Page 10 of Three Corporate Kings and a Hands-Off Bride

Oh boy.

She stood facing them.

“Marry me,” she said, again and the same feeling that settled into her stomach when she asked them the first time took hold of her now. She couldn't explain it. Just that… she needed it.

She needed them.

And now, nothing in her life made sense.

Chapter Eight

Of all the things in the world, Eli Nicholson would have never guessed they’d find themselves in their study, facing Tom’s daughter, wearing a dress that messed with their thinking, asking them to marry her.

On what fucking universe was this possible?

Did she have even an inkling of what they wanted to do to her?

Having her with them had been the purest form of torture they’d experienced. They’d gladly choose to have their balls seared with a hot poker than going to bed every night knowing she was within such easy reach and not fucking doing anything about it.

They’d kept their thoughts to themselves. Voicing it out loud in Alicia’s world meant giving it birth. So they’d shut up about it. But that hadn’t cured them. Nothing would. Not one of them could fuck another woman. Their dicks could be put in museums now. They were antiques, out of use.

Their only hope was that when she moved out at twenty-two, they’d go back to normal. They were only doing this to respect Tom Robertson, their mentor. The man who had guided themwhen they’d been a little too reckless in wanting to get rich too quickly.

But now... fuck. What were they going to do now when their cocks had hardened to concrete slabs in their pants? When she stood there like a virgin goddess in a dress that made her like an ethereal queen meant to destroy their minds and disrupt their control.

Taking her and fucking her right now seemed the only thing they’d collectively and silently agreed on. She burned the barrier they kept around her, and now they were circling her like the apex predators they were when it came to something they wanted. They fucking wanted Alicia Robertson—in all her holes, multiple times. They wanted to put her on the desk in their study and take turns dipping their cocks into her sweet heat, and the soft tightness, drove them mad, and then they wanted to fuck her deep, and hard.

Shit.

The thought of coming inside her virgin body with no protection, their raw cum filling her up, sticking to her flesh, their seed combined, and impregnating her destroyed them. Then coming inside her again and again until she was so sore and so full of their cum, all she could do was sleep in their arms, the excess of their seed dripping from her sweet body, evidence of what they’d done to her.

This had to stop. Eli roared in his head. He glanced at Cade and Baxter, going through their hell over this stunning girl who manifests things with scrapbooks and runs head first into glass doors.

Fuck their lives. Did Tom’s daughter have to look like her and smell like her?

No. They needed to come up with a plan of action. But she wasn’t safe with them anymore.

She didn’t understand what would happen if they said yes to her marriage proposal. She didn’t know the extent of their possessiveness when it came to her if she were their wife.

They glanced at each other again. Their minds made up. She was theirs now. Once they touched her, they were never going to stop. Ever.

This changed everything.

“Get on the bench on your hands and knees,” Cade said. And this was how it began. How they made Alicia Robertson theirs.

She looked at each of them with her beautiful eyes, and just when Eli thought she was going to say no or give some wordy excuse, she stepped out of her high heels, gathered up the flimsy skirt of her dress, and climbed on the leather bench.

Her obedience at being told what to do made his cock jerk and ache to give her the pleasure she deserved for being a good girl.

He’d be lucky if he didn’t come in pants. They didn’t have much time—not with a room full of business partners in the next room, but then they didn’t need a lot of time. Not this time around. This time they were just going to take from her.

She was the epitome of stunning beauty. Eli couldn’t stay away from her, nor could Cade and Baxter. They strolled toward her; the fragrance of her perfume, a scent so familiar to them, fueled both their fantasies and their haunted dreams.

They ran their hands over her curvy body, soft, supple, so fucking feminine. She needed to be put on a pedestal and worshiped, and yet in that same breath, they wanted her on herknees, feeding on their cocks. Her eyes turned up to them in sweet supplication as she relaxed her throat for them, trusting them with her life.

Cade unbuckled his belt. She heard the sound. Her body tensed, but she didn’t turn around to look. While Cade drew his belt from the loops of his pants, Eli and Baxter lifted the see-through fabric of her dress and laid it over the small of her back.

Fuck. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Nothing stood between her bare ass and her pussy.

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