“Fuck, you’re so ready for us, aren’t you?” Jackson growls beneath me, his eyes locked on mine. “You love being our little slut, don’t you?”
I try to respond, but all that comes out is a moan as Beau teases my ass with the tip of his cock.
“Yes... yes, yes,” I breathe, trembling. “I want you both. Ineedyou both.”
Beau pushes in slowly, stretching me wide. Even after months, it still feels like I’m being torn apart—but in the best way possible. Jackson holds my gaze as he starts thrusting, hard and deep, making me cry out as I push back into Beau.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Beau hisses, gripping my hips. “You’re ours, Aria. And tonight, we’re going to show you how much we love you.”
I’m trapped between them, completely and utterly theirs, and for the first time in my life, I feel whole.
They fuck me rough and deep, building me toward another climax. My muscles tense again, the pressure mounting fast. This isn't going to be easy. They’re going to make me beg for it.
“Please,” I breathe, barely audible over the sound of slapping skin. “Please... make me cum.”
Jackson’s eyes spark with wicked delight. He reaches up, wrapping both hands around my throat, holding me still.
“Damn,” he growls, “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. With my hands wrapped around your pretty little throat. You want to cum, Aria? You’re going to have tobegfor it.”
I try, but all that escapes is a gasp as Beau thrusts deeper and Jackson tightens his grip. These are the same hands that took a life. The thought only sends me spiraling deeper.
Then Jackson suddenly releases my throat, surging up to kiss me. His mouth crashes into mine, tongue demanding…desperate. I melt into him as they both slam into me, hard.
I’m completely lost in the sensation. In the pleasure. Inthem.
The orgasm builds and then crashes over me, my body shaking, walls pulsing around Jackson. He watches me come undone, lips parted, eyes locked on mine.
But they’re not done with me.
They keep fucking me, raw and relentless, driving me to the edge again. My cries echo, loud and desperate, until Jackson leans up again.
“I love you, Aria. I love you more than anything in this world.”
Beau follows, his voice rough in my ear. “We’re keepingyou. There’s no leaving. Not for you, not for us.”
And I believe them.
I’m still trapped between them, but I’ve never felt more free.
With one last thrust, Jackson cums inside me, groaning as he fills me. Beau following soon after, slowly sliding out of my ass, and he collapses onto my back but careful not to crush me.
“I love you both,” I whisper. “Forever. Too bad for you guys... because you’re stuck with me now.”
Chapter 3
Aria
The comforting warmth of my blankets as I slowly wake gives way to a chilling realization. I'm alone.
I stretch, sit up, and look around the room. A lot has happened in only a few months. The room I once shared with my asshole of an ex now has traces of Jackson and Beau strewn throughout it.
I reach up and grab my robe from the back of our door, covering my bare flesh from the chill in the house. Stepping into the living room, I hear the soft sound of sizzling and smell the mouthwatering aroma of coffee from the kitchen. Okay, now we're talking. I could get used to this. Bacon, coffee…breakfast? They might’ve left me alone in bed, but it looks like I’m getting a damn good reward from it.
I make my way to the kitchen, trying to ignore how messy my hair probably looks as I run a hand through it. I round the corner and finally see Beau standing at the stove, flipping something in the pan with a focused look on hisface. Jackson’s standing at the counter, carefully pouring three cups of coffee. They look like gods molded with sin in mind…sculpted, shiftless, and completely mine.
"Morning, sweetheart.” Jackson says, glancing up and giving me that charming smirk that always makes my heart skip a beat. Honestly, I believe it's those fucking dimples. “I know, I know,” he adds, holding up one cup. “You like your coffee with all the sugar and cream we have in the house. Don't worry, I made sure you won't taste any of the coffee.”
I bring my hand to my chest. “Ouch, are you trying to make me sound like some kind of sugar addict? It’s called flavor, Jackson.”
