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T he three of us make it up to our apartment above the studio and Kieran heads to the kitchen to start making the coffee while Alex and I stand around the living room in silence. Her eyes dart over every inch of the space as she takes it all in.

“Nice place. It’s um… very American Psycho,” she mumbles, and I can hear her nerves riding her words as she speaks. “Thanks,” I say, looking around the apartment with amused pride. Kieran and I spent the last two years gutting and remodeling this place before decorating it to our liking.

We wanted a moody, modern space that would cater to both our personal taste. Kieran is the neat freak, so he opted for clean lines and sleek furniture. He picked out most of the décor in the shared spaces while I made most of the architectural choices and the paint color.

Our apartment boasts rich dark brown walls with polished concrete floors and recessed LED strips placed strategically to warm up our otherwise dark space.

Kieran and I hate bright overhead lighting, so we opted for mood lighting all over.

The massive black leather sectional and live edge coffee table has to be my favorite pieces in the entire apartment.

Alex steps out onto the balcony in silence and I join Kieran in the kitchen. “Need a hand?” I ask, brushing my fingers over his back as he stirs cream into the coffee. “Nope, all good,” he hums, and I notice a hint of nervousness in his tone.

I lift my hand to the back of his neck and squeeze as I turn him to face me. His face is flushed as he blinks at me, frequently glancing at the glass door leading to the balcony where Alex is staring off into the night. “What is it, Darlin’?” I ask as he visibly swallows.

“I… We are alone. The three of us. She’s in our apartment,” Kieran stammers and I lean closer until my lips almost touch his. “Hmm, my Darlin’ wants to fuck her again. Doesn’t he?”

He clears his throat, giving Alex another quick glimpse before returning those heated green eyes to mine. Nodding, he takes a deep breath but before he can say anything, I pull him in for a kiss.

“Did you think I’d be jealous? You’re fucking irresistible when you look nervous,” I whisper against his mouth before giving him a quick nip on his lower lip.

Kieran’s eyes widen in surprise as I pull away from the kiss, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips. He swallows hard, clearly caught off guard. “No, I just… wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it,” he admits, his voice a mix of nerves and desire.

I chuckle softly, running a hand through his hair as I draw him closer. “We can do whatever we want. As long as we’re both into it, I don’t give a shit who you want to fuck,” I reassure him.

Kieran nods, his gaze softening as he looks into my eyes. “I know, I wasn’t expecting this,” he confesses.

We both glance over at Alex standing on the balcony, her silhouette framed by the city lights in the distance. She turns to look back at us, a small smile playing on her lips when she spots the steamy cups Kieran is setting on the coffee table.

We all sit down on the large sectional, the comforting scent of coffee and the soft hum of the city outside help to ease any lingering nerves from Kieran, but Alex is a different story.

Kieran hands Alex her cup, and she takes a small sip, while eyeing us. “You guys make quite the pair,” she says, a contradicting mix of sadness and what sounds like admiration in her voice.

“Thanks,” I say, brushing my hand over Kieran’s knee. “I suppose we have you to thank for that, Dove.”

Alex chokes on her coffee and coughs a few times before she sets down the cup, watching me with terror and guilt in those pretty doe eyes. “Fuck. Sorry. I—Um…” she stutters as she scrambles to her feet. “Sit. Down,” I order, not looking at her as I take a calm sip from my cup.

Kieran grows tense beside me, and Alex slowly lowers herself onto her seat on the couch again.

I can almost smell her fearful confusion in the air.

“Fintan,” she starts, her voice has a slight shake to it, but it disappears quickly.

“I have apologized for what I did. I’d like to leave now. Thank you for the coff—”

“I know. I have an idea of how we can even the playing field. If you’re willing to hear me out, that is,” I say, cutting her off. She watches us both intently as she waits for me to continue, not saying a word. Kieran shifts in his seat and leans back with a smirk ghosting his lips.

He knows what I’m about to propose and fuck he looks as ravenous as I feel.

“I think we should fuck,” I say pointblank. Alex’s mouth pops open. Shock and confusion cloud her features. “Oh. Come now, Dove. I know you can feel the tension between the three of us. Hell, I can practically see your delicious thoughts playing in your eyes like a movie.”

Aww, she looks like a deer caught in headlights as she stares at me.

She swallows and dips her head slightly in response while gnawing on her bottom lip. Her eyes are dark, mirroring the hunger reflected in mine as well as Kieran’s as she shifts on the couch and crosses her legs as if to hide the wetness I know is suddenly present between them.

