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I woke up to familiar voices speaking in deep but hushed tones and followed their voices until I was standing quietly in front of a door slightly ajar.

“Ronan.” Cruz slammed his hand on the table. “Four operation centers? The twisted motherfucker’s been building this since Rev’s death?”

“According to Aaron, Rev was their first strike, but they’ve been planning our demise since we excluded him from The Paradox.” Titan’s voice was measured, but I heard that wicked embodiment underneath.

“Four killers,” Storm added. “Like we used to be.”

“Each center is its own operation,” Titan said, marking locations on a map between them.

“The east side warehouse runs their high-end drug distribution, targeting rich clientele only. The weapons facility by the port stocks hired gun groups in Miami. Club Velvet launders it all clean through legitimate accounts. And their main base in the industrial district coordinates everything.”

“This motherfucker thinks he’s smart,” Cruz said.

“Each operation has its own legitimate front,” Storm murmured. “Copying our playbook but sloppy. Getting ambitious.”

“The warehouse hit was meant to prove something,” Titan continued. “To show everyone they could cripple us. But they made one critical mistake.”

“They underestimated our power,” Storm murmured.

I pressed closer to the door, barely breathing as Titan continued.

“I was never supposed to survive warehouse forty-nine. They meant to pick us off one by one to show that they were the better team.”

“Titan,” Cruz growled. “What’s the plan? I know you’ve got a got damn plan.”

“We’re a man short,” Storm said quietly. “We have been since Rev. They think it makes us vulnerable.”

“And what do you think?” Titan snarled.

“I believe in us, but we have to consider that we’re outnumbered.”

I didn’t consciously decide to move. My body acted on its own, pushing the door open. Three heads snapped up, but I kept my chin high as I entered.

“I’ll be your fourth.”

Titan’s eyes narrowed. “No.”

“Hear me out.”

“There’s nothing to hear.” He straightened to his full height. “There’s no way you can be a part of this.”

“I’ve been a part of this since they killed my brother and kidnapped me!” I moved closer, letting them see the resolve in my demeanor. “I’ve killed. You’ve each trained me in different ways. I’ve proven myself.”

“This is different,” Cruz said, but I heard his voice waver.

“How?” I planted my hands on the desk. “I’m already a target. Why not make me an asset instead of a liability?”

Storm shifted uncomfortably. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Don’t I?” I met each of their gazes. “I’ve seen what you do. How you move. How you kill. I can move with Storm’s precision, Cruz’s adaptability, and Titan’s fire.”

“This isn’t a game,” Titan growled.

“Do I look like I’m playing?” I stepped around the desk, facing him directly. “You’ve seen me embrace everything you are. Why hold me back now?”

His gaze bore into mine. “Putting you in puts you at risk. Santari, I will not put you at risk.”

I sighed and placed my hands on his heart. “I’m sure I can be beneficial to your operation without being at risk.”

Titan’s thick brows rose, and Cruz spoke up.

“Expand on your thought.”

“Women are usually assets in certain spaces. Spaces that make them invisible but important.”

“Like Club Velvet,” Storm said.

I nodded. “Exactly.” I turned my attention to Titan. “I know you’ve got a plan already. You tell me, where can I be used? Where can you all keep your eyes on me, and I remain safe?”

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. Glancing at all of us, Titan’s gaze dropped to the map, and he moved some schematics around.

“If they are expecting us, they’ll think we will be emotional,” Titan said, marking points on a map. “To rush in without thinking because they took Santari.”

“So, we do the opposite.” Cruz grinned darkly. “Strategic. Calculated. Hit them where they least expect.”

“And where’s that?” I asked.

“Their resources,” Titan replied. “We cut off their supplies, weapons, and escape routes and force them to regroup at one spot.”

My fingers traced the map. “That’s brilliant. What do we do then - torture?”

“Death.” The simplicity of Titan’s statement sent heat pooling between my thighs.

Titan studied me. I saw the battle in his eyes - the need to protect warring with the recognition of what I was becoming.

“If we do this,” he said finally, “there’s no halfway. You become one of us completely.”

“I already am.”

He turned to Cruz and Storm. “Thoughts?”

