When I pull my fingers free of her pussy, I shove them past her lips and into her mouth. She laps at them and the feeling of her tongue wrapping around them to collect the combination of her juices and Cam’s cum makes it harder for me to focus on the road.

After I pull my fingers from her mouth, I shove them back in her pussy. I plunge them in and out of her slowly. It’s a torturous pace, but it’s the only one I can manage right now. I’m on the edge and I already know I’ll be testing her limits when we get home.

Once we arrive, I allow her to pull her pants up before I usher her inside and then to the primary bedroom, the one we made sure was set up for her. I look at her intently as I walk around the room, collecting a small plastic tarp which I place on the bed. She arches an eyebrow at me but doesn’t say anything.

“Take off your clothes, pet.”

She strips quickly before she saunters over to me, her hips swaying with each step. The movement almost makes me lose my train of thought. When her hands hover above my body, she looks up at me questioningly. Only once I give her a nod does she undress me.

Fuck, the feeling of her fingers on my skin is almost too much. She starts to sink to the floor, but I grip her hair hard to keep her standing. Pointing to the bed and the small tarp is all I need to do. She scrambles over and lays down right where I want her.

I watch her like a predator, my mouth watering at the thought of what comes next. I pull a switchblade out of one of the drawers. I keep one on me at all times, but this one is special. This one will only ever touch her skin. I flick it open and then close the distance between us, loving the way she’s begging me to let her run with her eyes.

“You won’t find solace with me, Jessa,” I warn her, and her eyes slide closed as she forces herself to relax into the mattress.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs softly.

I straddle her hips, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside of her, but I hold off. For now. She shifts under me and the heat and curiosity in her eyes almost has me strutting like a peacock. But now is not the time for such antics. This is serious and I’ll always treat it with reverence.

“Do you want to be ours, Jessa?” My voice is deadly calm, and she freezes in place.

She breathes out, “Yes, of course. I want you. I want Brooks. I want Cameron. All three of you and your darkness.”

Her eyes keep glancing from the switchblade to my face and then around the room. I push her a little farther, “Do you trust me?”

The color of her eyes deepen with emotion. It’s there and then gone, so it’s possible I made it up. She relaxes completely, letting her muscles go lax as she stares up at me.

“I trust you, Aiden.”

Fuck yes. I know the grin I have on my face is maniacal, but she doesn’t tense up. There’s no fear in her eyes.

Maybe there should be.

The top rise of her tits are ink free and my eyes zero in on the area. What I wouldn’t give to carve my name into her. I take a deep calming breath. I’ll carve my name on her somewhere. It won’t be today, and it won’t be there. But, damn, it’s tempting. Doesn’t mean I can’t leave some little marks behind though.

I run my fingers lightly over the still healing tattoo under her breasts and watch as she shudders. I swear I can see what happened after Cameron was done with her ink play across her irises and it’s just as hot now as it was then.

When I drag my blade around her belly button, I don’t exert enough pressure to cut into her skin. Tempting, so fucking tempting, but this is just as much about me giving her a reason to trust me as it is about her giving me her trust unconditionally.

I lean forward and kiss her hard, prying her lips open and plunging my tongue into her mouth as I run the blade up along the side of her ribcage. It’s just a tease right now. It’ll be a tease right up until it isn’t.

She moans into my mouth, but she doesn’t arch her back. She holds perfectly still for me, and I swear I fall deeper in love with her for it. She’s strong, much more so than she gives herself credit for.

When I release her lips, I sit up and then scoot back, repositioning her so I’m between her legs, draping them over my thighs as I sit back on my heels. She’s spread out for me and panting as she watches me with wide, wild and willing eyes. My length is nestled between her pussy lips, and I grunt at how fucking wet she is.

“You like being at my mercy, Jessa?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“I could do anything I want to you right now,” I taunt her as she bites her lip, trying to control her body’s response to me. I slide my cock slowly along her slit, forward and back, the head of my cock tapping her clit as I do. I drag my blade along the underside of her breast, “You like my knife against your skin?”

“Aiden,” she gasps, “please.”

“Fuck,” I grunt.

I flick my wrist, leaving a cut on the top of her breast. I watch in fascination as it starts to bleed. She doesn’t hiss in pain. No, my girl sucks in a startled breath, before she lets it out on a breathy moan.

“Knew you’d be perfect for us,” I murmur. “We’re keeping you forever.”