Page 46 of Twisted Violet (Lovesick Villains #4)

FORTY-FIVE

VIOLET

There’s a moment after I blow out the candles when no one moves.

The three of them just stand there frozen in the hallway, like they’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Dallas stares like he’s memorizing every inch of me. Rome looks like he’s seconds from pinning me to the wall. And Niko’s gaze is fire and shadow, flickering like he’s trying to decide whether to worship me or destroy me.

I lick the frosting off my finger. Slowly. Deliberately. And lock my eyes on Dallas.

“I figured if I wore something you all liked…” I trail off, gaze flicking to Rome, then Niko. “I wouldn’t have to choose just one of you.”

The air crackles.

Then Rome moves.

He doesn’t rush me this time. He stalks. Like a storm made of restraint worn too thin. He steps behind me, and his fingers graze the bow at the small of my back.

“You sure?” He asks, his voice is low, dangerous.

I nod. “I’ve never been more sure.”

He tugs the ribbon loose.

The apron flutters to the floor.

Dallas swears under his breath and crosses the room like gravity’s pulling him. His hands are warm when they cup my jaw, and he kisses me with open-mouthed reverence.

“You’re insane,” he whispers, biting my bottom lip. “You know that, right?”

I smile. “But you love it.”

Niko’s the last to move. His steps are silent, measured. But when he steps up and presses a kiss to my shoulder, the feeling of his breath skittering across my skin makes my knees go weak.

Three men.

All of them surrounding me like I’m something holy.

Dallas cradles my face, kissing me deep and slow. Rome’s hands skim my hips, dragging me back against him as his mouth finds the shell of my ear. Niko kneels in front of me, trailing kisses down my stomach like he’s tasting devotion.

I moan when he bites the inside of my thigh.

“Fuck,” Dallas growls, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. “You have no idea what you do to us.”

They don’t ask me to pick.

They just give me everything.

Hands and mouths and soft curses against flushed skin.

Dallas lifts me onto the counter, and Rome steps between my legs, dragging a finger through the frosting on my birthday cake.

He swipes it over my pussy.

I yelp, jerking in surprise.

“What-”

“I figured,” Rome mutters, voice like gravel and sin, “if I’m going to break every rule I’ve got for you…”

He kneels down, lowering his head between my legs.

“I might as well start with dessert.”

And then he eats .

Not delicately. Not gently.

He devours .

Frosting and flesh and every filthy inch of me. His tongue dips where I’m slick and needy. And I gasp, nearly sobbing when his mouth seals over my tiny bundle of nerves and he starts lapping at it.

My hands slap the counter, body shaking. “Oh, my- fuck -Rome.”

He growls something I can’t hear because I’m already coming . Back bowed, thighs trembling, crying out like a woman who asked for a birthday wish and got handed divinity.

Dallas chuckles low against my shoulder. “Carbs, huh?”

“Shut up,” Rome snarls, tongue still buried inside me.

Dallas drags a smear of frosting across my stomach. Then he leans in, licking a path to my ribs before circling my nipples with his tongue.

Niko smears a line of frosting down my thigh and chases it with his tongue.

I moan, head falling back.

They don’t rush, they don’t fight, they share .

My legs tremble. My body’s slick with sugar and sweat and something deeper. An aching, consuming heat that burns me alive.

I fall apart again with Niko’s mouth between my thighs this time and Rome’s hand at my throat.

And again when Dallas slides into me, slow and thick, while Niko thrusts into my mouth.

“Come here,” Rome growls, lifting me up in his arms.

I line up above him, my thighs already shaking, and lower myself slowly, inch by thick, perfect inch, until he’s seated deep inside me.

My head drops. A whimper escapes.

Rome grits his teeth. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

Then I feel another set of hands wrap around my hips.

Niko.

He kneels behind me, palms splayed on my thighs as he positions himself between them. His cock brushes against where I’m already stretched full, and I freeze. Only for a second, until I feel Dallas’ mouth at my ear.

“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. Too good.

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 more loved .

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.”