan.

A fucking moan.

"Really, really, really," Carter grunts, low and feral, before I hear something thumping.

So this is what I walked into.

They're seconds from ripping each other's clothes off. And they called me. They could have fucked each other senseless and I wouldn't have known.

They didn't.

Yeah, Carter and I asked for Amara's permission the other day. This is different. In my head, it's still their relationship.

This evening, they're proving to me it isn't. It's ours.

Ours.

"I missed you too." I press my phone between my ear and shoulder, unbuckling my belt. Not giving a fuck that the clock's ticking. That my meeting is about to start. "You still at the shop?"

"Open the app and see for yourself." Carter's words get swallowed by another moan from Amara.

One of my eyebrows hikes up. "You know about the cameras?"

"She can't hear you," Carter murmurs. "He asked about the cameras."

"Yup. Couldn't care less." Her hum is a sweet, faraway echo. "I just want you. Open the cameras, Killian. Please."

She's pleading. After we invaded her privacy, she fucking begs for us.

Then I realize what's been bothering me. "Why can't Amara hear me?"

"Because…" Carter's voice hints to the answer. Amara doesn't have a bud so she won't listen in on the upcoming meeting. That's fucked and I resent having to withhold secrets from her, but I won't push Carter. "We're playing a game."

Heat spreads through me. Urgency, too. I drop my phone in my lap and put my AirPods in my ears. "Hold on." I open the app on my phone and zoom in on the camera to Amara's right.

Carter stands between Amara's thighs. She's seated on the counter, legs spread, hands raking his hair. He's definitely hard, grinding into her. Dry humping our little flower girl.

The way her mouth is parted in pleasure, it's evident he hits her just where she wants it. He's got to be throbbing for her—for us. Thrusting into her warmth. She has to be soaking through her panties.

My own erection gets fucking uncomfortable. I don't take myself out, instead fisting myself over my pants, biting back a groan.

"Kill, you're quiet." Carter's attention splits between the cameras spread around and Amara. "You fucking your hand already?"

"I'm here." I stroke myself, imagining both of them on their knees here. "Watching through the camera near the counter."

Carter whispers what I said to Amara, and the two of them whip their heads to face me. The low light in Carnations isn't much to go on, but it'll do. I have every feature of these two ingrained inside my head, anyway. Every shadow, every curve and line. There to stay.

"Kinda figured out you'd go with that one." Carter pushes down the strap of Amara's dress. Eager as I am, he shoves the cup of her bra down, exposing her tit. "Almost like you're here."

"Oh, I'll be with you," I issue the threat that promises them both sex and violence. "Later, tonight. I'll be every fucking where."

"Killian." Amara's hair drapes down her back, her brown eyes twinkling in the dark.

She's not being quiet, and I bet every sick fuck crossing the street can hear her. I can't bring myself to care. So long as I hear her, I do not care.

"Tell us what you want us to do," she begs. "Tell us so—"

Carter bends to her. His arm wraps around her back, arching her to him. He closes his mouth on her pierced nipple, the black strands of his hair grazing her chest.

The sucking and slurping sounds as she cries out go straight to my cock.

"Pull on her hair." The last line is crossed. I take myself out in my office, jerking in slow movements. "Make it hurt."

Carter tilts his head to the camera, shooting me a smirk before doing as I said. Amara cries out again, dragging Carter closer to her despite the pain. Because of the pain.

"Little masochist." I'm breathing hard, feeling as though I'm right there with them. "Let's see how much more she can take."

Carter repeats my words against her tit. She glances at the camera, licking her swollen bottom lip. Amara gets to fuck with my head for the whole of a second before Carter bites her. The sharp pain has her screaming, turning her on so bad that her thighs start moving on the counter.

I wish it could be enough. Especially since I'm running out of time.

It isn't.

"Shove her dress up. All the way up to her waist." He's barely done when I bark out, "Tell her to pull you out."

He does both. I finally have a view of her sexy lace panties. Carter's cock is out too, heavy in her little palm. They're starved. So am I.

My thumb rubs over the drop of precum when a notification pops on my laptop screen. Perfect timing. Motherfucking perfect.

Before I roll my eyes, an idea forms in my head.

"My meeting is starting." I give Carter a heads-up.

"Okay." Carter's probing hand stills up Amara's thigh. "We'll wait for you back home, then."

"No." My plan is something I wouldn't have considered a month ago. Then again, I would've never imagined I'd be fucking my stepson and his girlfriend, either. "While I'll talk to these assholes, I want you to listen carefully. Everything I say is an order to you and Amara." I lower my voice. "Tell her two staff members have an argument and I have to settle this."

"Kinky, I like it."

Even at this angle, I can see Carter as he shoves his fingers into Amara's pussy. Hear her sweet whimper, watch her hands going to his biceps as he repeats what I just said, give or take.

Amara giggles as I remove one of the wireless headphones. A sound I'd rather hear over my meeting any day of the week.

And it's not like I'm in pain over here. The whole forbidden aspect isn't something I expected to like, but I do.

"Evening, Macy. Riggs," I start my meeting while Carter slides his tongue along Amara's jawline.

