Page 35 of Meet Me In The Dark

His eyes flashed. And so fast she almost didn’t see it, he grabbed the top of Victor’s head with his other hand and wrenched it to the side, snapping the billionaire’s neck.

Kara exhaled, hands on her knees. Even though she’d felt bad for Victor’s wife when she’d touched him, she no longer felt bad for her, now that she was a widow. Hopefully he’d left all his money to her.

Releasing the dead body with a thud, Micah came around and helped a shaky Kara up.

“You never kneel for anyone but the three of us,” he stated. “You don’t give your power to anyone but us, you hear me? Never.”

“Never,” she echoed, as he lifted her into his arms and carried her across the room, shoving her against a wall. Her feet dangled off the floor.

“You never touch another man again who isn’t us,” he growled, unknowingly echoing her own thought earlier.

“Never,” she said. “I only want to touch the three of you, ever.”

She meant it. That had been horrific, but it was over.

“You’re not a doll to us,” he continued, sounding almost desperate.

And although she already knew it, hearing the words out loud began to settle the trembling inside her at what she’d almost just done. She hadn’t felt used like that since she’d been with Christopher—even though she hadn’t realized it at the time. She hated the girl she’d been; Micah, Luke, and Conor had helped her become the woman she was now.

“I know,” she said. “I know what I am.”

“What?” he asked, his eyes a raging storm.

“Everything,” she said, repeating his word back to him—a word he’d used back in the cabin, when they were opponents, not teammates.

“That’s right, baby,” Micah said, and this time, his growl sounded satisfied. “You’re mine.”

She was his.

And.

“You’re mine,” she countered, with the same intensity. It was an admission, a claiming, but it was also a promise. One that soothed her. Victor was dead, he couldn’t hurt them, and she was where she belonged.

“Yours,” he agreed, smothering her in a territorial kiss. Keeping her lifted with one arm, he used his other hand to rip her panties off. Then he was unzipping his own slacks and shoving into her without warning.

“Micah!” she cried. It hurt at first, because she was dry and unprepared, but her body, knowing its master, relaxed, her pussy lubricating from the feeling of him inside her, owning her.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He grunted in affirmation, then began bouncing her hard on his cock. He’d never been quite so caveman with her before, but then he’d never had to watch her touch someone outside their polycule. And she fucking loved it. Loved how he claimed her, loved how he made her his again, loved how, with each slide of his cock inside her pussy, he erased the horror of the last ten minutes. She forgot the dead body cooling on the floor as he fucked her hard, then harder, hitting the perfect spot on every thrust, his hands squeezing her ass, a thumb rimming her back hole, until she was spiraling higher and higher, tighter andtighter, Micah’s grunts and growls pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

The door opened. Marcus stood there, flanked by two beefy guards.

“Damn it, you two,” Marcus swore. “You promised no more dead bodies. How am I going to explain another dead billionaire?”

“Get the fuck out,” Micah growled. “Busy.”

“I can see that,” Marcus remarked, sighing. “Get the body.”

Before Kara could join the non-conversation, Micah shoved a finger in her ass and she tightened around him, so close, so close, so close…

“Don’t you dare come when he can hear and see you,” Micah said. The man who was okay with others looking but not touching was gone, leaving someone just as possessive as Conor and Luke in his place. He stayed inside her, but stirred his hips around, so his cock, already so girthy it filled every part of her, pressed against everything inside her, rubbing against her walls and setting every cell in her body aflame.

“Micah,” she whined.

“No. Not yet. Fuck. You feel so good.” He bit her neck, gripping on with his teeth, a complete claiming. “Tell me again,” he ordered.

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