Page 4 of Bought By Three Men

“I look out for her when she’s here.” Von rubbed his neck.

What? He was full of shit. Von looked out for himself, and that was it. Besides, Dottie didn’t need anyone to look out for her.

“Anyway, the offer stands.” Mr. Moore handed Dottie a business card.

Her smile reached from ear to ear. It wasn’t often she looked so happy. Dottie was always worried. I wanted to keep that smile on her face. She deserved happiness, but not from an elite.

I grabbed the card from her hand, ripped it into tiny pieces, and tossed it at Mr. Moore. Dottie stood there with wide eyes, and her mouth dropped open. I had ruined her happiness, and I hated myself for it. I had never acted like a parent, treated her like a child, or upset her. She would hate me for this for a little while. One day she would understand elite were dangerous.

Tears swelled in her eyes. My heart crumbled. I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the club.

CHAPTER3

Ethan

She was getting closer.Her pussy clenched around my cock. I had fucked Tasha enough times to know when she was about to cum.

She gripped the countertops as her moans increased. I pounded harder. She wasn’t the sweet, gentle kind when it came to sex. She would bend over and lift her skirt when she was in the mood. No foreplay, it was my favorite part of sex.

I usually didn’t mind the get-to-the-point attitude she had. I would fuck her, and then we would go about our business. Two years ago, I thought maybe she was the one for me. Boy, was I wrong.

“Harder!” she screamed.

Was the girl from last night the same way? I could practically see her pink hair sway as I set her on my bed. Would she let me kiss every inch of her? Even with her bruises and swollen eye, I could tell she was beautiful. It was in the way she walked and the way she protected her sister from me. I wanted the Pink Puncher. I had to have her.

“Where are you?” Tasha twisted to look at me.

“Huh?” I blinked.

She stepped away from me and pulled up her underwear. “Ethan, what’s going on?”

“Why aren’t we together?” I wanted to ask her why she didn’t want to be with me, but it would sound like I was whining.

“We have been through this. Elites get together to strengthen their empire. We don’t need to.” She crossed her arms.

“She was right. We were some of the wealthiest Elites in New Boston. It gave us a unique opportunity. We could marry for love. Ha. What a joke of a concept, love. Marriage was for one of two reasons. Strengthen our empire or continue your line.

Yet, I couldn’t help but ask. “What about for love?”

She laughed. Shit, I shouldn’t have asked that. Tasha stopped laughing and stared at me. It wasn’t often I felt small. Not since I was a child. It was how she looked at me as if she pitied me.

“Are you serious? You don’t even believe in love. Neither do I. It’s a concept poor and homeless people use as an excuse for everything.” She stared at me as if trying to determine if I was joking.

“I got you.” I pointed at her and laughed. “Just making sure you weren’t falling for me.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Never. Now can you fuck me? I was about to cum.”

I bent her over the counter again and slid her thong to the side. The sight of her pink pussy dripping made me hard again.

As I rammed my cock inside her warmth, she bucked against me.How would Ava feel?

Two quick coughs sounded behind me. I wasn’t sure who it was, so I didn’t look. If Tasha heard it, she didn’t move. She continued moving her hips and moaning.

“Son, a word,” my father’s voice echoes through the kitchen.

I turned my head but continued to fuck Tasha. “Go ahead.”

“Now!” His tone was even more demanding than it usually was.

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