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Eliza

I wake to gentle kisses on my face, and I groan. They continue until I drag my eyes open and see Julian smiling at me. “Morning,” he says happily. I look around, confused, and he grins. “You okay?”

“The sun is up,” I mutter.

“Mhmm.”

“We are home…” I continue.

“Indeed, we are.”

“I passed out. Didn’t I?” I ask.

“You sure did. Enjoy your nap? It’s nearly lunchtime,” he says. My eyes go wide, and I sit up to see Ryan and Calder smiling at me.

“Damn,” I say. “I did. Why the fuck did I sleep for so long?”

“You kinda blacked out for a while, but you were snoring by the time we got here,” Calder says.

“We need to tell you something before you open your phone and see it,” Julian says. “I’m really going to need you to trust our word on this.”

“Okay?” I say slowly.

“Troy texted a video to your number. It is a fake video of us fucking Erica when we were at her club,” Calder says carefully.

“Uhm… what?” I ask.

“It’s an AI video. It’s computer generated,” Ryan says. I can confirm the video is fake because I have fucked Erica, and she has tattoos under her clothes.”

“Also, we asked her to come by and talk to you to give you reassurance,” Julian says.

“We weren’t dating at the time. It’s not like it…”

“It does matter,” Julian says. “It looks creepily real, and we do not want you to even think you can’t trust us.”

“Can I see it?” I ask.

“If you really want to,” Julian says hesitantly.

I can tell he doesn’t want me to see, but I have to.

I have to understand exactly what he is trying to convince me of.

Calder hands me my old phone, and I power it on.

Once it comes to life, I navigate to my messages and open the video.

Right away, anger floods my mind when I see a very convincing video of Erica straddling Calder, riding his dick, while Julian fucks her from behind.

Everything sounds so fucking real, down to their voices.

I abruptly throw my phone across the room, and it smashes against the wall.

The sounds of my men fucking her stop, and I cover my face with my hands when I feel tears welling up.

Julian wraps me in a hug before pulling me into his lap as I start to cry.

I don’t know what hurts worse: the fact that if they had not warned me, I would have believed it, or that Troy is so fucking insistent on breaking us apart that he would do this.

I feel like I will never get him to leave me alone.

I just want to be happy, but he just wants to wear me down until I break.

“I’m so sorry, Eliza,” Julian mutters into my hair.

“ Why won’t he just leave me alone?” I yell through broken cries. “ I just want him to leave me alone.”

“I know, baby. I know,” he says softly. I pull back a bit, and he holds my face between his hands. “What can we do right now for you? How can we help?”

“Fuck me,” I sniff. “Remind me who I belong to.”

His lips crash against mine, and a feverish need sweeps over me. He breaks away to lie back and get his pants down as Ryan and Calder pull at my clothes. When he grabs my hips to put me on top of him, I gasp loudly when I am abruptly slammed down on his cock.

“Fuck!” I choke out when Julian plants his feet on the mattress to lift his hips up.

Gaining the leverage he needs, he holds tightly to my hips as he violently fucks me from below.

I can’t even draw a breath in between the screams and moans he is dragging out of me.

I have my hands on his chest to keep a bit of stability, but all of that is pulled away when Ryan moves to kneel behind me.

He grabs hold of my arms just above my elbow before surging into my ass.

It’s as though the world has disappeared the moment he enters me, and the only thing that slips through is Calder roughly grabbing me by the hair and pushing his cock down my throat.

Ryan and Julian are alternating strokes while Calder is being as rough as possible.

They all reach and maintain a speed that is both unrelenting and blissful.

It’s like my body was fucking made for them for this deliciously feigned abuse.

The only sounds that I can manage are whimpers and quiet moans through the ruthlessness that Calder is bestowing upon me. After countless orgasms, they each start to come, and I am forced to take every drop of them.

“Oh shit,” I pant. “My God.”

“How are you now?” Ryan asks.

“So much fucking better,” I say, still gasping for air.

“I think Erica is here. She was coming in for the quarterly meeting anyway,” Ryan says.

“You said you fucked her?” I ask.

“Yes, but not now,” Ryan says.

“Why’s that?” Calder asks with a grin.

“Yeah, Ryan. Why?” Julian parrots.

“Because I am not the type to fuck around with multiple people at once,” Ryan replies.

“But you will fuck her again when you are done with me?” I ask.

I don’t know why I am asking. Thinking about that hurts more than it should.

He doesn’t say anything, and it pisses me off, so I scoff and stand up to go to the bathroom.

