CHAPTER FORTY

Iknew it. I fucking knew it.

While the men thought they were being oh-so-secretive, I caught them. I heard them. The low volume of the speaker wasn't as low as they'd have liked to believe.

Through the small crack I opened the door, the conversation had reached up to me.

Carter and Killian are much more than just hotel owners. They're as violent and murderous as the mafia men I saw tonight. I heard and watched their murderous thoughts bleed everywhere around them.

I don't mind the violence they promised to rain on Christopher. Don't care if they kill the guy or not. He's a bad man and I trust their judgment.

But I'm struggling. I trust them. Why can't they trust me?

Do they think I'll go to the newspapers? Tell someone I shouldn't?

I would be so turned on to be near them when they had their hands covered in blood or standing over a corpse.

As I lie back in Killian's bed—ours, unless it's another half-truth—I wipe a tear from my cheek.

It can't be it. They trust me, I'm sure they do.

My mind whirs back to the night the burglar broke into my apartment.

The man who attacked me hasn't returned. There's been no retribution.

With the information I have now, I can guess why. He must be dead. Carter killed him. He had to.

Carter, the man who rules over the lawless alongside his stepdad, Killian.

Maybe they're scared of my reaction. Of what I'd say when I find out I'm sleeping with men who kill people as part of their job description. Men whose lives are filled with crime and violence.

I don't hate it.

How could they think I would? They heard me giggling when they beat Christopher up.

They're fucking badass. And now I'm badass by association.

Think, Amara. Think. Before you run downstairs and yell at them, use your brain.

They were keeping me safe. Protecting from these people there. Hence why they've been driving me to and from work. Why we've been hiding our relationship.

Why they came at Christopher like that the other day, ready to annihilate him.

They're protecting me from the hotel's members.

Has to be it.

"Muffin." My tears of sadness morph into those of joy. "Killie."

A smile tugs at my lips. Serenity trickles into my heart.

They really love me.

This Christopher dude is the one that should be looking over his shoulder.

Because when they find him…

The asshole is dead.

My last thought before I drift back to sleep is that I wish I could do something to prove to them I'm strong. That I can be aware of the danger and they can still be my saviors.

I'm dreaming again.

Carter is spreading my legs wide open. I feel his hair on my thighs. His breaths are hot on my wet pussy.

His gray eyes hone in on me in the darkness while his fingers massage and part my pussy lips. He dips his tongue to my slit, pushing inside my sex. Licking up to my clit.

"Carter."

He doesn't answer in my dream. Only trails Cyclone's blade just over my clit, the cold metal making me shiver. His teeth nip the sensitive spot, then his knife sends bursts of desire through me.

The other man worships my breasts. The man whose tongue circles my pierced nipple. Whose lips suck hard and mercilessly.

"Killian."

He moves on top of me. His muscular legs brace me on either side of my face. His hand grips my chin, pinning it to my chest.

"Open up, beautiful girl," he whispers. "Going to stuff your mouth with my cock. I need you."

"I need to be inside you, too." Carter's mouth leaves my pussy, his knife discarded somewhere. "Fuck you until you're boneless, pet. And I won't stop there."

I need them there, but in my dream, I can't tell them that. So I whine in protest instead.

Carter cups my dripping pussy, my arousal soaking through his hand.

"No whining." One of his fingers presses into where I'm desperate for him. "You'll take what we give you."

Killian smacks my lips with the crown of his cock. A salty bead drops on my tongue, and I swallow it greedily. His precum is mine. Let them call me a brat, I'm never giving it up.

"Dirty girl," Killian whispers.

Why are they whispering in my dream? I don't like it.

I want my growling, loud, and ravenous men. I want to go back to reality.

Pinching my eyes shut, I shake my head, willing myself to wake up.

"There she is," Killian says above me.

His voice is a little louder than in the dream. His position is the same. The head of his cock is shoved between my lips. His muscular, tattooed arm leans on the pillow next to me. His eyes are blacker than the night outside.

Neither of them apologizes for mauling me in my sleep. They never do. I consented to it. Begged for it.

"Keep your lips just like that. Parted. Ready for me to fuck your mouth," is his last warning before he pushes into me. "If you want us to stop, pinch my leg, remember?"

I'm still in the stages of waking up when he shoves every inch of him down my throat. My body, on the other hand, is very present. My nipples are pulled tight and my pussy drips down to my crack, on Carter's hand.

And tears start falling. Wetting my temples. Soaking my hair. A sob escapes me, muffled by Killian's cock.

It's too much. After finding out what I did, I must still be overwhelmed. Even my unhinged soul has its limits.

