Morning light spilled through the heavy velvet curtains, casting warm golden stripes across the massive bed.
I stirred, my sore muscles aching pleasantly from the night before.
Vin’s thick arm was draped heavily over my waist, locking me against his hard chest, while Shawn’s leg was hooked over mine.
I tried to slide out from under Vin’s weight, but his arm tightened instantly, pulling me back against his heat.
“Where do you think you’re going?” a smooth voice purred from the edge of the room.
Lucian stood near the window, already fully dressed in a dark, custom-tailored charcoal suit.
He set down a cup of black coffee on the nightstand and walked over to the bed.
He looked down at my bare shoulder, his slate eyes dark with appreciation.
“Conrad will be looking for me,” I whispered, my voice still raspy.
“Conrad doesn’t own your morning anymore,” Lucian said, reaching down to toss a box onto the mattress.
“Put that on.
You’re coming downstairs with us.” I opened the box.
Inside was a sleek, deep emerald silk dress.
It wasn’t a servant’s uniform.
It was expensive, revealing, and fit like liquid gold when I pulled it over my bare skin, clinging to every curve of my hips and chest without needing a bra.
Ten minutes later, the three of them escorted me down the grand staircase.
Conrad was waiting in the dining room, but he wasn’t alone.
Sitting across from him at the long table was Arthur Sterling, a sleazy, aging financier known for predatory loans.
Conrad looked pale, his eyes bloodshot, desperate to find an escape hatch from Lucian’s financial stranglehold.
The moment we entered, Conrad’s jaw tightened.
His eyes flicked from Lucian to the expensive dress clinging to my body.
“Lyra,” Conrad barked, trying to assert his authority in front of his guest.
“Pour Mr.
Sterling some coffee.
And sit next to him.
We were just discussing terms for a short-term bridge loan.” Arthur Sterling leaned back, his greasy eyes sliding over the thin silk of my dress, lingering on my bare shoulders and the hard peaks of my breasts clearly outlined under the fabric.
“Well, Conrad,” Sterling sneered, a filthy smile touching his lips.
“I didn’t know your stepsister was so accommodating.
Maybe we can work something out.” A cold rage flared in my chest, but before I could step back, Vin moved.
The floorboards groaned under Vin’s weight as he stepped directly into Sterling’s line of sight, blocking the old man’s view of me completely.
Vin’s dark eyes fixed on Sterling with a lethal, silent threat that made the older man visibly swallow his smile.
“She doesn’t pour coffee for guests,” Shawn said lazily, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets.
“And she certainly doesn’t sit with trash.” “She is my stepsister!” Conrad snapped, standing up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the floor.
“She resides in my house!” “This isn’t your house,” Lucian said coldly.
He walked right past Conrad, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me toward the private study adjoined to the dining room.
“And Lyra belongs strictly to us.” Before Conrad or Sterling could protest, Lucian hauled me into the private study and slammed the heavy oak door.
Vin stepped in right behind us, turning the brass lock with a heavy click, while Shawn closed the velvet curtains, blocking out the morning sun.
“Lucian, what are you doing?” I gasped, my back hitting the dark wood of the side desk.
“Conrad is right outside!” “Let him listen,” Lucian growled.
He stepped between my thighs, grabbing the hem of my emerald silk dress and bunching it up to my waist in one swift motion.
The cool air touched my bare thighs, completely exposed since I wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath the silk.
Shawn glided up beside us, his fingers digging into my jaw to force my head back.
He pressed his mouth over mine, taking my lips in a deep, wet kiss that choked off my gasp.
His tongue stroked mine ruthlessly, while his hand slid down my chest, gripping my bare breast through the thin silk and pinching the hardened peak until a muffled moan tore from my throat.
Behind me, Vin’s large hands cupped my rear, lifting my hips up onto the edge of the desk.
He didn’t bother unbuttoning his trousers completely, just freeing his thick, erect shaft and driving himself straight into my wet, swollen heat with a single, deep thrust.
“Ah!” I cried out into Shawn’s mouth, my hips arching off the desk as Vin filled me to the brim.
My inner walls clamped tight around Vin’s thick head, slick and hot from the memory of the night before.
Vin let out a dark, guttural growl against my ear, his fingers digging into my flesh as he established a brutal, rhythmic pace, pounding his pelvis hard against my rear.
Every hit made the heavy desk creak against the floorboards.
In the adjoining dining room, Conrad and Sterling were only a thin wooden door away, but the knowledge that they could hear every slap of skin only made my body burn hotter.
Lucian leaned down, his grey eyes wild with intense possession.
He reached between us, his thumb finding my drenched clitoris and pressing down hard, rubbing in tight, punishing circles while Vin slammed into me from behind.
“Look at you,” Lucian rasped against my throat, biting down on my collarbone until I whimpered.
“Dressed in silk, taking Vin on your stepbrother’s desk while he sits outside broke and helpless.” “Lucian…
please!” I sobbed, my hands clutching Shawn’s shoulders for leverage as the intense double stimulation drove me straight toward the edge.
Shawn pulled his lips from mine, trailing wet kisses down my neck to my chest, taking my hard nipple into his mouth right through the damp silk of my dress.
He sucked hard, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pure electricity straight down to my pulsing core.
Vin’s thrusts grew faster, deeper, his breath hot and ragged against my shoulder.
“Mine,” he grunted, his large hand reaching around to grip my hip, anchoring me as he buried himself to the hilt over and over.
“You’re ours, Lyra.” “Yes!” I screamed out, unable to hold back as the violent peak crashed over me.
My body convulsed around Vin’s thick length, my inner muscles pulsing wildly, milking him through his own heavy finish.
Vin groaned deeply, thrusting hard two more times before flooding my womb with his heat, holding me pinned against his chest as I trembled uncontrollably.
Shawn kept his mouth on mine, drinking in my whimpering breaths until the wild spasms slowly subsided.
Lucian pulled his wet fingers from between my legs and brought them to my lips, forcing me to lick them clean while his grey eyes burned into mine.
When Vin slowly withdrew, my legs felt like lead.
Lucian smoothed down my silk dress, hiding my flushed, slick skin beneath the expensive fabric.
He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a heavy set of brass keys, the master key ring Conrad used to carry everywhere.
Lucian dangled the keys right in front of my face, a dark, victorious smile touching his lips.
“Conrad just surrendered his master set to secure his meeting,” Lucian whispered into my ear, his breath hot and intoxicating.
“Which means every single lock in this house now answers to me.” My heart did a violent flip in my chest.
The key to the bottom desk drawer was sitting right in Lucian’s hand.