"Why's your screen black?" Riggs demands of me.

With my cock throbbing in my palm, I lift my eyes to look at Riggs.

He doesn't see me. Doesn't need to. The moment my gaze locks on his, he flinches. Macy senses my glare on them just the same. She tugs on her long, red ponytail nervously. Her brown eyes dart anywhere except the camera.

My presence terrorizes them.

"I have a question for you, Riggs." My tone is flat. Amara gasps when Carter bites her, forcing me to suppress a satisfied smirk. "Why don't you keep your bullshit questions to yourself?"

Amara's gasp turns into giggles and then into a scream the more Carter plays with her. When I bring the phone's screen to my eyes, I see Carter's teeth tugging on her lip ring, his cock grinding on her pussy. Not fucking her. Not yet.

"You're right, Killian." Riggs has the sense to correct himself. "Sorry, we're a little on edge over here."

"You think I don't know that?" Each word comes out slow. As slow as I'm fucking my hand. My next words aren't a threat. They're meant for Carter, and consequently, Amara. "You two fucking around on the same territory."

My obedient Carter growls, "I'm being ordered to fuck you," just as he's tearing Amara's panties off, pulling them from under her ass.

The thin, lace fabric flails in the air, cascading down to the floor. Her hands clutch his shoulders, balancing herself when he pushes into her.

"When I remember we agreed you wouldn't." Tension builds in my groin. "You're breaking your promise to me, and you know I don't take disobedience lightly."

"Fuck, she's wet." Carter takes directions, being obedient and fucking her harder. His hands are on her hips, keeping her in place while he drives into her. "So wet and tight, pet."

"Baby," Amara cries out amidst Carter's throaty curses.

"Again," Riggs starts, "I apologize, Killian."

"Your apology means shit when you make a big fucking mess."

"He wants a mess." Carter tears down the other sleeve on Amara's dress. Her tits bounce while he's fucking her relentlessly. "Let's get you messy, A." He spits on her collarbone. "Rub it on your tits. Get my saliva all over you."

Macy rambles on about how Riggs keeps fucking things up for her. Riggs cuts her by saying no New York corner will ever belong to people from Florida who have no business being here.

They're fighting over pennies. It's an embarrassment.

Thankfully, I have Amara and Carter to make me forget about these idiots. She pulls her feet up the counter, and I can only imagine the view Carter gets. Her pink pussy. Her swollen lips. What his cock looks like dragging in and out of her.

"Shut up." I shift my gaze to the work call. "We settled this over Christmas—over four months ago. Macy's people will sell their drugs on that turf. Not you. Was I not clear?"

Carter's ragged groan has my focus snapping to my phone. One of his hands has Amara's hair rolled around it. He's tilting her hair back, and his lips part at her throat. Ready to bite.

"You were, but—"

It's almost as if Riggs is actively trying to help me boss Amara and Carter around. Maybe he's less useless than I thought.

"Riggs," I cut him off. "You go against me one more time, it's going to hurt. Really fucking hurt."

"Pain, pet. My favorite."

Amara screams again as Carter yanks on her hair harder. Pulling on her silky blond locks until her eyes look at the ceiling. I hear her when the pain turns into pleasure. When she moans please. I lick my lips, imagining the muscles on his ass tightening with every shove.

"Does that hurt, our beautiful slut?" Carter leans in, biting her for real this time.

"Yes," she shrieks.

"Tell Killian. Let him know how deep I'm shoved inside you."

"It hurts," Amara chokes out. "Killian, I'm so fucking full."

I squeeze the throbbing head of my cock. I'm neither gentle nor subtle with how hard I grip myself. The painful need to be in either Amara or Carter won't go away, and I can't stroke myself the way I'd like. I just clench and unclench my fingers, aching for this call to end.

"You won't have to, Killian," stupid Riggs mumbles. "I respect you. That's why I came to you. I'm sorry."

Riggs's shortcomings are nothing new, nor do they annoy me today. My eyes won't leave the phone. Won't look away from the two people fucking.

"Stop talking to me." My following instructions are meant for the people surrounded by flowers. "Talk to her. Tell her how sorry you are."

Carter's thrusts slow. He's still violent. Amara's body jolts as he lowers his lips to lap his tongue on her nipple. He's almost sweet. Her hands fly to his hair, her lips curving into a scowl.

"I'm…sorry?" Carter seems confused, an interesting twist and a big fucking turn on.

"I don't want your fucking apologies," both women say at once.

"I need you to fuck me," Amara groans. "Please."

Her desire overcomes her common sense. And it lands her another bite from Carter. A vicious one, judging by the satisfaction in her loud sigh.

"Leave my corner and stop messing with my people." Macy slams the desk on her end, ruining the moaning and grunting I'm much more interested in hearing. "Your boss's dad gave it to me before he died. It. Is. Mine."

"That was before you moved to Florida, Macy," Riggs grumbles.

Carter leaves Amara's neck, pressing his forehead to hers. He grabs her hands, pins them to the counter behind her. Using her body as leverage to resume his fast, relentless pace.

