“Lick my balls for two minutes.”
There was no truth or dare.
It was back to business.
He stood ready, his T-shirt lifted. Nick shifted closer and sat behind me on the edge of the couch. I drew my legs back to give Ella room to move. She turned toward Rowan, but then pushed him back and dropped to her knees instead.
“Damn,” Nick muttered under his breath.
We watched with hungry eyes, and for the briefest moment I felt a pang of envy—but it vanished as quickly as it surfaced.
It wasn’t Rowan’s fault that Ella was so diligent in her task.
Chapter 47
Ella
When all three of them began to usher me upstairs, I ducked my head to hide my smile. I’d thought I could rig the game in my favour—daring Alec to kiss Rowan, nudging the balance just enough to feel clever. But when they kissed, I knew it wasn’t their first time.
That knowledge landed heavier than I expected.
Images followed—uninvited, vivid—before they turned their attention back to me, united, intent.
You could have heard a pin drop when I slid from the couch to my knees.
They made me feel powerful and powerless in the same breath. Balanced on a knife-edge where control and surrender blurred together. It kept me alert. Wired. But I’d learned how to exist there. I’d adapted. Acclimatised to their games, their expectations, the way they moved around me like gravity.
Then there was the tattoo.
It wasn’t large. Not gaudy or possessive in the way I’d half-expected. I’d imagined Nick choosing something excessive—low on my back, impossible to ignore. Something crude. Something obvious.
Instead, it sat higher. Intentional.
Nick’s hand closed around my wrist, guiding me toward the bedroom as if escape had ever been an option. The shading behind the ornate cross and skull was dark, gothic, intricate. Black layered over black.
The artwork didn’t frighten me anymore.
Maybe that was the most unsettling part.
Maybe I wasn’t being pulled into their darkness at all.
Maybe I was already learning how to inhabit my own.
Nick sat me on the bed and pulled his T-shirt over my head. I lifted my arms automatically as the cold air licked over my bare skin. Alec’s hand closed around my throat, firm and possessive, and he pushed me back until the mattress yielded beneath me. I didn’t look away as he settled beside me—close enough to feel his heat.
Someone else stripped my shorts and underwear from my legs. Fingers brushed over me, barely there, not meant to soothe—meant to remind. I squeezed my eyes shut, breath catching as my body reacted before my mind could catch up.
“She’s so wet,” Nick growled.
All I could think about were his inked fingers—dark, familiar—slick with my arousal, proof of how easily my body betrayed me. How easily their games could undo me.
“Of course she is,” Alec hummed, his fingers flexing around my neck.
Rowan moved to my other side and cupped my breasts. Nick nudged my legs open with his knee, spreading me wider until I felt his warm breath against my pussy.
“Suck Alec’s balls the way you did mine downstairs,” Rowan said, brushing his thumbs over my nipples.
Alec’s hand slipped from my throat. I turned to watch him tug his shorts down. His cock sprang free, bobbing as it settled, but my gaze dropped to his heavy balls as I opened my mouth for him.
