Page 56 of Gambit
Oliver tightens his grip slightly, and I watch the way her body jolts with each thrust from Raph and Tarquin. It’s a fucking filthy sight - our Queen skewered on their cocks and loving every second of it.
“Come for us again.” I reach out with my knife and flick it over her nipple, making her bleed. She pants as I drag it between her breasts to her other nipple and circle it with the point, leaving behind a jagged cut that will hurt like fuck. But she takes it.
She takes it all.
Her orgasm rips through her violently this time; she convulses around them both, and I see the triumph in Raph and Tarquin’s eyes as they feel it, too. They’re working in perfect tandem now, driving into her until they both grunt and shoot their loads at the same time.
As much as I want to continue this, I’m growing wary of the fact that none of us have our guard up.
“Let’s get you home,” I murmur as I pull on my clothes, leaving my tee off to slip over Eliza’s head. She smiles gratefully as my hands slide under her knees, preparing to lift her. The adrenaline of possession is starting to wear off, and that cold, hard edge of reality bites back in the form of vulnerability. We’re exposed here, predators becoming potential prey in the open night.
She leans into me, a sated yet feral gleam still dancing in those mesmerising eyes. “Home sounds fucking good,” she agrees, a smirk playing on her lips as she wraps an arm around my neck.
Tarquin and Raphael are quick to gather our scattered clothing, their movements efficient despite the lingering haze of lust. Oliver is already on his feet, scanning the perimeter with that ever-present tactical awareness that marks him as much a protector as a lover.
As I carry her back towards the townhouse, her head nestled against my shoulder, I know that tonight was more than just a depraved game—it was a statement. To her. To us. To any motherfucker daring enough to lay a finger on what’s ours.
The walk back to our townhouse is quiet, but it’s filled with an unspoken understanding that what happened tonight has only cemented us further—bound by dark desires and mutual respect forged in criminal fire.
When we reach the front door, Eliza insists on standing on her own despite the obvious weariness dragging at her limbs. “I walk in my own house,” she declares with that fierce independence that drives us mad—in all the right ways.
“You’re fucking amazing,” Raphael murmurs.
“So are all of you. Thank you for doing this, for going along with my need to get past this.”
“Always,” I murmur, “but next time, give us some warning so we can better prepare, hmm?”
She giggles. “Where’s the fun in that?”
I kiss the top of her head as she waves us off to go up the stairs, and we let her go. She has done enough for tonight.
After all, there’s always tomorrow.
28
ELIZA
I stride across the campus,the thud of my boots a steady rhythm against the cobblestone path. My guys are with me on this fine autumn morning, and I feel truly alive after spending time in the forest last night.
Splitting up with slow smiles, but no need for PDA, I reach my lecture hall and I take my seat at the front, ready to show this university that I’m back and I’m prepared to kick academic ass.
My laptop opens with a soft click, and I dive into the lecture, notes flowing from my fingertips. When the professor fires out questions to the students, I know the answers while others falter under the pressure. I’m back up to speed after crash-coursing my way through the first few weeks, and I will not allow myself to slide again, no matter what shit gets thrown at me.
Bubbles of excitement ripple through me as I think about the mid-morning activities and how every single person here is going to get a chance to prove themselves. Not just the so-called elite mafia kids, but everyone.
There is always a diamond in the rough, as the saying goes, and I intend to dig them out and make them shine.
As the lecture draws to a close, I hurry across campus, the morning air biting at my skin. I don’t flinch as I head to the old library, inside, and down the steps quickly, checking out the last of the obstacles that the guys started setting up yesterday. It’s a brutal course, something new, something no one’s seen before.
“Are you sure about this?” Raphael asks as he joins me, also having a free hour before the next lecture. His brows knit together as he eyes the high walls and barbed wire.
“Absolutely.” My voice doesn’t waver. I’ve planned every inch of this hellish training ground, and I know it’s exactly what these students need. “They’ll thank me later.”
“Or curse you forever,” Oliver remarks, appearing out from behind the fake wall, but his smirk betrays his true thoughts.
“Either way, they’ll be stronger,” I retort, checking my watch. “It’s time. Let’s get them lined up, and you need to get to lectures.”
Oliver gives me the finger and a quick grin, but he saunters off anyway.
