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“How would you like us?” Breaker asks.

I bite my lip, so focused on Viper’s hands, that all those lighter, fuller breaths get trapped in my lungs, and it’s suddenly hard to breathe again.

Have I seen Viper’s bare chest?

No, I’ve only seen Breaker’s entire nude body not that long ago, and I barely made it out alive. Viper? The two of them?

Together?

I lick my lips, forcing out a breath. It catches in my throat as he untucks his shirt and lets it fall open. Only a slip of skin peeks out from the black button-down, but it’s enough to create a slick warmth between my thighs. The same five skulls inked onto Breaker and Striker’s skin, the last one with a line through it, spans Viper’s chest. I drink in the light dusting of hair overhis pecs, the cut lines of his abdomen, every plane of muscle so sharp, so perfect, he’s a work of art framed in a black suit.

“Worshiping your pretty little cunt with our tongues?” Breaker asks, moving toward me.

My gaze snaps to him. His tie slips from around his neck, and he pops the button of his collar. Goosebumps spread along my arms as I take a step back. The backs of my knees hit the side of the bed. The smooth, cool feel of the fabric centers my whirling thoughts.

“Then our cocks, one after another?” Viper asks. “Or would you prefer us filling both of your tight holes?”

My eyes drag over him, snagging on the bulge in his pants. My nipples tighten.Allof me tightens, growing hot, like my skin is on fire, burning away every ounce of uncertainty.

A primal need surges through my core. To belong to them. Be owned by them.

To be theirs and for them to be mine.

“Getting ahead of yourselves, boys,” I say, straightening. “I say we start with you on your knees.”

Chapter 33

Viper

Thereisnothingmoredelicious than Cora right now, cheeks flushed, breath ragged as she stands beside the bed, commanding me to my knees. She’s an absolute vision.

A gift.

One I’ll never let go.

This courageous, strong woman before me is carved into my bones, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from us.

My fingers slip into my suit jacket, feeling the envelope. The fucking offer should infuriate me, but I can’t help the twisted satisfaction that spreads through my chest.

She’s mine.

Ours, and he can’t take it back.

And now she’s ordering me to my knees, and my cock is so hard that I can barely think beyond the words written in black ink on that paper.

“Anything for you, Vixen,” I say, taking a step closer so I can brush my fingers along her delicate jawline. “Is that what you want? Me to kneel before you?”

Cora glances between Breaker and me, her eyes igniting. Her back straightens, and a smirk quirks her lips when she realizes the power she has in this moment. Her tongue runs over her lip and she smoothes a hand over her belly as if gathering her thoughts. Or her courage.

Has she ever had a moment where she was in full control of her body? Of her life?

Does she now finally realize, after being told for weeks, that she’s ours?

She’s been ours since the moment we saw her. Even if we didn’t know it yet.

And right now I’ll do, be anything, she needs to prove it.

“I made you a promise,” I tell her, watching her features shift. They turn hard as shame makes her eyes flicker away, but when she looks back at me, then to Breaker, I see nothing but determination.