The silver wire dangled between Lucian’s long fingers, catching the dim golden light from the bedside lamp.
My throat went completely dry.
My pulse, which had just begun to settle from the wild high of his touch, spiked right back up into my throat.
“I’m waiting, Lyra,” Lucian whispered, his tone cold and deceptively gentle.
Beside me, Vin shifted his massive weight, his dark eyes narrowing as he looked down at the tiny piece of metal.
Shawn leaned over the edge of the mattress, his dangerous smirk vanishing as his eyes locked onto my pale, sweating face.
“I…
I was trying to open the top drawer,” I stammered, my voice trembling as I tried to pull the white sheet over my exposed chest.
Lucian grabbed the edge of the linen, pulling it down to my waist without effort, leaving my flushed skin exposed to their dark gazes.
“Why?” Lucian asked.
His free hand reached out, his thumb pressing hard against my lower lip.
“What is inside Conrad’s desk that requires a lockpick?” I had to give them something.
If I told them about the toxicology file, Conrad would find out, and he would burn the original documents before I could use them in court.
“My passport,” I choked out, forcing tears of frustration into my eyes.
“My mother’s gold locket and my passport.
Conrad locked them in his desk three years ago so I couldn’t leave the state.
I wanted to take them and run away.” Shawn let out a low, dark chuckle, though there was no humor in his eyes.
“You wanted to run?” “I hate him,” I sobbed, the hatred for Conrad at least being entirely genuine.
“He keeps me like a prisoner.
I wanted my documents so I could get on a bus and disappear forever.” Lucian stared at me for three long, agonizing seconds.
He searched my face, looking for any sign of a lie, before he tossed the silver wire onto the nightstand with a soft metallic clink.
“You aren’t running anywhere,” Lucian growled.
His grey eyes darkened into a tempest of pure, unhinged possession.
“You belong to us now, Lyra.
If you want something out of that desk, we take it for you.
But trying to run behind our backs?
That requires discipline.” Before I could pull back, Vin grabbed both of my wrists in one massive hand, pinning them firmly above my head against the wooden headboard.
His chest pressed flat against my back as he flipped me over onto my stomach, forcing my knees up and arching my hips into the air.
“Vin, wait,” I gasped, the cool air hitting my bare skin as my dress was shoved up to my waist.
“Stay still,” Vin rumbled against my ear.
His teeth nipped the sensitive skin where my shoulder met my neck, making my body jump violently.
He spread my thighs wide with his heavy knee, driving himself flush against my bare center.
Shawn slid onto the bed in front of me, grabbing my hair gently to tilt my face up.
He brought his mouth down on mine, his tongue invading deeply, choking off my whimpers while his fingers gripped my jaw.
I groaned into his throat as his hand slid down between us, his wet fingers rubbing hard against my swollen clitoris.
Lucian knelt behind Vin, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me tight against Vin’s solid frame.
“Look at her, Shawn,” Lucian rasped, his eyes burning with dark lust as he watched my body arch helplessly.
“She thinks she can escape us.” Vin didn’t use restraint.
He entered me in one smooth, powerful thrust, filling me so completely that a loud, helpless cry echoed in the quiet bedroom.
My walls clamped tight around his thick length, slick and swollen from the pleasure they had given me moments before.
“So tight,” Vin grunted into my back, his broad hands digging into my hips as he established a deep, ruthless rhythm.
Every hit of his pelvis against my rear sent shockwaves straight up my spine, making my skin flush hot.
Shawn kept his mouth locked on mine, swallowing my desperate moans as his fingers worked my swollen peak in time with Vin’s thrusts.
The dual sensation was overwhelming, dirty, and utterly intoxicating.
I was completely trapped between them, my wrists held high by Vin’s iron grip, my mouth claimed by Shawn, while Lucian’s hands rubbed up my spine, tracing every rib with intense possessiveness.
“Fuck, Lyra,” Shawn rasped, breaking the kiss to look down at my dazed, flushed face.
His dark eyes were wild with heat.
He slipped two fingers into my mouth, letting me suck on them while his other hand stroked my chest, twisting my hardened nipple until I bucked wildly against Vin.
Vin’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his heavy body pounding into mine with relentless force.
“You’re ours,” Vin growled in my ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“Say it.
You’re never leaving this house.” “I’m yours!” I cried out, my voice breaking as the intense friction built to an unbearable peak.
“Vin, please!” Lucian leaned over Vin’s shoulder, his fingers hooking under my chin, forcing me to look at him as Vin drove deep inside me one last time.
“Look at me when you spill for us,” Lucian commanded.
The sheer visual dominance broke my last thread of control.
My body exploded into a violent, shaking climax.
My internal muscles pulsed wildly around Vin’s shaft, milking him through his own explosive finish.
Vin let out a low, guttural roar into my shoulder, burying himself as deep as he could go while my entire body trembled against the sheets.
Shawn pulled his fingers from my mouth and lowered his head, capturing my breathless lips in a slow, deep kiss as the violent waves of pleasure rolled through me.
Vin slowly pulled out of me, letting my legs collapse onto the soft mattress.
My chest heaved as I lay there, completely spent, my skin glistening with sweat in the quiet room.
Lucian pulled me back against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, while Vin lay behind me, burying his face in my damp hair.
Shawn curled around my front, his hand resting possessively over my bare hip, his fingers tracing small circles on my skin.
I was completely surrounded by them, locked in a cage of warm muscle and heavy breathing.
My mind was still spinning from the explosive heat, but cold reality slowly crept back into my thoughts.
I had lied about the passport, and they had believed it.
But now, I was under total, inescapable watch.
Lucian held me tight against his heart, his warm breath fanning across my forehead as he whispered into the dark night.
“Tomorrow, we start auditing Conrad’s files,” Lucian murmured, his tone firm and absolute.
“And you won’t leave our sight for a single second.” I closed my eyes, my fingers clutching Shawn’s arm as I pretended to sleep.
I was safer from Conrad than I had ever been, but the medical ledger proving my mother’s murder was still sitting in that desk drawer.
I needed to reach it before Conrad realized his financial empire was collapsing, or the proof would be lost forever.