Page 178 of Hell Breaks Loose

HELLENA

Three sets of hands work the muscles of my back, the oiled skin positively glowing under their touch. Every bit of stress pours out of me, drifting into the ether.

This is what heaven must feel like.

A little snicker breaks the silence, and I quirk an eyebrow.

“She’s practically purring,” Tell snickers.

“Not yet, but I’m more than willing to get her there.” Evan’s cocky baritone.

“I second that motion,” Gavin rumbles.

“Hey, I thought this was ‘massage your queen’ time?” I murmur, wiggling my butt and shaking the bed.

“So it can’t lead to orgasms?”

“Oh, it definitely can. But it feels so good in the meantime. Hands more working, lips less talking.”

“Lips definitely need to be put to work,” Tell snarks, clearly pouting. I feel them brush against my neck once, sending shivers down my back.

I don’t bother to open my eyes as the magnificent sensations start again—Gavin working my calves, my feet. Tell taking care of my back, my hips, my thighs, while Evan kneads his knuckles into my shoulders and neck, working all the way to my fingertips.

Sure. The massage feels amazing.

But it doesn’t begin to compare to the heaven of my new life.

Just being allowed to… be.

With my lovers.

A day has passed since we opened the real Sinful vault.

The heart of my father’s empire, a stockpile of international intelligence that rivals every government agency in the world. Assets. Accounts. Private jets. A fucking island in the Pacific.

And at the heart of all of the findings, a letter.

Simple.

Succinct.

Signed to me, from my dad. But also, my predecessor,leaving the deed to Sanctum Harbor and all of its surroundings to me, with the option to share ownership with anyone I choose.

Worries for another day, for the months to come of rebuilding. Healing.

Like I’m doing now with my lovers, locked up in one of Evan’s other apartments with enough food, booze, and toys to last us a month.

That first night, all we did was sleep. All four of us, tangled together, the keepers of my heart holding me all night.

And when I woke up…

This.

“Mmm… a little harder,” I breathe, and all three of them dig their fingers into my skin. But I can practically sense how turned on they are. Because I am fucking drenched.

Inevitably, Gavin finds my lust first, working up between my legs.

His fingers brush against my slit so teasingly.

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