"Shh." Carter's hand closes on top of one of mine. With his other hand, he penetrates me, fucks my pussy the way I like it. The way that makes me moan and clench around him. "It's us, baby."

"You take my cock so well," Killian praises, his dirty blond hair falling on his forehead. He, too, fucks my mouth exactly how I need him to. "Always so eager for our cum, beautiful girl."

My body and soul are soothed. A tiny bit. Enough to accept Carter's body shifting until he's between my legs and the head of his dick is pushed inside my pussy.

"You hear that?" he asks, his voice hoarse and teasing. "You hear Killian's balls slapping on your chin?"

My eyes roam along Killian's body. From his handsome, serious face to his chest, to the muscles in his stomach. They contract and flex as he pummels into my mouth. And the answer is yes. I hear him as well as feel him.

Thoughts about Voltage disappear from my mind. My confusion dissipates.

Hunger fills me. I hollow my cheeks, taking more of Killian. Swallowing him to the back of my throat. Gagging and slobbering for him. For them.

"She hears it," Killian answers for me. "She fucking loves it."

"Good." I see Carter's shadow behind Killian. "Because you're going to hear mine, A." He pushes hard, bottoming out. "And soon."

I moan as much as Killian's thick cock allows me. For a second there, I lose control of my teeth, and they graze the long, silky length of him.

"Oh, fuck," he groans. "Dammit, Amara, you suck me so well. Good girl. Dirty fucking girl."

I bask in his praise. Then I bask in the sound of Carter's dick pumping in and out of me. Wet and slippery. Debauched and depraved. And right. Incredibly, perfectly right.

I orgasm hard, screaming on Killian's cock, clenching on Carter's.

"Begging for our cum." Carter breathes hard as he slings both my feet over his shoulders. "Our cum slut is dying for us to fill her holes."

"We'll fill you up, Amara." Killian's cock hits me deep. I gag, choking on him, but he doesn't stop. "You'll have to work for it, though."

"Yeah, you will." Carter coaxes more needy sounds out of me by sucking my big toe.

The nerve endings there come to life, sending sparks throughout my body. I clench on him again, about to come a second time with how good it feels to have his piercing grazing my walls from the inside.

He pounds into me hard and slow. He still fucks me mercilessly as he places my feet back on the mattress. His cock still hits my womb every. Single. Time.

Even when his hands are on my breasts, cupping them. His head appears behind Killian's shoulder, his lips sucking on the other man's sweaty flesh.

Killian's thick cock swells in my mouth. More of his precum leaks down my throat.

He's close.

"I want to come together," my black-haired daredevil demands. "All of us."

"You think she's earned it?" Killian glances over his shoulder.

Carter's teeth bite on Killian's lip. Killian laps his tongue out, tasting Carter. Tasting me on Carter.

"She's been good." Carter returns to his place. He grips my hips, thrusting relentlessly. "She can be bad. But she'll always be our good girl."

"He's right." Allowing me to breathe, Killian pulls out. My spit connects his tongue and my lips. "Always."

The reprieve is short-lived before he thrusts into me again. The thrill from his forceful shove throws me into my second orgasm. My body ripples in waves, my heart soaring. The sounds and spasming of my body force my men to follow me.

Carter's cum shoots into my pussy. Killian explodes in my mouth. So much that it spills out the corners of my mouth, leaking from my nose.

"Look at you." Killian drags his cock back until it's out of my mouth. His thumb gathers his cum from my chin, pushing it back into my mouth. "Filled up with our cum."

There's nothing soft about his expression or voice. Yet he's sweet. In his special way, he's sweet, commanding, and everything in between.

Much like Carter, who's pulled out of me slowly. He comes to sit beside me, and I look at him.

"Beautiful." This one word from him warms my entire body.

Every inch of me heats up. I'm beyond fulfilled. I'm complete.

They love me. They trust me.

They'll tell me about what happens at Voltage. I just have to prove to them how ready I am. How I'm excited about what else I might find.

About the things I'll be allowed to watch.

Carter's gray eyes interrupt my thoughts and take up my view as he leans in.

"Let's get you cleaned up before the shower." His tongue darts out, licking Killian's cum below my nose, from the corners of my mouth. From my chin.

"Mmm." He presses a kiss to my lips. "I'll never tire of tasting the two of you together. Never."

"You'll never have to." Killian sits next to me on my other side.

We kiss like that. We shower like that. We crawl back into bed like that.

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep," Carter mumbles.

"You could help him, you know." Killian cradles me from behind, running his fingers on my arm. "Sit on his face. I'm sure it'll make him fall asleep in no time."

"He'll like that," I say, my voice growing sleepy.

"I hope you'll like what we have for you even more."

I want to ask what. But my sneaky sleep steals me away.