I grab clothes on the way and lock myself in before they can get to me.

I hear voices outside of the door, but I ignore it and get into the shower.

I stay there to boil away my anger for a while before getting dressed and drying my hair.

Eventually, I leave the office and go down to the kitchen.

As I am preparing a turkey sandwich, I hear footsteps behind me. “Go away,” I say, knowing it’s Ryan. As I suspected, Ryan turns me around, but I immediately shove him back. “Stop it.”

“Choose your words carefully, Liza,” Ryan says calmly.

“ No. Fuck you. You don’t get to come in here and fuck with my head. I don’t need anyone else fucking with me. You either want me or you don’t. I am not something that should be used and thrown away. I am worth more than that ,” I yell at him.

“Are you done?” Ryan asks.

“ Really?!” I scream at him. “ Are you fu…”

Ryan shuts me up by suddenly grabbing my face and kissing me hard.

I offer no resistance before melting into him.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on mine.

“I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t want you.

I do want you, and I know you want the same.

All three of us are sucked into your orbit, and I have no desire to ever leave.

You three are the only ones I will ever fuck again. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper. He wraps me in a hug and holds onto me for a second before stepping back. I see Erica standing with Calder and Julian, and I frown deeply at them before I can control my face. I am having to remind myself that it was fake.

“Hey, Eliza,” Erica says tentatively.

“Hi,” I say, unable to fix my attitude.

“Show her your tattoos before she stabs you,” Ryan laughs.

“Right,” she says nervously.

“Oh,” Calder says before slapping his hand over his eyes and doing the same to Julian. I can’t help but laugh at them before looking back at Erica. She turns away from me before pulling her shirt off.

“Damn. That’s beautiful,” I say when I see that every inch of her back is covered with flowers, skulls, and vines. “That was definitely fake.”

Erica pulls her shirt back on before turning to look at me. “I’m so sorry anyone would ever do that to you,” Erica says gently.

“Erica… You’re just as much a victim in this too,” I say. “Sorry if I am coming off as a cunt. I don’t mean to.”

“I get it. I would be pissed too, even if I did believe them,” she says. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Short of helping me murder him and hiding his body, not really,” I say. “He is volatile, and I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“I think we are reaching a point where we need to get the police involved,” Julian says.

“I agree,” Calder adds.

“So, what, do we just go and say he made a fake video?” I ask.

“Well, yeah, for starters,” Julian says. “He beat you, raped you, and abused you . Calder and I can attest to that. So we file a restraining order and go from there.”

“That won’t stop him,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s just a piece of paper.”

“If he violates the restraining order, he goes to jail,” Calder says.

“Unless he doesn’t get caught,” Erica says what I am thinking. “Believe me, they don’t care.”

“See?” I say. How does she know, though? Does she have an obsessive ex, too?

“Baby steps,” Ryan says. “We report it and go from there.”

“You need to be able to have full confidence in us,” Calder says. “He will probably try to continue to harass us with videos.”

“I can do that. Can you do the same for me?” I ask. “If you get a video of me on my knees sucking someone off, you won’t overreact?”

“No more than you did,” Ryan says with a grin, making Calder and Julian chuckle.

“Haha, asshole,” I say with a frown.

“Careful, Kitten. I might just have to take yours,” Ryan muses.

“I have a safe word,” I say with a shrug. “Plus, I’ll just tie you to the bed and fuck your ass.”

“Ah. That’s fun. Until he wakes and comes after you,” Erica cackles. Fear flashes in her eyes momentarily until I laugh at her memory.

“Are you a dominant or submissive?” I ask her.

“Submissive,” Ryan laughs at the same time she says dominant.

“Glad we cleared that up,” I laugh.

“She is an alpha brat,” Ryan says. “It takes a lot to get her to submit. Otherwise, she leads.”

“What’s that compared to a regular brat?” I ask.

“A regular brat acts out when they are in need of something but struggle to communicate that for reasons like trauma. You are a brat when you are triggered, or your emotions are too strong for you to fall back in. You specifically need reassurance and guidance out of emotion,” Julian says.

“An alpha brat is someone who needs to feel secure to bend. They’re more headstrong and very independent. ”

“So, bossy brats,” I say, and Erica laughs.

“So, let’s go to the cops and get this ball rolling,” Julian says to me. “Is that good?”

“Yeah,” I say with a sigh.

I don’t have a good feeling about this, but I am putting faith in them and their ability to keep me safe from Troy. I know we have a lot of healing to do individually and as a group.