“A dress,” I say, frowning, looking down at my dress.
“Underneath your dress. What are you wearing underneath your dress, Clover?”
My underwear?
“That is none of your business. And if you must know, it’s called ladies’ underwear.”
The atmosphere changes again. I feel as if I’m in danger, as if I’m going to be consumed by the sheer virility of these men, and there will be nothing left of me when they’re done.
Yeah, I’m not sticking around for them.
“You three have lost the plot,” I murmur and turn. Oh right, I was making my grand exit off the island, so I start to head in the direction of my room.
“Take your dress off, Clover,” Kellan says, his voice husky and soft.
I spin around and face them. They want me to take off my dress so they can see my underwear. Great. Maybe they’ll like another chance to tell me no, thank you, all over again. Will they even know it was the same set I wore that night? I doubt it.
Fine, they can have at it.
“Do you know how I got here in the first place?” I take a deep, fortifying breath because this is going to be a long one.
“I broke into your penthouse, yes, yes, I did,” I say as I bunch up the dress in my hands and pull it off me, leaving me in the dreaded red underwear set.
“I have the code to get into your building, into your elevator, into your apartment. You knew I had it. You didn’t change it, so that’s your fault.”
Part one out of the way. I wish I weren’t nearly naked for this, but whatever.
“Do you know what I did after I broke into your apartment? I stole all your boxers. Yes, those bespoke ones, the only kind in the world.”
“We know,” Nolan says, and throws me off track. Of course, they know. Alessia called it. But it doesn’t matter. The why is more important.
“Well, then, I signed them with your name, opened a virtual store, and sold them to your adoring fans. They were sellinglike hotcakes. I used the money I made from selling the stolen goods to book myself this reclaiming vacation. Why?” I may be sounding a tad hysterical now, but who cares? Not me.
“I needed to reclaim myself, my broken heart, because you three bozos are dating the world’s most beautiful women, and you just don’t like me the way I like—”
I don’t get to say anything more.
My world spins upside down as they grab me, cup my face, and kiss me until I’m crying. I have no idea what’s happening, but my body doesn’t care.
I get hot and wet, soaking my panties while my nipples strain against the bra.
“Fuck, Clover. It’s always been you,” Nolan says, raining kisses down my face. “No one else. We’re not fucking dating anyone. You corrupted us.”
“Always only you,” Oren says, and does the same. “These,” he adds, running a finger down my breast, over my nipple, to the waistband of my panties, making me shudder, “tiny scraps of material have been burned into our minds. See you in them now… Fuck. Nothing can stop us now.”
“I don’t understand,” I say, pushing them away. I need to know exactly what they’re saying.
“We tried for years not to break the code we have with your brother. You didn’t make it easy, Clover. So now you’re ours. Ours. Every fucking gorgeous inch of you is ours. Forever,” Kellan growls as he picks me up and places me on the bed.
I can’t believe this is happening. My brain can’t comprehend, but again, my body is having the time of her life.
Chapter Eleven
Clover
I’m losing my mind and clutch desperately at the bedcovers, utterly naked after they took forever to remove my underwear, nibbling on the skin they exposed.
Stars glitter behind closed eyes. My body is molten hot as they eat from me. Kellan. Nolan. Oren.
