Alex deep-throats me until I lose my breath. Vincent sneaks a hand below and starts flicking my tender clit while Maxrams into me from behind. Harder and deeper and faster it goes, my crotchless panties drenched, my legs barely able to hold me.
“Come again, Raina,” Max says. “Come again, baby, I want to feel you all over me.”
I lock eyes on Alex as he holds my head still and slides in and out of my mouth.
Vincent flicks my clit into madness, then takes Alex’s place in my mouth. He releases down my throat a second before another slap on my ass from Max causes the dam to break. I come hard, my vision nearly whiting out as I feel my juices coat my thighs.
Alex feeds me his cock once again, and I suck hard on the tip until he, too, explodes on my tongue. “Oh, God, you’re both delicious,” I manage, my body jelly as Max gives me his last, deepest thrust and shoots deep inside me.
He unties my wrists and wraps his arms around me. Alex and Vincent join in, panting as they hold me close, sweating as they melt into my body the way I melt into theirs.
“You are ours,” Max whispers in my ear, “ours and only ours.”
“I’m yours,” I reply, breathless and brainless, still quivering in their embrace.
It’s only the beginning. I know that. The night is young, and our appetites have only just been unleashed. We’ll rest for a little while, bask in the lazy afterglow. They’ll tell me about their guests, we’ll laugh about one thing or another, and next thing I know, they’ll take turns fucking me out of this world, possessing and destroying me before they put me back together again.
And that fleeting thought returns.
What if I don’t want the contract to end?
8
RAINA
The thought lingers all the way into the following day, when I drive back to Portland for a couple of hours to pick up a few things from my apartment, including a few recipe books I didn’t think I’d need for this gig. But with Valentine’s Day dinner just a day away, I want to wow the guests.
If I’m to secure a head chef position at Alex, Max, and Vincent’s next venture, I need to make sure I give Haus of Sin my very best.
My apartment building feels strange as I get out of my car and glance up at the stony façade and the French windows. It should feel like home, but…
Lately, home’s been in the arms of three men, not here.
“Raina.” Jeremy’s voice startles me before I even see him. He’s been waiting by his car, just a few feet away from where I parked. He doesn’t look like the man I once fell in love with.
I recoil when he tries to hug me, then take a couple of steps back. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Jeremy stills and gives me a gentle smile. “I’ve missed you.”
“You’re joking,” I scoff. “You broke up with me, said I was too much woman for you, both physically and emotionally”
“I’m here to apologize, Raina. Will you give me that opportunity?”
I measure him from head to toe, trying to understand what possessed him to come here today of all days. “How’d you know I’d be coming to my apartment?”
“I overheard Vivian talking to you on the phone yesterday,” he replies, smiling sheepishly. “I figured it was my one opportunity to catch you while you were in town. I also overheard you got yourself a great new gig at some snazzy resort up north. Congratulations are in order!”
“Congratulations? You got me fired from The Kane,” I shoot back.
“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about?—”
“Cut the shit, Jeremy. The staff at The Kane talk, and they talk a lot. They know you hung out with the general manager. They know the general manager heard some things about me, things that weren’t true. But hey, I couldn’t disprove any of it, so they ended my contract prematurely.”
“Like I said...” He pauses to take a deep breath, as if he’s the one who needs to summon more patience, “I’m here to apologize.”
“Jeremy, I don’t care about your apology. I’m not interested in hearing it, and I’d very much appreciate it if you would just leave me alone.”
“Raina, please. I made some terrible mistakes, and it took losing you to realize it.”
