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"Jesus fucking Christ," Connor breathes out behind me.

"Ten minutes?" Isaac's accent is thick with want. "That's nine minutes too long."

"Nine and a half," Dom corrects, his voice rough. "Gives us time to decide who gets to go first."

I pause at the top of the stairs, looking over my shoulder. "Better hurry up boys. Clock's ticking."

Chapter 48

Tatum

I lean against the bedpost,my heart racing as I count down the seconds. The anticipation makes my skin tingle, and I can hear them arguing downstairs about who gets first dibs.

My stilettos click against the hardwood as I pace. Never in my life did I imagine I'd be waiting for three dangerous men to come ravish me - and loving every second of it.

Heavy footsteps on the stairs make me pause. I position myself artfully on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs slowly as the door swings open.

Dom enters first, his tie already loosened. Connor and Isaac follow close behind, their eyes dark with hunger.

"That was quite the show downstairs," Dom says, shrugging off his jacket.

"Just giving you boys proper motivation," I purr, adjusting my stocking. "Did you work out the logistics?"

Connor growls low in his throat. "Oh, we worked something out."

"Good." I stand, walking over to trail my fingers down Dom's chest. "Because I've been thinking about this all week."

"Have you now?" Isaac's accent has gone thick again. "Tell us more about that."

"About how I want all of you?" I step back, looking between them. "About how I dream about your hands on me? Your mouths?"

"Fuck," Connor mutters.

"Or maybe about how watching you work gets me hot?" I continue. "How seeing you come home covered in blood makes me wet?"

Dom's hands clench at his sides. "You're playing with fire, princess."

"Maybe I want to get burned." I reach behind me to unhook my bra. "Maybe I want you three to absolutely wreck me."

The sound of three sharp inhales fills the room.

"Well then." Dom steps forward, wrapping his hand in my hair. "I think it's time we give our girl exactly what she wants."

The three of them exchange glances before breaking into laughter. Dom’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Alright, rock paper scissors it is. Let’s see who gets the first round.”

"Seriously?" I ask, not hiding my laughter.

“Russian roulette seemed a bit overboard,” Dom quips.

They line up in front of me, their eyes alight with anticipation. Hands poised, they count down together. “Rock, paper, scissors!”

Isaac’s rock crushes Connor’s and Dom's scissors.

“Looks like I win,” Isaac smirks, stepping forward as I reach into the bedside table and pull out the handcuffs. With a mischievous grin, I toss them to him.

“Aye, my girl knows what I like,” he says approvingly, catching the cuffs mid-air.

Dom and Connor settle themselves on the window seat, watching with keen interest as Issac advances on me. His green eyes are intense, every step deliberate.

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