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Cole’s expression cracked, and the pain in his eyes broke me a little bit more. “Eva, I can’t.”

Alek laid a heavy hand on Cole’s shoulder. “You can’t what? Respect your sub’s wishes?”

My eyes flew to Alek’s. Was that what I was? His submissive?Theirsubmissive? Longing, as unexpected as it was intense, settled in my soul. If only it were true. The thought of sinking into their safety arrowed through me, imagining turning off the motor in my head because I could trust that all three of them would care for me.

They would only care as long as my secrets stayed secret.

“Cole,” Tristan said quietly, moving behind him, wrapping his arms around Cole’s waist and hooking his chin over Cole’s shoulder, their cheeks pressed together. “Remember when I said I’d take her any way I could have her?”

My eyes shot to Tristan’s, but his gaze was trained on his best friend.

“I meant it,” Tristan continued.

Cole closed his eyes.

“Please,” I whispered before I could stop myself.Give me one night.

He swallowed hard then slid a hand over my cheek and down to my throat, his expression not softening one bit as he tightened his fingers—a threat and a promise. “All right, sparrow. But this changes nothing after this weekend.”

Lies.

Tristan settled to one side of me on the couch as Alek’shand found my hair again, his hip practically touching Cole’s.

This changes everything.

But tonight—tonight, I had all three of them. Tonight, I could pretend a dead phone, floors below us, sitting on Cole’s dresser, didn’t hide evidence of my betrayal.

Tonight, I deserved this.

And that was the biggest lie of all.

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ALEKSANDR

Eva staredup at Cole like he’d hung the moon for her, and I tamped down hard on my jealousy. There was more to their relationship than I’d known. I’d suspected that, and I’d ignored it because I was so focused on getting Eva’s lips wrapped around my cock. What else had I missed while she distracted me?

His hand slid down to her throat, freeing himself from her grip then tightening. Eva whimpered before she could stop herself, and goddammit, they were stunning, with Tristan’s arm around her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek while Cole limited her air supply.

I tugged hard on her hair, tilting her gaze up to mine. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Eva’s eyes were so fucking expressive, I could see the trepidation. If I were a better man, I’d stop this right now. I’d sit my three students down and drag the story out of them, force them to confess their sins, then help them find a way out. Instead, all I could think about was the slide of our bodies, Eva’s mouth on my skin, my cock plunging into her tight, wet cunt.

When she didn’t answer me, I yanked hard, drawing a whimper out of her. “Eva?” When she still didn’t answer, I told the boys, “Give her some space.”

“Fuck you,” Cole snarled, and my gaze snapped to his. Unlike at practice, he didn’t back down.

“I said, give her some space.”

“Sir, it’s fine,” Eva said, wrapping her fingers around Cole’s wrist as if to hold it there. “I want them—” Her voice broke, as if she were holding back a sob. “I want all three of you here, with me.”

None of us moved.

A tear trickled down her cheek, and I hated myself for causing her pain, hated what I’d done to her since she walked into my office, hated that I’d wanted to use her to hurt her father, hated the man I’d become.

“Stay with me,” she rasped. “I’m begging you.”

Tristan leaned in to kiss the top of her head, his lips brushing against my fingers and sending sparks of electricity crackling through me. “You don’t have to beg for anything tonight, okay? Whatever’s going on, we’re here. I promise.”