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Feeling flirty, I give Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson a quick wave and a smile. At their shocked looks, I realize I might have gone too far, but instead of dropping my eyes to the floor, I hold their gazes for a few seconds before turning back to my phone and type out a reply to Sir, Master, and Alpha.

Violet: I don't need a break. I need my Daddy Doms to punish me for being a bad girl.

Sir: And just what did you do that was so naughty?

Violet: I touched your property and made myself come this morning without your permission.

Master: That's definite grounds for punishment.

Alpha: I'll do it. She's just acting out because she craves our firm touch.

Violet: Also, I forgot my panties. I'm sitting at work with a wet pussy with only a tiny skirt covering me. Want to see?

I giggle as I send them the picture I took before work of my naked pussy before I put my panties on because, of course, I wore panties to work, but they don't need to know that.

The sound of cell phones hitting a table pulls me out of my wicked thoughts. I glance in the direction of the sound to find Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson all scrambling to pick up their cell phones off the glass table in the conference room.

Weird.

I don't dwell on what's happening in the conference room; instead, I go back to teasing my Doms.

Violet: I might have also forgotten to wear a bra to work.

Master: That's a very bad girl, Pet. We'll see you tonight for your punishment.

I quickly set my phone down and mentally prepare myself for the wanton desires they've unleashed inside of me. And for the next seven days, my life is almost perfect—playing with my Doms every night at Club Sin, then teasing them mercifully by text during the day. What could possibly go wrong?

On the eighth day, I found out the hard way just how wrong things could go.

Chapter 11

Eight Days Later

"We can't keep doing this." I slam my fist on the table in the private enclosed conference room to which only the three of ushave a key. We only use it when we have something important to discuss, and that happens to be the little sub who has us all wrapped around her little finger.

"What exactly can't we keep doing?" Wilder crosses his arms over his chest in a silent challenge.

"Violet. We can't keep meeting her at Club Sin for sex. We've kept her blindfolded this whole time. She doesn't even know what we look like—that's not a healthy Dom/sub relationship or any kind of a relationship for that matter. She deserves better than the likes of the three of us. We are just her fantasy lovers. Do you really think she would choose a relationship with all three of us? Who does that anyway? Certainly not the sweet girl Violet really is."

"No, I'm not giving her up." Wilder uncrosses his arms and takes an angry step toward me.

Jamison steps between me and Wilder before we start throwing punches like we're both itching to do. "Stop it—Dexter's right. We aren't good enough for her. And even if she did decide she wanted one of us, I couldn't bear watching her with one of you, knowing she owns my heart."

"That's a little dramatic, don't you think?" I snort. There's no way Jamison loves her. We barely know her, and she doesn't even know what her mystery lovers look like. There's no way she loves us, right? I shake my head, clearing my dangerous thoughts. "Looks like majority rules, Wilder. We need to make a clean break from Violet—no more texts or nights at Club Sin. As of right now, it's over. We need to block her number so we'renot tempted to contact her." Yeah, like that will stop me from thinking about her every day for the rest of my life.

Wilder glares at me, and I can see the wheels turning in his head. "Fine," he finally says, but I'm not sold on the idea that he won't try to contact Violet somehow.

"Good. Now that's settled, we leave for London in three hours. I suggest you run home and pack. I'll meet you at the airport." I turn to leave, needing some time to process what we're about to do to Violet. I turn back around to pound the final stake through our cold-blooded hearts. "Make sure to block her number from your phones."

Before I can leave the conference room, our phones all vibrate, alerting us to an incoming message. It can only be one person texting all three of us at the same time. I pull my phone out of my pocket to find a video of Violet smiling back at me without that damn blindfold. I shove my phone back in my pocket, not ready to watch the video and stomp out of the building, making sure to avoid Violet's area altogether because I know if I see her beautiful face in person, I'll cave and beg her to claim the three of us as her own.

So instead of tempting fate, I rush home and pack my suitcase, never to think about Violet again.

Yeah, right.

Chapter 12

Istare at myphone impatiently, waiting for one of them to respond to the video I sent them five minutes ago. But no one does. I wonder if it's too late to recall the video.

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