Savage.
Raw.
Obsessed.
A wicked smile curved his mouth before he yanked me down hard, thrusting deep into my throat.
He held me there, one hand stroking my hair almost tenderly while I struggled to breathe around him.
“Do you see, Ella?”
I moaned against him, clawing at the fabric of his pants.
He finally pulled back.
Air tore into my lungs as I gasped.
It was always him.
He chose this life for me. Then they tested me—and chose.
He crouched down, wiping my chin before studying my face.
“My mother had so many affairs. My father chose to keep her. We’ll keep you so full you’ll never want to leave us, Ella,” he said, sliding his thumb over my swollen lips.
I blinked, and tears slipped quietly down my cheeks.
He lifted my chin and pressed a kiss to my mouth.
Soft.
Tender.
As if it meant something.
“Turn around,” he murmured, close to my ear.“Face the camera. You’re going to come for all three of us.”
I shifted, ignoring the cold bite of the ground beneath my feet as I fixed my gaze on the camera. I breathed in the warm air, listened to birdsong threading through the quiet, and heard the unmistakable click as Rowan snapped open the lubricant.
My insides clenched at the need.
The constant need—one only they knew how to quench.
Were Nick and Alec watching now?
Touching themselves?
Wishing they were here?
The cold slick against my skin made me gasp.
Rowan’s fingers followed—warm, unhurried—working it in.
“You kept this little hole just for us,” he murmured.“How fortuitous.”
My eyes drifted to the sand-coloured stone of the house. Weathered. Aged. Nothing like the sharp lines of the newer builds. Solid. Enduring.
“Sit upright,” he said quietly.“Hands on your legs. Let them see.”
