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SIX

FARRON

CONVINCING

Day 453

I’m jolted out of my consuming thoughts of guilt when I feel Kenji’s hard body press firmly against my back as he steps closer, his warmth seeping into me. His left arm is in the sling pressed right up against me, while his right arm snakes its way over my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin before wrapping possessively around my neck. He doesn’t squeeze or apply too much pressure, but the firm feel of his hand sends a jolt of electricity through me, making my eyes flutter open before they fall shut again immediately. A shiver races down my spine as I feel the slight brush of his nose against my temple, followed by the soft touch of his lips on the shell of my ear.

“What are we going to do with you, Princess?” he breathes, his voice a low, seductive whisper that makes my heart race. I remain silent, the words caught in my throat, but my chest heaves with each ragged breath, betraying the effect he has on me. The anticipation coils tightly within me, every nerve in my body on alert as I lean into the heady mix of his touch and his presence.

The warm, comforting scent of cinnamon that I’ve come to associate with Kenji envelops me, mingling with the faint musk of his skin. I push myself back against him, craving more of his heat, more of his touch. My heart pounds in my chest, a wild drumbeat, racing as though it’s about to take flight.

After months of tension, months of this push and pull between us, Kenji is finally about to break. My body is a live wire, every sensation magnified, every touch sending shockwaves through me. The room around us fades into the background, and all I can focus on is the sensation of Kenji’s body against mine, the way his presence overwhelms me. I hope he breaks me too, shattering the barriers between us and unleashing the intensity we’ve both kept restrained for so long.

His fingers tighten just a fraction around my neck, sending pleasure coursing through me as I feel his breath hot and heavy against my ear. “You thought the worst, Princess, and you let your fear consume you,” he murmurs, his voice a blend of reproach and dark amusement.

“Maybe I haven’t given you every reason to trust me yet,” he continues, his tone softening slightly, “but what about your two sweet boys who have been following you around like puppy dogs for months?” He punctuates his question with the slow, deliberate brush of his lips against my throat, so soft I could almost believe I’m imagining it. The sensation is intoxicating and leaves my skin tingling in its wake. The reminder of Adrian and Theo, however, jolts me from my reverie as his words pierce through the fog of desire clouding my mind.

“Open your eyes,” Kenji commands, his voice like velvet against my skin. My eyes flutter open, and I find Adrian and Theo standing across from me, their gazes dark and hooded, watching us with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken even more. The sight of them, the way they’re looking at me, combined with the feel of Kenji behind me makes me feel like flames are licking my skin.

Kenji nudges me gently, his grip on my neck firm but gentle as his thumb brushes the skin there. “Go on,” he urges softly.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say, the words coming out breathless and almost sultry, an embarrassing betrayal from my own body at how this is all making me feel. Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly, and Theo’s lips curl into a small, knowing smile. Their reactions send a thrill through me, making me acutely aware of the dynamic between us right now. I feel like I’m at their mercy.

I want to be at their mercy.

I want them to show me how much they care for me, even after how mad I know I made them. I want them to punish me for this morning, I think. I want them to show me how crazy I drive them, how much they want me. I want everything they can give me right now, and the acknowledgement of my desire to surrender to them, knowing they'll take care of me, has my knees almost buckling.

Kenji’s hand slides from my neck to my shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. “That’s a good start,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear once more. “But I think they need a bit more convincing, don’t you?”

I nod immediately, feeling the warmth spread through my body at how Kenji seems to know what I need before I do. The temperature in the room seems to skyrocket at Kenji’s words, the air thick. My eyes dart between Adrian and Theo, both of their expressions heavy and hooded with desire.

Kenji’s hand around my throat shifts, his fingers trailing a path up to my jawline before gently twisting my chin to the side, guiding my gaze towards him. When my eyes meet his, I’m shocked at how dark they look. I take in the pure, unbridled hunger reflected back at me. The intensity of his stare sends another jolt of arousal through me, causing me to squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to ease the growing ache.

His eyes flick down to my lips and then back up to meet mine, the moment stretching out as if time itself has slowed. Finally, finally , Kenji lowers his head, his lips descending towards mine with speed and power that makes my breath catch.

When his lips finally meet mine, the kiss is explosive and demanding. It’s all consuming. Similar yet entirely different from our kiss earlier. His kiss feels like a storm at sea, each movement a wave pulling me deeper beneath the surface. I’m lost in the tempest of his passion, feeling the force of his desire dragging me under, threatening to drown me along with him. If this is how Kenji’s going to kiss me moving forward, he can drown me a thousand fucking times over.

