“Together,” Dom commands, his voice strained as he fights to maintain control even now.
We lock eyes in the dim light of the car, three men connected by more than just hands on cocks now. The intimacy hits me harder than I expected—seeing their faces twist with pleasure, knowing I’m partly responsible.
“Now,” Dom growls, and it’s like he’s flipped a switch in all of us.
We come almost simultaneously, hot pulses coating our hands and shirts. Liam first with a bitten-off curse, Dom following with a deep groan that vibrates through my chest, and me last with a gasp that sounds embarrassingly like a whimper.
For a moment, we breathe together, hands still loosely gripping each other.
“Well, that’s a first,” Liam says finally, reaching for the handkerchief in his pocket.
I laugh, feeling the tension release without the edge coming off our desire. Because, despite what just happened, I’m still rock-hard thinking about Cora waiting for us.
“Shit looks like none of us are done,” I observe, glancing down at our cocks—still hard and ready despite what just happened.
Dom’s eyes gleam dangerously as he cleans himself off. “Good. We’ll need the stamina for what I have planned.”
“Thinking about her waiting in the dark,” Liam adds, tucking himself away without softening completely. “Not knowing when we’ll come for her.”
“The masks in your bag?” I ask Dom, who nods.
“Everything we need to give her exactly what she asked for.”
The car pulls up to Dom’s building, and I feel the familiar rush of anticipation tightening my chest. Whatever happened between us in the car only heightened the tension, the air between us electric with purpose.
“Game faces, gentlemen,” Liam says, straightening his tie. The consummate professional even now.
Dom retrieves the duffel bag as we exit the car, nodding to his driver. “Take the rest of the night off, James.”
We wait until the car disappears around the corner before Dom opens the bag in the shadow of the building’s entrance.Inside lie three slightly different skull masks—the same ones we wore during the original Hunt. My fingers trace the familiar contours of mine before slipping it over my face.
“No cameras in this blind spot,” Dom confirms, his voice already more menacing behind his mask. The transformation is instant and complete.
Liam adjusts his mask, eyes gleaming through the sockets. “Remember, she wants to fight back before surrendering.”
“And the safe word ismidnight,” I add, rolling my shoulders as I settle into character. My pulse quickens thinking of Cora waiting inside. The anticipation must be driving her crazy.
Dom leads us through the service entrance, bypassing his usual security. He’s planned this meticulously, of course. We take the service elevator in silence, the quiet hum of machinery the only sound as we ascend to the penthouse level.
At his door, Dom produces a key I’ve never seen before. “Ready?” he whispers.
We nod in unison, and he turns the key silently, disabling his own security system with a code before easing the door open.
The penthouse is completely dark, only the faint glow of city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows creating ghostly shadows across the expansive living room.
Dom turns back to us, a finger to his mask’s lips, then gestures for us to look.
Cora lies curled on her side, fast asleep, with the book dropped to one side. Her chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of deep sleep, one arm tucked under her pillow, the other draped across her stomach. She’s wearing a simple tank top and shorts—ready for our invasion but exhausted from the day she had.
“She’s asleep,” Dom whispers, his voice muffled behind the skull mask. “Even better.”
This isn’t what we expected—we thought she’d be on edge, waiting, listening for every creak—but finding her asleep adds a new layer to our fantasy.
“How do you want to do this?” Liam whispers.
Dom’s eyes gleam through his mask. “I’ll take point. You two stay back until she starts fighting.”
We nod, and Dom steps closer. Liam and I hang back in the doorway, watching as he approaches the sofa with deliberate slowness. The wooden floor doesn’t make a sound under his careful footsteps.
