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R eaching down to squeeze her perfect breasts, her heart pounds in sync with ours, the waves of passion and desire rising to a fever pitch within her.

Fintan and I take turns, filling her in every possible way, exploring the darkest corners of her soul as we surrender to our every whim.

Fintan and I watch as she unravels, her orgasm is a beautiful testament to what we are together. My eyes are locked on hers as she looks up at me through her lashes and I pull her towards me, forcing her to take me deeper into her throat. Tears trail down her beautiful face as I claim her mouth.

I lift my gaze to Fintan’s as I feel my orgasm build at the base of my spine. I can see the primal hunger in his eyes, a hunger that matches my own, and I wonder if the three of us are bound together by more than just our trauma and lust.

I pull out of her mouth, nearly ready to coat her in my cum while Fintan still fucks her hard and fast. “Fuck, yes!” she screams, her voice echoing off the walls. “Fuck me harder, come for me!”

Fintan’s hips move in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. I can see the pleasure in his face, the way his eyes glaze over as he loses himself.

What an addicting view.

Fisting my cock, I stroke myself. Getting ready to fucking implode, I wait for the moment we all come together. “Fuuuck,” Fintan moans and the sound signals my release.

I paint her pretty face while Fintan pumps her sweet cunt full of cum. We punctuate the air with our growls and moans, our bodies tense and heated by the pleasures we inflict upon one another.

She rolls over onto her back, panting and writhing on the bed, I step off the side and move toward Fintan but before I can do anything, he grips the back of my neck and crashes his lips against mine.

I watch as they share a feverish kiss, their passion igniting my body with desire once more but the raw emotion in their embrace makes my heart ache.

I don’t know if I’ll ever find a love like that. I want that connection. I want them. But I’m the third wheel they’ll surely discard after they get their fill.

Can I forgive them for what they did to me?

Can they forgive me?

Memories of our first night together flood every dark corner of my mind and with it, Joel’s involvement with Hush. Kieran walks into the ensuite and moments later, the sound of rushing water filters through the bedroom.

Tears roll down my cheeks before I can stop them, a bittersweet mix of pride and longing. I sit up and hug my knees to my chest, trying to hide my storm of emotions. Fintan notices my sudden change in demeanor and saunters over, his signature smirk plastered across his handsome face.

Ugh, not now! I want to slap the smile from his face. Why did I stay after the coffee? God, what’s wrong with me?

He sits next to me and strokes my hair with a tenderness that feels fake. I want to swat his hand away, but the gentle motion only makes me cry harder. “What’s wrong, little Dove?” he purrs. I glare at him through blurry eyes. “This won’t end well.”

His smirk widens. “What? We’re just having fun,” he says. Sniffling, I swallow past the lump in my throat. “Is that what you think this is? Just fun?”

I take a deep breath as his smile fades in response to my question, “I have feelings for you. Both of you,” I force out, the words tasting like candy-coated acid. Bittersweet in its purest form.

He slips his hand under my chin, lifting my chin with a gentle firmness that makes my heart patter and when my eyes meet his haunting golden ones. I’m paralyzed.

“What’s wrong with that?” he prods. “You think that because this started out as a means for us to make money or the fact that you exacted revenge by torturing Kieran and me, that a bond can’t form between us? Baby, you can’t deny that the three of us just…work.”

Before I can say anything, he clears his throat and his nonchalant mask is back in place. “Don’t get me wrong, I despise you for what you did, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love making you scream or shamelessly come all over my cock.”

I move to stand in front of him, stunned for what feels like hours before I finally speak. “Relationships born from hate, mistrust and trauma never work and let’s not forget to add Hush to that equation. Joel might be part of it.”

“Relationship?” he snorts out a laugh. “Sure, you can call it that if you want.”

“Look, Dove, Hush is a separate issue for another day. Let’s figure this out first. We can’t afford you going off the walls and locking us in your basement again while you go up against Hush by yourself. We need to be on the same page here, so we don’t have problems while we work together.”

“Go fuck yourself, Fintan! You fucking kidnapped me first; I returned the favor. See. This . This is why this won’t work,” I growl, waving my hand between us while Kieran is blissfully unaware of the situation on the other side of the partially closed bathroom door.

“We fucked you on video for money without your knowledge, yes, but you did in fact consent to us kidnapping you. We’ve got proof, baby.

You, on the other hand, tortured us to your wicked little heart’s content,” he muses with a venomous tone and a deadly look flashing across his face.

“And to put the cherry on top, you filmed us too, Dove.”

I grab the nearest object - a lamp - and hurl it at his head. He ducks just in time and the lamp shatters against the wall. “Feisty as ever,” he grins. “I love that about you.”

“Everything alright in there?” Kieran yells from the shower. “All good, Kai! Just talking,” Fintan’s voice echoes as he moves to close the bathroom door without taking his eyes off me.

I stare at him as he stalks closer to me again and I see a flicker of something unfamiliar in his eyes. It’s a fleeting moment of vulnerability, so quick that if I blinked, I would have missed it. But it’s there, buried beneath layers of arrogance and defiance.

“I am nothing like you,” I whisper. The words hang in the air between us, charged with an unspoken challenge.

Fintan’s smirk falters for a fraction of a second before he regains his composure.

“Oh, little Dove,” he drawls, his tone daring.

“You are, whether you’re brave enough to admit that or not, but you’re probably right.

Whatever this is between the three of us, it won’t end well.

You couldn’t handle the darkness even if you tried. ”

His dismissive words fuel the fire in my veins, pushing me beyond the edge of reason. Without another thought, I launch myself at him, fueled by an overwhelming need to prove him wrong.

“Fine! Let’s say you’re right…You wear your darkness like a badge, Fintan. Mine is more like a concealed weapon, always ready when I need its sharp blade,” I sneer as I dig my nails into his throat.

“Well then. Make me bleed, Dove. Let me taste the darkness you think you possess.”