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Mia’s POV
Waking up in a tangle of limbs, silk sheets, and the lingering taste of last night’s sins… yeah, this was exactly how I liked it.
Sean’s arm was locked around my waist like he thought someone might steal me away overnight. Cute. Xavier’s breath stirred the strands of my hair as he shifted behind me, his leg hooked over mine. My body was bare under the covers, and not a single inch of me felt cold. I was tucked between two overprotective wolves like their personal treasure chest.
And I was a treasure. A spoiled, kissed, claimed one.
A knock at the door.
The scent of melted chocolate and fresh fruit reached me before the man himself did. Rolex walked in-confident, shirtless, and smug like sin had a face. He carried the tray like it was a throne offering, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes devoured me.
“Morning, sweetheart.” His voice was like a slow caress. “You must be starving after last night.”
I stretched, not to reach for the tray-but to tease. The sheet slipped down, revealing the top of my breasts, and all three men around me stirred like I’d just fired a gun.
“I might be.” My voice was thick with sleep and mischief. “But not for food.”
God, I loved this power. The way their eyes tracked every move I made. The way their bodies reacted, hardening, twitching, tightening… just because I existed.
“You’re evil,” Xavier mumbled against my shoulder, his hand slipping to my thigh. “Do you know that?”
“I’m aware,” I whispered.
Sean stirred beside me, jaw clenching. “Mia’s doing that thing again,” he growled. “This thing where you act like you don’t know we’d die to taste you again.”
That made me smirk. Because I did know.
Then the bathroom door opened-and Nathan stepped out like a walking temptation, water dripping off his skin, towel barely clinging to his hips. I tilted my head, watching the water trail down that perfect V-line.
“Speak of survival,” Nathan said as he walked out of the bathroom, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, droplets clinging to those carved abs like they belonged there.
“Out of ten, princess-how much do I score?”
I ran my eyes over him, slow and deliberate.
“Six,” I said, with a shrug, biting into a chocolate-dipped strawberry.
“Six?” he repeated, mock wounded. “Then I guess I’ll need to impress you better.” He stepped closer, towel shifting. “Want me to earn that ten, princess?”
Xavier let out a dark laugh. “Careful. She’ll make you beg for every point.”
Sean’s mouth brushed the shell of my ear. “And she loves every second of it.”
I did. Gods, I really did.
“I will.” His voice dropped lower. “Want me to start now?”
God, the way he said it… heat curled in my belly again. I had to bite my lip to stop from moaning. They had no idea what they did to me-or maybe they did, and that’s what made it better.
I reached for a strawberry and dipped it into the chocolate. Slow. Seductive. Purposeful.
Let them watch.
I bit into it, moaning just a little as the juice spilled over my tongue. Then I licked the chocolate from my lips, deliberately dragging my tongue across the corner of my mouth.
Sean cursed under his breath. “You want me to lose control?”
“I don’t want you to control it,” I whispered.
Xavier leaned down, dragging the sheet further off me. “You’re a siren.”
“I’m your ruin,” I corrected.
He chuckled, before lowering his head and kissing a path down my collarbone. “That too.”
Rolex moved closer, wiping the chocolate from my bottom lip with his thumb. His gaze dropped to my mouth.
“This mouth could end me,” he whispered.
“You’d die smiling,” I said, licking his thumb.
They all groaned.
Nathan knelt between my legs, voice rough. “Say the word, princess.”
I met his eyes. I want this. All of it. I want to be worshipped like the goddess I am.
“Eat,” I said. “Me.”
He didn’t hesitate. And gods, the way he touched me-like he was starved for something only I could give.
I felt Sean’s hands grip my waist, Xavier’s mouth at my breast, and Rolex pressing kisses to my throat.
Surrounded. Owned. Claimed.
Sean sat up slowly, jaw tightening. “You’ll be the death of us.”
I straddled him with a slow, deliberate motion, feeling his body harden beneath me. “Then die for me,” I whispered, curling my fingers behind his neck and guiding his mouth to my chest. “Happily.”
I didn’t lower myself onto him right away-I hovered, dragging my body along his, just enough to tease. His fingers dug into my hips as he groaned, the sound reverberating through his chest.
I rocked forward, guiding Sean deeper, inch by slow inch until he was buried inside me. A gasp escaped my lips-not from pain, but from the sweet, sharp pressure that stretched and filled me so perfectly I forgot how to breathe for a second.
God. Every time it felt like the first. Like claiming. Like conquering.
Sean cursed, his head falling back. “You feel… fuck, Mia.”
I rolled my hips with purpose, pressing both hands to his chest. “Don’t you dare finish before I say so.”
He growled. “You’re going to destroy me.”
“Then give me everything you have before I do.”
Behind me, Nathan moved closer, his hand sliding over my back, down my spine, trailing goosebumps in his wake. His voice was a low whisper against my ear. “Can I have you too?”
“You don’t have to ask,” I breathed. “Just take.”
And he did.
The pressure of him behind me made me bite my lip. The delicious tension as his body pressed against mine had my head spinning. It was sinful, it was maddening, and it was mine.
I looked up-Rolex’s eyes locked with mine, chest heaving, arousal written all over his face.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, voice firm. “But don’t come.”
He obeyed instantly, and God, it thrilled me. Watching him pump his length while I rode Sean and assh0le was fu8cked by Nathan, the pleasure mounting like fire beneath my skin-it was almost too much.
