Page 108 of Knuckles & Knives

Axel and Kieran take me next—Axel flipping me on top of him, bouncing me on his cock while Kieran kneels behind me and stretches me open all over again. His fingers grip my hips, bruising, grounding.

“More,” I whisper. “Please.”

“Greedy little queen,” Kieran rasps, and then he’s pushing in beside Axel—double penetration again but different, somehow filthier. Completely overwhelmed, I cling to Axel.

They don’t stop until I’m begging them to.

We collapse in a pile of sweat and limbs and breathless satisfaction, but even then, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Dom kisses my thigh.

Kieran licks my pulse point.

Marcus brushes sweat-soaked hair from my forehead and murmurs, “You’re everything.”

Axel chuckles and says, “You’re going to be sore for days. That’s how you know it was good.”

I smile, dazed and aching and utterly adored.

We’re not just a unit. We’re an empire.

An empire built not just on strategy and grit.

But on sweat. On sin. On love that burns so bright it blisters.

No one will ever stand a chance against us.

“No regrets?” I ask quietly.

“None,” Dom says immediately, his arm tightening around all of us with possessive satisfaction.

“Best decision I’ve ever made,” Kieran adds, his usual composure softened by post-intimacy contentment.

“Most interesting experiment in applied psychology I’ve ever participated in,” Marcus observes with dry humor that makes us all laugh.

“Fucking perfect,” Axel concludes with characteristic bluntness, his wild grin visible even in the dim light.

“Good,” I say, settling deeper into our collective embrace. “Because tomorrow we start building something that’s never existed before.”

“Which is?” Dom asks.

“A criminal empire transformed into a community development organization,” I explain. “Legitimate businesses that strengthen neighborhoods instead of exploiting them. Political influence used to advocate for systemic change rather than personal advantage. Resources dedicated to breaking cycles of poverty and violence instead of perpetuating them.”

“Ambitious,” Kieran observes.

“Necessary,” I reply. “The old ways—fear, violence, exploitation—they’re unsustainable. They create the conditions for betrayal and collapse. What we’re building will last because it’s based on genuine benefit rather than artificial scarcity.”

“And if people don’t understand what we’re trying to do?” Marcus asks.

“Then we prove it through results,” I say. “Safer neighborhoods, better schools, economic opportunities that don’t require criminal activity. Success that speaks for itself.”

“The Vincent Blackwood approach,” Axel says with dark humor, “but without the murder and intimidation.”

“The Raven Blackwood approach,” I correct. “Built on everything good about my father’s vision while eliminating everything that made it unsustainable.”

“Our approach,” Dom corrects gently. “Built by all of us, together.”

“Our approach,” I agree, feeling the truth of it settle into my bones like certainty.