The gavel dropped, the crack echoing through the curved hall.
But Lena’s eyes were still fixed on the two men sitting in the front row.
How was it possible that there were three Jaxs?
Three different men with the exact same face?
No. Fucking.
Way.
The hall was still buzzing with low murmurs but the hammering of Lena’s heart against her ribcage was the loudest thing in her ears.
A strong hand gripped her arm and pulled her forward onto the stage before she could even register what was happening.
Jax stood at the center, still naked, while Lena remained frozen under the spotlight, skin prickling from the weight of every gaze in the room.
Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks from the cool air but sweat glistened along her collarbones and slid down the valley between her breasts.
“Looks like the brat belongs to me for a week.” Jax’s voice cut through the murmurs, low enough that only she could hear.
He came behind her.
“The strip wasn’t enough for you, was it? You had to push it further.”
Lena fought not to close her eyes at the warmth of his breath against her ear and the press of his cock just above her ass.
“You cheated.”
His chuckle startled her.
He pulled her back roughly against him.
“Rules were never stated in our little deal. Plus, nobody stopped you from doing the same thing.”
Lena swallowed.
“I can feel how hot and bothered you are.” His lips brushed her earlobe.
“Are you, Lena? Hot and bothered?”
She couldn’t find the words.
Her breath hitched and her lips parted.
Jax made a hand signal to someone.
Two stagehands wheeled out a sturdy ottoman and a large black box from backstage.
Looking around, Lena realized only the three brothers, about fifteen VIPs, a few stagehands, and remaining staff were left.
Glinda was nowhere.
She turned back to meet Jax’s dark eyes.
“Rules are simple. Your body is mine for seven days. No safe words. No running.”
The other two were already climbing the stage.
“I agreed to only you. I didn’t agree to your brothers, or to be watched by these people,” Lena said and got a slow grin from Jax.
“My exact words were your body would be mine to use. I didn’t specify how many hands or eyes. Or cocks.”
“I—”
“You walked into the bet yourself.” Cassian, the one softer around the middle with a double chin, stepped closer.
“Or are you too scared to handle three men?”
Lena’s eyes flashed.
She folded her arms, a small smile pulling at her lips.
“That’s if you three even know how to fuck a woman right.”
Ronan, still in his hat, chuckled low.
“You have no fucking idea.”
“You’ll learn to appreciate every inch of us,” Jax murmured, his voice rough.
He slid one hand down her side, feeling her pulse rapid beneath her skin, then cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Her spine arched sharply against her will.
“Jax—” Her voice came out breathless.
When Jax stepped away, Cassian moved in front of her.
He lifted her chin with a calloused finger, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“Look at me, Lena. See how much you want this, even if you won’t admit it.” His other hand slid down her thigh and she shivered.
Ronan stepped forward and placed a warm, steady palm on her lower back.
He leaned in, breath tickling her ear.
“Relax,” he whispered, “or we’ll make you beg for it.” His finger traced the line of her spine, raising a ripple of goosebumps across her skin.
Jax’s hand slipped beneath her core which was already glistening despite her resistance.
“Beautiful,” he growled.
He moved to the black box, poured a generous amount of citrus-and-musk oil onto his palms, and walked back to stand behind her.
His slicked fingers slid between her lips.
“Ah!” She gasped as his fingers penetrated her, curling and stroking with deliberate precision.
Her walls clenched around him.
Cassian watched with his cock already straining, then stepped closer and squeezed her breast harder, pulling a moan from her throat that she tried to swallow.
Ronan slipped his hand under her chin, tilting her face up to capture her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss.
His tongue invaded, tasting her completely.
Down the stage, the fifteen VIPs shifted in their seats, hungry for the show they had been promised.
Lena could have sworn she saw a few cocks being stroked down there.
Jax moved first, crowding Lena until her back met the edge of the ottoman.