Almost.
Xavier crawled to the edge of the bed, stroking himself lazily, watching the show with a half-lidded gaze. “And me?” he murmured.
I reached for him, gripped him at the base, and pulled him toward me. “You know what I want.”
I lowered my mouth around him slowly, teasingly. The moan that tore from his throat was raw, guttural.
They were mine.
Every growl, every desperate breath, every tremble.
Sean’s hands clutched at my waist as I rode him harder. “You’re so damn tight.”
Nathan groaned behind me, voice shaking. “She’s going to break us.”
I already had. I just hadn’t let them realize it yet.
I hollowed my cheeks around Xavier, flicking my tongue in ways that made his hips jerk. Every inch of me moved in sync-grinding down onto Sean, pressing back into Nathan, taking Xavier deeper into my mouth, all while Rolex watched with that wild look that told me he was hanging by a thread.
I didn’t want tenderness. I wanted surrender. I wanted obedience. And I had it.
I felt it building-within me, around me, inside all of them. My name filled the air like a chant.
“Mia…”
“Mia…”
“Mia.”
It was music. A chorus of surrender.
And I let go.
I thought I knew what it felt like to be wanted.
I was wrong.
This-this was something else.
Worship. Obsession. Possession.
And all of it… mine.
My body still trembled from the last round, skin coated in sweat, slick, and breathless satisfaction. But I didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. Not when I could feel Xavier and Rolex pressing in behind me-two shadows of pure hunger.
I could hear it in their breathing.
Feel it in the tremble of the bed.
Sense it in the heat of their stares as they crawled forward like lions stalking prey they already owned.
Xavier brushed his lips against my neck, his voice low and dark. “Are you ready for us, Princess?”
I turned my head slowly, locking eyes with him and Rolex behind him.
“Am I ready?” I whispered. “I’ve never been more ready to be ruined.”
Rolex growled. “Say stop if it’s too much.”
I didn’t even blink. “I’ll say more.”
And then-they claimed me. Together.
Their bodies pressed against mine, slow and deliberate, like they wanted to savor the stretch, the heat, the reaction they knew they’d get from me. My back arched as my breath hitched, the sensation stealing the words from my throat.
Full.
So full I felt like I might shatter.
But I didn’t. I took it.
And I smiled.
“God, Mia…” Xavier groaned, his hands gripping my hips like I was the last thread holding him to reality.
“You feel us?” Rolex’s voice was shaking.
I could barely breathe. “Every. Inch.”
They moved-synchronized, slow at first, letting me feel everything. Each thrust was a collision of pleasure and fire, the pressure building in my core like lightning trapped in my skin.
Pain blurred into pleasure.
Pleasure blurred into power.
And through it all, I moaned their names like they were carved into my soul.
They were panting. Grunting. Whispering things I could barely process.
“Fuck, she’s taking it all-”
“She’s perfect-she was made for this-”
“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Their rhythm shifted-harder, faster, and somehow still controlled. Every movement sent sparks across my skin. My nails clawed at the sheets, gripping something, anything, to anchor myself as their bodies rocked mine like a storm.
And then-another voice.
Nathan.
He crawled over me from the side, cupping my jaw as he leaned close. “Princess,” he breathed, voice hoarse, “open that sweet mouth for me.”
I didn’t hesitate.
My lips parted, and he pressed himself in. Slowly. Teasingly.
Stretch. Heat. Submission.
I groaned, my throat humming around him as my tongue moved to please. My mouth had no choice but to obey, and I wanted to obey. Because this was mine too-my power being claimed willingly.
He moved slowly at first, like he didn’t want to break me.
But I wasn’t the one breaking.
Sean replaced him next, voice shaking with need. “I need to feel you, too.”
One after another. They took turns, using my mouth like it belonged to them-because it did. They moaned when I hollowed my cheeks. Shuddered when I took them deeper.
Xavier’s hands trembled against my hips. Rolex swore under his breath. Nathan clutched my jaw like he was holding himself together with me.
And Sean-Sean leaned down and whispered, “You were born to be worshipped like this.”
I moaned around him, eyes fluttering, body overloaded with sensation. Pleasure thrummed in every inch of me, pushed higher and higher like a wave I couldn’t escape. I didn’t want to.
My body wasn’t mine anymore-it was theirs. Their altar. Their sanctuary.
But I still led the prayer.
I shifted my hips, tightening around the men buried deep inside me. “I want you to break,” I choked out, voice ragged. “All of you.”
They did.
Together.
Groaning. Clenching. Crying out my name like it was salvation.
Their bodies jerked, their hands clutched at my skin, and I took all of it-every gasp, every tremble, every wild release.
My mouth was full of them.
My body was full of them.
And my heart?
My heart was drunk on the power of being theirs.
Xavier kissed the back of my neck.
Nathan buried his face in my hair.
Let the pleasure rip through me, chest arching, throat crying out, body trembling like a live wire as I shattered-again. And they followed, one by one, surrendering to me like I was the moon they orbited.
When the storm faded, I laid back in their arms, utterly satisfied.
“I should make you all beg next time,” I murmured.
Xavier nuzzled my hair. “We will.”
Sean groaned, “Gladly.”
Nathan chuckled. “We already do.”
And Rolex, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, whispered, “You really are our goddess.”
Damn right I am.