Cruz pushed off the desk. “She’s full of fire. I say we test her out.”

“She’s progressed faster than any of us expected,” Storm admitted. “I agree, but we should make sure her marksmanship is damn near perfect.”

Cruz reached for my hand, and I linked our fingers. “We love you,” he said, “this is real life. When we started this thing between us, it was more about exploring the sexual escapism and desires as friends turned lovers.”

Storm grabbed my other hand, and I gave him my attention.

“Things have changed,” he said. “Our dedication and love for you knows no bounds. You’ve mentally transformed but having you physically in our realm connects the last piece of The Paradox we lost with Rev but created with you. It’s different, yet similar, but it makes you our precious jewel.”

“And it’s dangerous,” Titan said. My eyes went to him. “This goes far beyond sex and desires. We’ve arrived at the heart of it all – not just love, but abandon – obsession – war. This is a point of no return. To move forward is to be one with us as we are one with you – in life and in death.”

I squeezed their fingers, then released them and eased closer to Titan. “Let me prove myself to you.”

“It’s not about that.”

“Okay, then let me calm your fears. Let me unburden you.”

Those words connected with him. They were the exact words I’d spoken before I took on his fire in his blue room.

“I am ready. I love you all as much as you love me. In life, and in death, and everything between.”

He glared at me, and then his gaze turned soft. “Let’s train.”

Training intensified after that. Hours on the range became days.

Storm added to the lesson’s I’d learned early on with Cruz.

I perfected my shot, hit moving targets, and gage wind and distance.

Cruz showed me how to adapt to any weapon and any situation.

Titan taught me to embrace the pleasure of dealing death.

A week into my new role, I stood in the training room, facing all three of them. Sweat gleamed on my skin as I moved through combat forms. They wouldn’t spar with me at first, afraid of hurting me. Now, they came at me with heavier force, testing my limits.

Cruz lunged, his fist whistling past my ear as I ducked. I caught his arm, and spun past him so fast his momentum punctured the wind, but Storm was already moving. His kick touched my ribs, and I moved at the last second but still felt the sting.

I rolled with the impact, coming up with a knife. The rubber blade bent against Storm’s throat as Cruz regained his footing.

“Better.” Titan’s voice held approval that stimulated me. “But you’re still revealing your next steps.”

“Then show me how to fix it.”

His eyes darkened at the challenge. He moved like lightning, disarming me before I could blink. But I was ready. I turned quickly, my body pressing against his body, as my fingers found the pressure point in his wrist.

The knife clattered to the floor, and his free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back. The position exposed my throat, but it also ground my ass against his hardening dick.

“Dangerous girl,” he growled.

“Your dangerous girl,” I purred.

Cruz’s dark laugh echoed around us. “I didn’t think you could make my dick harder than you already have but damn it, you did it,” he said.

“I would have to agree with you there,” Storm added.

I felt their heat and saw the hunger in their eyes. The violence had aroused all of us—as it always had.

Titan’s teeth grazed my neck, and my pussy throbbed.

“Yes,” I breathed. “All of you. Now.”

Clothes disappeared, and the training room dissolved into an echo of moans when we all came together.

Titan lifted me by my waist. Cruz and Storm hiked my thighs on their forearms, stretching and exposing my pussy.

“Fuck!” I arched and shuddered as pleasure moved through me behind the pressure of Titan’s thick dick in my ass.

Cruz swallowed my tongue as Titan bit my neck and sucked me hard against my palpitating pulse.

Simultaneously, Cruz and Storm’s mouths covered my breasts, each flipping their tongues across my nipples and sucking them deep.

“Aaaaaaah shit….”

My eyes rolled, and I trembled, grabbing Cruz and Storm’s heads as pleasure filled me.

I loved when they held me up and banged into me from all sides.

Storm was the first to drop, and when his wet tongue sucked my clit, Titan went deeper into my ass.

“Oooooh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Another shudder slipped down my vertebrae.

“Aaaaaaaah! Yes, yes, mmhmm, Titan-Storm! Fuck!”

Cruz went to join Storm, but I cupped his jaw and brought him back to my lips. We kissed, and he caressed my breasts, then his mouth traveled down the other side of my neck to my collarbone.

