Page 121 of Twisted Violet

“You trust us, beautiful?”

I nod, breathless.

“Then let him in.”

I lift my legs, resting them in the crook of Rome’s elbows, exposing everything.

Niko pushes in alongside Rome, and I swear I black out for a second.

Too full. Too much. Toogood.

Rome holds me still, arms anchoring me in place, while Niko thrusts in slow and steady.

His rhythm builds until I’m shaking from the effort to hold it together.

“Fuck,” Niko groans, forehead pressed to my spine. “You’re taking us so good, pretty girl.”

I can’t speak.

I can only feel the press of them, thick and overwhelming, moving in sync, sliding deeper until every part of me feels owned.

They take turns, they take me together, and we keep going until we’re all completely spent and none of us can take anymore.

I lie between them on the kitchen floor, a hand in Dallas’ hair, Niko’s arm slung across my waist, and Rome pressed behind me with his hand on my chest like he’s guarding something sacred.

I’ve never felt more safe, never felt more seen, never felt moreloved.

As sleep pulls me under, Dallas leans closer and murmurs against my throat, “Best birthday ever.”

I shake my head with a smile. “Glad you enjoyed my present.”

Rome huffs a laugh. “We should unwrap you again tomorrow.”

I close my eyes, sinking into the safety of my men. “Tomorrow. The next day. And every day after that… as long as you’ll have me.”

“So, forever then?” Niko asks.

I smile, eyes still closed. “Yeah. Forever works for me.”

EPILOGUE: PART 1

VIOLET

I used to think survival was the best I could hope for.

Turns out, it’sthis.

A glass case filled with handmade sweet and savory pastries. A line of hungry customers out the door. And the three gorgeous men willing to spend mornings slinging baked goods with me.

I wipe my hands on my apron and glance around the cafe.

In the front window, Dallas flexes as he flips the “Grand Opening” sign. A group of teenage girls giggle as he waves like he’s on a damn parade float.

“Stop flirting with minors,” I call out.

He turns around with a grin. “I’m boosting brand visibility.”

“You’re gonna boost your way into a prison cell,” Rome mumbles, cleaning the glass in front of the pastry case for the third time this hour.