But I can’t take it anymore. I’m not just horny—I’m starved for them. For their mouths, their hands, their cocks filling me. Claiming me.
I convinced Max and Katherine to stay at Lily’s tonight. I needed this. We needed this.
I smile to myself in the mirror. Black leather and lace hug every curve—one of the pieces Dario bought me. My hair tumbles in loose waves down my back, lips painted blood red. On my feet—tactical boots. Good for running.
I head downstairs and wait for them to come home.
Home. The word makes my heart sing.
I perch in one of the high-backed chairs in the living room, exit route planned. They should be back any minute now, and I’m ready to be hunted.
The front door opens. I hear their voices—the low timbre of laughter rolling through the house like thunder. My pulse spikes.
“There’s no way you could—” Dario cuts off when he sees me.
Keir bumps into him from behind. “What the fuck are you—” he starts, but the words die in his throat.
They stare. Mouths parted. Hunger blazing in their eyes.
Kaz pushes forward behind them. “The fuck you just standing there for?” he growls.
His gaze finds me—and the low, “fuck” that escapes his lips makes me smirk.
“Princess?” Keir says, voice wary, like I might vanish.
I rise slowly. Their eyes devour me. I twirl, letting the lace flash. The growls that follow shoot desire straight to my core.
They’re still in black tactical pants and dark henleys, Keir’s shoulder holster catching the light.
Something about them still armed, still lethal, makes this even more thrilling.
I don’t say a word. Just wink.
Then I run.
I launch through the French doors, laughter spilling from my lips.
“Malyshka,” Kaz growls behind me, feral.
I sprint past the pool, heart hammering, blood singing. My boots pound the ground as I race for the trees.
Maybe I’m not done torturing them. Not just yet. Because what girl doesn’t want to be chased by her three dangerous men… and fucked in the woods?
I crash through the trees, thankful for the trail. I push harder, adrenaline burning.
I don’t hear them.
Which is dangerous.
I veer left, planning to loop around when—
A blur to my right—too late.
A body collides with mine, and we tumble to the forest floor. He twists, taking the impact and leaving me on top. The breath whooshes out of him, and I laugh.
“Bad girl,” Keir growls. One blink—he’s flipped us, and his palm cracks against my ass.
A needy whimper escapes me.