"Oh my God, Carter, your piercing." Amara pushes her tits up. "Right there, please, right there. I'm so close."

I want her breasts in my mouth. I want my cock squeezed between them.

"I could've moved to Mars for all I care," Macy continues. "That corner is mine."

"In that case, why don't you?" Riggs gets on my motherfucking nerves again.

Fucking toddlers.

"Touch your clit, A," Carter demands. "Make yourself come. I'm not leaving until you come twice. Until your pussy milks me dry."

Amara does as he says, slipping a hand from Carter's grip and sliding it between them.

"Riggs," I threaten, and he cringes.

Seconds later, Amara orgasms. Her cries and rippling body, while Carter rams into her, become the only reason I exist.

Stroking myself faster and making myself come is out of the question. The wrong people will hear my hand on my dick, my unrestrainable groans.

"Killian, I need guarantees." Macy—who was scared of me less than ten minutes ago—speaks louder. "He needs to back off. Period."

No one talks back to me unless it's Amara or Carter. My nerves are already shot to hell and my cock begs for release. I'm on edge, and these two assholes refuse to let me end this call.

"Macy, you're out of fucking line."

My reprimand is louder than I would've liked, because Amara hears it. I know, because she takes it as an instruction, slapping Carter.

She fucking slapped him.

More precum leaks on my fingers, and I move my hand from root to tip. Slow. Painfully slow.

Carter curls his fingers around her throat. He ruts into her like he's trying to reach her esophagus with his dick.

"Dirty slut." He's in her face, licking her cheek. "I'm going to have to discipline you now. Have been waiting for this opportunity, pet."

His hand closes in tighter, seeing how hard she's fighting to breathe. Being around them for two weeks, I know he's not cutting off her air entirely. He isn't punishing her, either.

He's pushing her into another orgasm. A more intense one seeing how her body quivers.

"Sorry, Killian." Macy doesn't go for lame excuses like Riggs had.

"Riggs, you back off her corner." Carter pulls out of Amara. My balls tighten with the desire to touch his cock, taste her arousal on him. "I hear even one of your men drive by, and they won't be breathing for long. Macy and a few other of your enemies will have my permission to have at you. That's final. Do we have an understanding?"

"What do I tell the boss?" he asks, thinking I'm afraid of them.

What a joke. They don't scare me. I own the most powerful men and women in the city. In many ways, Carter and I are the motherfucking puppet masters.

"Repeat what I said. Word for word. End of story."

Amara's moans pound in my ears. My hand picks up the pace on my dick as I imagine I'm the one stretching her tight little cunt.

"Thank—"

I end the call before Macy finishes. I don't need her to finish.

Ineed to finish.

Right. Now.

"She's moaning," I bark at Carter. "It means she's having too much fun. Do I have to come down there and make her scream?"

"No." Carter thrusts into Amara, hard enough that her body jolts.

"I'll come by the time you do, Kill," he grits out, breaths labored.

I spit on my hand, resuming fucking my hand. The relief overwhelms me. It rushes through me, the fire searing. Agonizing. I let out a feral sound out of my chest, one that's been lodged in there for the entire video conference.

His mouth opens to say something while Amara smirks.

"You like fucking her?"

"Fuck, yeah."

"Describe it to me." My insides wound up tight. My lips sink painfully into my bottom lip. "How does it feel, having your thick, pulsing cock in her cunt, Carter?"

"She's so wet. So tight. I want to tear her apart."

Carter reaches behind Amara, swiping the flower pot she had there to the floor. It crashes to the floor, breaking into pieces.

"What did you do that for?" Amara pushes her face into Carter's.

"Doubt me again, Amara." Carter manhandles her, flattening her back to the counter.

Without a word, he fishes out his other bud, adjusting it in Amara's ear. Then his hand curls around her throat possessively as he continues to bury himself inside her.

"Beautiful girl, open your mouth," I say, my voice gruff. Her immediate obedience softens my heart and turns me into a ravenous beast all at once. "Pretend your dirty little mouth takes me in. My cock fucks your throat while Carter is balls deep inside your cunt. Do you feel it? Do you feel how you gag on me?"

Her nails scrape the counter. Her head thrashes back, the moans of her orgasm filling my ears. While she keeps her lips parted for me. So I'd see what she'd look like sucking me off like we had the other day.

"I'm going to come," I grit out.

"Thank fuck, I'm right there with you." His hair falls on his forehead.

I explode on my hand, shooting hot cum on my hand and my shirt. I'm not jealous when Carter orgasms inside Amara. I'm there. Fucking there.

"You owe me for that pot, Carter." Amara's the first to break our silence, grinning from ear to ear.

If only she knew that he'd paid her back, and then some. How we'll always get her everything and anything she might want and need.

She will. Soon.

"Pet." Carter helps her up, his hand remaining around her neck. "I'll give you the world. All you have to do is ask."

"We will," I agree and mean it. She turns her head to the camera and hence to me. Her smile shines so bright that my cold heart doesn't just thaw. It melts into a puddle. "We'll give you the whole damn universe."