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Theo lets out a loud throaty groan at the sensation, jolting his hips as he slaps his hand over mine, pinning my fingers against my own name on his skin.

It's all too much—the feeling of all of them in me at once. Hands touch me everywhere while their cocks fill and stretch my body.

I can feel the tension building, higher and higher until it finally breaks free, exploding and shattering me into a million tiny pieces.

As the orgasm rips me apart, my scream is muffled by Theo's cock as I shake between them. Grey lets out a groan, slamming into me before he stills, his own climax hitting him just as hard.

Damon is next, his hand fisting my hair as he pushes me hard onto Theo, hips jerking my body up as he growls deep in his throat. I feel him release inside me and my nails dig into Theo, breaking the skin as I choke on his shaft. But I don't pull back, my lips pressing down hard around him, desperate for him to find his release too.

It doesn't take much more, a string of curse words falling from Theo's mouth as he squeezes my hand, leaning over as he spills into my mouth.

Before I can swallow, Damon grabs my throat, tilting my head back as his fingers dance along my skin. "Show us," he orders. "Open up."

I part my lips at his command, his green eyes flashing proudly. Grey pulls out of me and slides round to my side next to Theo, the three of them staring at Theo's release on my tongue.

"Now, swallow," Damon demands, my neck moving under his hand as I do so.

His thumb caresses my bottom lip as I close my mouth. I'm hit with a wave of exhaustion, my body buzzing as I fight the urge to close my eyes.

"Let's get you back upstairs," Grey says gently. "Before the guards find us naked in the morgue and I have to kill them for seeing your perfect, thoroughly-fucked body."

Chapter 33

Damon

"Well, if it isn't the biggest asshole I know. Happy Birthday."

I raise an eyebrow at Christopher, leaning against his door. "Did you get it done?" I ask sternly, ignoring his subpar wishes regarding my existence.

He nods, holding out a piece of paper. "Just need your signature and we're good to go. I got the other signature this morning."

I step inside the office, grabbing a pen off his desk as I snatch the paper from him. I glance over it, satisfied with the details and quickly sign before handing it back to him.

"And no one suspects anything?"

He shakes his head. "I hope you know what you're doing, Damon," he warns. "This could end badly—for all of us."

"I hope it ends in a massacre," I reply coolly, throwing the pen at him. "The best birthday present would be my father in a pool of blood."

Christopher shakes his head again in disapproval, shoving the signed document into an envelope. "Arthur is in early today. Be forewarned—he's in a good mood."

"I can't wait to ruin it," I answer, turning and walking out of his office. "File that straight away."

His reply is cut off by the door slamming shut behind me. The noise grabs the attention of the others, their faces tight as I head over.

Theo and Grey are stationed outside Elsher's office, standing guard while Avery doesdutywith him again.

"All sorted?" Grey asks casually.

Nodding, we glance down the corridor to see Christopher strolling out of his office with the envelope in hand. He gives us a curt nod as he passes, disappearing through the doors that lead to Arthur's office and the outside world.

And now the countdown begins.

I've spent the morning briefing everyone, preparing for the inevitable fallout that will occur once the news breaks. While Avery slept in Grey's room last night, I watched the recorded footage from our new cameras, listening to Arthur's phone calls yesterday. From them, I know my father is going to make an appearance today—anything to gloat in my face on the one day of the year that he knows he can fuck up.

It's also the same day that he murdered my mother. So, it seems poetically fitting that I ruin today for him just like he ruined my birthday for me.

She'd like this.

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