“You won’t get mercy.”
“I did what I had to do.”
Mara’s behind Jasper now, arms crossed over her chest like she’s holding herself together through sheer force of will.
Dredyn walks over to a steel box and pulls out a manilla folder. “Should we start sending pieces?”
Chase jerks against his restraints. “What—what is that?”
“A legacy—yours. One that we have carefully crafted to send to Mara’s father who will have no choice but to report everything in this folder to the Syndicate.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“We absolutely would,” I say. “Because this stopped being vengeance the second you opened your mouth. This is strategy, now.”
“I’m valuable,” he says. “You need me.”
Jasper tilts his head and signs again.
Mara smiles. “He said, ‘You’re not valuable. You’re bait.’”
Chase’s lip curls into a sneer. “You’re just a toy, passed around between three broken boys—used up. I’m glad I never touched you. Even our fathers tried to make it happen, and I wouldn’t fucking stoop to that level.”
Dredyn lunges, but I catch his arm before he reaches the chair. “He’s not worth it,” I mutter.
Mara turns her head slightly, her disheveled updo now falling down her shoulder. “Boys, do you want to play?”
“Go ahead,” he snarls. “Put on another little act, make her beg. That’s all she knows how to do, right? Get on her knees.”
“Oh, you want me on my knees?” She begins to lower herself. “You want to watch how they remade me. How they corrupted me?”
I move behind her, my hand sliding over her shoulder, and she melts into the touch like she was waiting for it.
Dredyn steps in on her left, tilting her chin so she’s forced to look at him. “I missed you.”
“I missed all three of you,” she says.
Jasper stands opposite of Dredyn now, and Mara works fast to undo the buttons on our jeans until all three of our cocks are free. Finally, she meets my eyes, her blue ones burning into mine.
“You look perfect as our personal whore, on your knees,” I tell her.
She takes her lip into her mouth and bites softly.
“But you’ll look better choking on our cocks,” Dredyn says, threading his hand into her hair and guiding her to his length. “Feel the power, Hellcat?”
She takes him into her mouth, sucking deep enough to pull a groan from him. Her hands come up, one wrapping around me, the other around Jasper. My cock leaks into her palm as she strokes me.
“Fuck… look at you.” I breathe. “Let him see what he could never have.”
She pops off of Dredyn’s cock and switches her hand from my cock to his and takes mine in her mouth, her tongue running up and down as her head bobs. Dredyn, his hands still threaded through her hair, pushes her head further down onto my cock.
“Fucking hell, Princess,” I groan. “You’re taking me so well.”
She gets me almost to the edge before Dredyn pulls her off of my cock and onto Jasper’s. His breath hitches as Mara takes him into her throat while her hands pump both me and Dredyn.
“I’m going to baptize you in our filth. Then you’ll really be ruined, won’t you?”
We take over, each of us jerking our cocks while she kneels there, looking up with wet eyes and spit-slick lips.