I turned to Titan and stuck out my tongue. His growls were as deep as his dick, rocking back and forth, sending spirited tingles through my body.

He sucked in my tongue and spoke against my mouth. “Mine,” he snarled, driving deeper. “Say it.”

“Yours…” I purred at Titan, turning my face towards Cruz.

Cruz’s hands pinned my wrists above my head as he pushed into my pussy at a punishing pace.

“Aaaaah! Fuck! Yours!” I trembled as he let go of my hands and grabbed my breasts, my body shaken to the core from his deep strokes.

My fingers tapped at Storm’s head and his eyes flipped up to mine.

“Yours…” I purred, completely overtaken by their love for me.

Cruz’s and Titan’s dicks moved in and out in opposite strokes, leaving me suspended in absolute pleasure while Storm sucked my clit.

“Oh! Fuck! Shit! Oooooou!”

I was consumed with desire, an unadulterated rapture. I couldn’t get enough – I didn’t want enough, and as a result, they fucked me over and over.

“Ooooooh, fuck, yes!”

When I came, they didn’t slow down; they switched positions.

Storm was in my ass, Titan in my pussy, and Cruz’s teeth marked me everywhere his mouth landed.

I twitched and bucked, screamed, and dug my nails into their skin. We burned and stung, our flesh banging from their forceful thrusts.

“Oh! Ooooh! Aaaaah! Ssssss!” I hissed, and my ears popped.

Titan’s springing strokes banged and pinged repeatedly off my cervix, tingling the soles of my feet and curling my toes. His mouth dropped to my nipples, bit me hard, and he fisted my neck in a tight grip.

I gagged, and my eyes watered as he fucked me mercilessly and painstakingly rough.

Behind me, Storm ground in my ass and placed soft kisses up my back. His one arm was wrapped around my waist as if holding me steady while Titan drilled me relentlessly.

My body vibrated in hard, quick successions with every heavy stroke that battered me. Cruz’s teeth marks stung my flesh, igniting the fever that filled my veins.

Titan stretched one of my legs back past my ear. Storm grabbed my ankle and continued to hold me steady while he pushed in and out of my anal.

“Oh! – Shit! – Fuck! – Santariiiii – San – Grrrrrgggggh!”

Their barks and moans pulled my orgasm down, and I drenched their dicks and balls.

“Aaaaah – ssssss – ooooh, yes, yeeess!” I purred, rocked into a dizzy spell. My orgasm didn’t slow them down.

Their plunges magnified, their beats drilling, their bites deepened, the sex was thrilling. But my heart felt as if it would smash through my chest at any moment. Delirium hit me hard, and I shouted.

“SIR!”

I didn’t know if my safe word used with Titan was meant to be used in this space but using it pulled Titan from the onslaught of dick he rammed into me. Cruz had a mouth full of my thigh between his teeth, and I grabbed a fist full of his dreads and used our safe word.

Cruz eased up, and Titan removed himself, released my neck, and grabbed the sides of my face, assessing me.

“Don’t apologize,” I said in case they planned to. My jaw trembled, and I sucked in a breath, grabbed the back of Titan’s head, and pulled his mouth to mine.

“Santari…” he murmured as I bit his lips.

“I’m okay.” I smiled. Storm remained steady, grinding softly but taking note of our interaction.

“I just needed a moment.” I exhaled a deep breath, but my pulse was rocking all over. “Shit!” I laughed a bit chaotically. “I always wanna be fucked like this with y’all. Don’t ease up on me because of this. When I need a moment, you’ll know it, okay?”

Titan and Cruz glanced at each other.

“Don’t do that. I’m ready for you now. Come back.”

“I’ll take your direction… this time.” Titan pinched my chin. “Cruz.”

We switched again, and I was stretched out on my side, with Cruz pounding into my ass, Storm in my pussy, and Titan in my mouth.

Living this experience with them was the thing made of dreams. Their drive only kindled me more, igniting the power I felt to bring them all to their climaxes, to hear their grunts, groans, moans, and curses when I weakened them.

This was my playground, and I wanted them forever, and no force of power would take them from me – even if I had to take down Pandora’s Box myself.