Kenji pulls back slightly, his breath mingling with mine as he asks, “Are you going to be a good girl for us tonight?” His voice is a husky whisper filled with promise.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my voice trembling.

Kenji’s lips capture mine once more, but this time the kiss is soft and gentle, a tender contrast to the earlier intensity. The gentleness sends a different kind of shiver through me, one that speaks of unspoken promises and deeper connections. I gasp softly into Kenji’s mouth as I feel a second set of hands sliding up my sides.

When I break away from Kenji and open my eyes, I find Adrian in front of me, a smirk on his face as his hands continue to slowly roam my body. He leans in, his lips hovering just above mine, teasing me with his proximity.

“Enjoying yourself, Sunshine?” Adrian’s voice is a low, seductive purr, each word dripping with lust. “Are you happy to finally have Kenji be all yours?” His hands move with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of my waist before slipping around to rest on my lower back. The heat of his touch seeps through the fabric of my clothes, making me acutely aware of every inch of my skin.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hips beginning to shift, searching for some sort of relief against all of this tension. The room seems to pulse with the energy between all of us.

Adrian’s smirk widens at my response, his hands sliding up to cup my face gently. His thumbs brush against my cheeks, his touch both tender and possessive. He leans in closer, his breath warm against my lips as he speaks.

“You know, we’ve all been waiting for this moment,” he murmurs, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak. “Waiting for you to finally be ready to take this step with us.”

His words send a thrill through me, the reality of the situation sinking in. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, there’s a voice screaming at me that I should be nervous, that I’ve never been this vulnerable and exposed before with all three of them. I glance over at Theo, whose eyes are dark with hunger, his lips parted slightly as he watches us. The sight of him, combined with the feel of Adrian’s hands gently holding my face, Kenji’s hardness at my back, and the memory of Kenji’s kisses creates a heady mix of emotions that threatens to overwhelm me. I silently tell that voice in the back of my head to shut the fuck up.

“I don’t know if you’re ready, Sweetness,” Adrian whispers against my lips. “I love to take care of you, give you anything you deserve, to focus on you and your comfort and your pleasure…but Kenji? Our Kenji likes control. Over everything.” His words cause a physical shiver to take over my body. I love Theo's gentle and romantic side, and I adore Adrian's nurturing and generous nature. But the idea of Kenji dominating me, controlling me, telling me what to do? I feel like I’m going to combust.

The idea must make Kenji feel a similar way, because I feel his hands tighten against me, his grip on my hips hard enough that I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow morning. I want more. I want him to mark me all over, to claim me.

“Do you think you can handle that?” Adrian asks softly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation, his lips brushing softly against mine. “Can you handle giving up control, even just for tonight?”

“Yes,” I gasp out, surging forward to press my lips against Adrian’s. I hear Kenji groan behind me as he brings his hips forward into me, and I let out a pathetic, needy moan that Adrian swallows right up. My hands fist themselves in Adrian’s shirt, and my hips are circling now, moving in quick and abrupt movements as I search for anything to help relieve some of this pressure.

I whimper when Kenji squeezes my throat in warning, pulling me back further into him and away from Adrian, his tongue tracing my ear and working its way down my throat. “We’re using stop lights tonight, Princess. Green for good, yellow to slow down, and red to stop. Got it?”

“Yes,” I murmur, tilting my head so that my eyes can meet his. “I trust you.”

I watch as disbelief flits through his eyes—so quickly I almost miss it—before a smirk takes over his face, and he begins to lower his head again. His lips find the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, and he bites down, making me moan loudly. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his lips and tongue soothing the sting of his bite. “Just remember, we’re going to take care of you, yeah? All you have to do is follow my instructions.”

I nod, wanting nothing more than to just finally relinquish control for once, and just feel. I want to let go of everything and lose myself in these three men. I meant what I said to Kenji.

I trust him.

I trust all of them.

I want to show them that. To show them that, despite what happened this morning, I am all in. I do want this.

Kenji’s lips leave my throat for the first time in what feels like forever, leaving me feeling cold and bereft, if only for a moment, before his hand snakes into the hair at the base of my neck. He tightens his fingers in the strands and pulls, causing me to gasp before his lips claim mine again in a searing kiss.

“Princess,” he says when he finally pulls himself away from me, his voice deep and raspy. “On your knees.”