He flipped the lid of the black box open, revealing silicone dildos of varying sizes, a stainless steel speculum, nipple clamps connected by a thin chain, a small vial of oil, leather cuffs, a riding crop, and a coiled rope.
Lena’s stomach flipped.
An involuntary gasp escaped her lips.
Jax grabbed her hips and spun her around, bending her forward over the padded surface.
Her ass lifted and her cheeks parted slightly, revealing the tight ring of muscle from weeks of anal training.
His fingers slid between her cheeks and met unexpected slick resistance.
He stilled, then let out a filthy, surprised laugh.
“Well, well. Someone’s been stretching this little hole.” He pressed one thick finger inside without warning, feeling how easily it accepted him.
“You prepped for this, didn’t you? Saving it for someone. Guess that someone is now me.”
Lena’s breath caught as he withdrew and replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock.
“Jax, no— Alex—”
He pushed in, first a fraction, then drove deeper in one deliberate thrust.
“Fuck you!”
“Really?” He chuckled as he started moving.
“Who’s fucking who now?”
He set a punishing rhythm.
The stretch burned hot and Lena’s fingers clawed at the leather ottoman, her back arching as her body fought to adjust.
“Ohhh god… fuck… ahhh….Jax…”
Jax groaned behind her, hips flush against her cheeks.
“Uhhh… yeah… fuck it… ohhhh…” Lena moaned, breasts pressing painfully against the leather with each thrust.
But the pain only heightened the pleasure building in her.
Cassian moved in front of her, cock already out and stroking.
He gripped her hair and pulled her head up.
“Open.” Her lips parted on instinct and he pushed inside.
The taste of him was heavy on her tongue.
Ronan, hat now off, reached beneath her to pinch and roll her nipples, tugging until she moaned around the cock in her mouth.
“Mmph…” She gagged as Jax kept driving into her ass, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
“You feel that?” Jax growled.
“That’s what you get for thinking you could win against me.” He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles, forcing her body to respond even as her mind reeled.
Cassian thrust deeper into her throat, saliva dripping from her chin.
He gripped her hair tighter and leaned down to her ear.
“Jax used to let us watch your face whenever he fucked you. We’ve wanted this for a long time.” He chuckled.
“Imagine our joy when he told us we could finally get a taste… and make millions by letting these greedy vips watch us get a taste ha ha.”
The words hit Lena like ice water.
The bet had been rigged from the start.
Jax had engineered everything, the challenge, the auction, all of it, and charged each of the watching VIPs seventy-five thousand dollars to watch the woman who had turned them down for years get used exactly as promised.
Her body betrayed her anyway.
When Jax angled his thrusts to hit a sensitive spot inside her, a reluctant moan vibrated around Cassian’s cock.
Cassian withdrew, leaving her throat sore as she coughed and swallowed his cum.
“Good girl,” he winked, stepping aside for Ronan.
“My turn, Lena.” Ronan grabbed her chin and pushed his cock inside without letting her recover.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
Her vision blurred.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” Jax’s pace turned brutal.
He pounded deep and she clawed the ottoman for dear life.
He stilled, spilling heat inside her ass, then without pause withdrew and pushed into her pussy while Ronan forced her face back down onto his cock.
“Look at me when you suck it,” Ronan rasped.
Behind her, Jax’s thrusts were relentless.
“Ugh… ugh… ugh… take my dick, you bitch!” He tightened his grip on her hips because he wanted to make sure he left finger-shaped bruises.
In the front row, one of the VIPs let out a low growl as he stroked himself to release.
Ronan finally pulled out and spilled into his palm, then wiped the corner of her lips with his thumb before pressing a brief, possessive kiss to her mouth.
Jax withdrew abruptly and spanked her ass.
“What the hell?” Lena turned to look at him over her shoulder, breathing hard.
“I was just about to—”
“Patience, Lena.” He leaned over her back until his lips reached her ear.
“We’ve only just begun with you.”