“Fuck, our princess is close,” Ryder warns, his voice strained as he struggles to maintain rhythm. “She’s getting so tight around me. I’m not gonna be able to hold back when she comes.”
I increase my pace, driving into Dominic with punishing force. His massive frame rocks forward with each thrust, his usual composed demeanor completely shattered as Spanishcurses spill from his lips. I can feel the exact moment his resistance crumbles entirely.
“That’s it,” I pant, reaching around to grab his cock where it disappears into Ryder. “I’m going to fuck the cum right out of you, Dom. Going to make you fill Ryder’s ass while I fill yours.”
Dominic makes a sound I’ve never heard from him before—something between a groan and a sob. His entire body tenses, muscles straining beneath my fingers.
“Yes,” he hisses, voice barely recognizable. “Fuck. Yes.”
I slam into him relentlessly, angling my hips to hit that spot that makes him tremble. “Come for me, Daddy. Let me feel you losing control. Show us how fucking good it feels to get filled while you’re filling our Ryder’s tight little ass.”
His body shudders violently, the tension snapping as he roars out his release. I feel him pulsing, clenching around my cock as he empties himself into Ryder. The sensation of Dominic coming undone sends lightning through my veins.
“Fuck yes,” Ryder cries out, his head thrown back against Dominic’s shoulder. “I can feel you filling me, Daddy. I’m—fuck—I’m coming too!”
Ryder’s body convulses as he follows Dominic over the edge, pumping into Cora who’s writhing beneath him, her eyes locked with mine. The chain reaction is perfect, primal—each of us connected through pleasure.
“Please,” Cora begs, her body trembling on the edge. “I need to come again.”
“Come for us, princess,” I command, maintaining eye contact while I continue driving into Dominic. “Show us how good we make you feel.”
Her back arches impossibly high as she shatters, her cry echoing off the walls as she clenches around Ryder. The sight of her coming apart—combined with the vice-like grip of Dominic’sass around my cock—sends me hurtling into my own explosive release.
“Take it all,” I growl, emptying myself deep inside him. “Every. Fucking. Drop.”
We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. Dominic eases out of Ryder, who gently pulls free from Cora. I slip from Dominic’s body with a groan, falling beside him on the massive bed.
For several moments, we breathe together, processing what just happened. Then Cora shifts, pressing her lips to mine with unexpected tenderness. Her kiss is soft, almost reverent—nothing like the bruising passion of moments before.
She turns to kiss Ryder with the same gentleness, then Dom, whose expression holds a vulnerability I’ve never witnessed. Ryder leans over to press his lips against Dominic’s stubbled jaw, then turns to me, capturing my mouth in a kiss that’s both gentle and searching.
Even more surprising, Dominic reaches for me, his calloused fingers guiding my face toward his. Our kiss is tentative at first, then deepens—an acknowledgment of the shift that happened tonight. The way everything has changed.
35
RYDER
Sunlight streams through the gaps in Dominic’s designer blinds, painting warm stripes across the tangled sheets. I blink awake, orienting myself in the massive California king bed that managed to fit all four of us last night.
My body aches pleasantly, a reminder of boundaries crossed and walls demolished. Dom lies beside me, his normally stern expression softened in sleep, one arm possessively draped across Cora’s waist. On her other side, Liam’s chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of deep sleep, his fingers intertwined with hers even in unconsciousness.
I prop myself up on one elbow, taking in the sight of them. It’s fucking surreal. Just over a week ago, we all wanted revenge against Mayor Pike, using his daughter as collateral damage. Now? Now I can’t imagine a morning without them.
Dominic stirs slightly, mumbling something in Spanish before settling deeper into the pillows. I can’t help but smile, remembering how he looked last night—completely undone, surrendering control in a way I never thought possible. The great Dominic Vega, letting Liam fuck him.
Jesus. The memory alone sends heat coursing through me.
It was more than just sex. When Dom asked Liam to fuck him, something shifted between us all. The rigid hierarchies we’d established—Dom always in charge, Liam playing both sides, me finding freedom in submission—dissolved into something fluid and honest.
Revenge was simple. This? This is complicated as hell.
I reach out, gently tracing the line of Dominic’s shoulder. This man, who planned Mayor Pike’s destruction, who orchestrated Cora’s humiliation without flinching, trembled for Liam last night with tears in his eyes. Not from pain—from release.
And Cora. This thing between us has outgrown its origin story. I tuck a strand of hair behind Cora’s ear, my chest tight with feelings I don’t have names for yet.
Dominic’s eyes flutter open suddenly, his body tensing. The vulnerability from last night evaporates instantly, replaced by something guarded and defensive. His jaw clenches as awareness returns, clearly remembering how he’d surrendered control.
“Morning,” I whisper, keeping my voice light, pretending I don’t notice how he’s practically vibrating with discomfort.