I know that look on her face all too well. She’s horny and considering my proposal. Good. She can be our little slut until we fuck her out of our systems.

“Follow me,” Kieran says with a deep tone of confidence as he gets up and starts toward the hallway. She sits for a moment longer, eyeing us warily before blowing out a hesitant breath and straightening off her seat to do as Kieran asks.

Maybe she is too scared to disobey or to insist on leaving but she’s still a good girl for us.

As she nears Kieran in the hallway, I clear my throat as I follow behind her in the narrow space. “Hmm, no. I want you to crawl for us,” I purr. She spins around with a look that screams: “you can’t be serious.”

Stepping up to her, looking down into those wide hazel eyes, I lift my hand to her head. “On. Your. Knees,” I say, pushing her down and she lowers onto the floor without breaking eye contact.

She has that bratty, defiant look in her eyes that signals she is probably going to turn the tables on us if we give her the opportunity. The nervous energy she was emitting mere minutes ago is replaced by a fire that heats every nerve in my body.

I love that look. Fuck, I need her mouth on me.

As soon as I take a step back, she turns and starts crawling down the hallway, following Kieran all the way to my bedroom on her hands and knees.

Her ass looks otherworldly as she moves, giving me the perfect view as I stalk behind her.

I want to sink my teeth into her flesh and hear her sing for me.

I watch her hips sway as we make it into my room and my cock throbs with anticipation. She’s playing her part so well, her subservience albeit reluctant, an aphrodisiac that courses through my veins, fueling my hunger for her.

“Are you ready for us?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous, my hands itching to explore her body.

“Yes, pets,” she whispers in that bratty tone with her lips curved into a daring smirk as she looks up at both of us when I step beside Kieran.

Kieran steps forward, his eyes locked on hers. “Clothes off. Get on the bed. Show us how much you want this.”

Her cheeks flush and without hesitation, straightens off the floor and moves toward the bed while she takes off each item of clothing and letting them fall in her wake.

Moments later, she settles onto my bed. On her hands and knees like our personal toy. Her ass is in the air, her pussy glistening. Her body is a canvas, and I can’t wait to paint her with blood and cum.

I move closer, kneeling next to her on the mattress with my breath hot against her skin.

“Are you religious, Little Dove?” I whisper, my hand tracing the curve of her hip.

“No, why?” she asks and confusion draws her brows together.

“You let my demons out to play when you kept us in that fucking basement, Dove. Not even God himself will be able to save your soul after the way I intend to dirty you.”

“God won’t listen when you call for help, baby. You worship us now,” Kieran growls beside me. “We are the demons you made. Born in your fucking basement and I can’t wait to get reacquainted with our fucked-up little creator.”

“I’m not scared or ashamed of the things I’ve done.

Drag me down, pets. The devil knows me well,” she says in a lustful tone but I know it’s a lie.

She has had guilt burned into her features since the day she let us go.

Despite her lust-fueled dishonesty, her words only fuel the inferno blazing in my veins as I strip off my pants.

“Nor am I afraid of the things I will do with you both,” she hisses, her eyes shining with malicious anticipation.

Reaching back, she takes my hand and slides it between her thighs, guiding it towards her wet, throbbing cunt. A growl claws from my throat at her sudden boldness; as if trying to prove something to herself.

There is no innocence left behind those eyes and I fucking crave her sin.

I grip her hips, turning her backside toward me and thrust inside of her. She lets out a low, guttural moan that reverberates through the room. Kieran’s eyes are locked onto her every expression as he moves to face her on the bed, his breaths coming out in a similar jagged rhythm to hers.

I can see the devious smile that plays on his lips, a testament to the darkness we share. I fuck her harder and her whimpers morph into loud shameless moans, a chorus of prayer and blasphemy.

“God must be weeping, seeing your pleasure and pain meld into one for the devils you worship now,” Kieran purrs, his lips brushing against her neck. His voice is a seductive echo of our desires.

Kieran pulls his cock from his jeans and his free hands grips her hair. His fingers tangling in the strands, eliciting desperate, breathless murmurs. Each movement is calculated, a dance of violence and tenderness that leaves the three of us with a hunger that might never be satiated.

He slides his cock into her mouth, our thrusts are relentless and violent as we share the woman who brought us closer than ever. She gags on him, his cock trapping moans in her throat as he fucks her pretty little mouth.

Her body trembles, and her nails dig into the mattress as we push her to the brink of ecstasy. I feel her body tense, her muscles clenching around my length in a way that sends a shudder through me. I thrust harder, desperate to feel her orgasm as it rips through her body.