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“You like that?” I snap. I reach out and grip the back of his neck, then force his face down into the comforter.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come again, baby,” he pants.

“Good! I want my cum to stay in this ass all fucking night as a reminder that I own you. Am I clear?”

“Julez!” Zayne groans.

I slam inside him, and Zayne moans louder. “Answer me, dammit!” I roar as my thrusts grow harder.

“Yes, now don’t fucking stop!” he shouts.

I can’t stop even if I want to; I need to come so fucking badly.

Emptying everything I have inside him, I roar his name as I come. We’ve never fucked like this before. Part of me is thrilled to finally embrace this new side of us, but I’m scared that I pushed Zayne too far. I gently ease out of him, then pull him toface me. As I open my mouth to ask if he’s okay, he surprises me by gripping my face and slamming his lips to mine. I instantly melt, knowing we’re good.

After saying goodbye to Mellie—who is still sticking to her lie about being tired and heading to bed early—we head to Zayne’s car where all our masks and clothes are stashed. We climb inside and drive away, knowing Mellie will watch by the front window to wave to us off. We wave back and park around the block.

“How long do we wait?” Storm asks from the backseat.

“We can’t be too obvious,” I answer.

“Give it an hour or so. It gives us enough time to be away and for her masked men to arrive. If we go too soon, she’ll be too worried we forgot something and could come back.”

I nod in agreement with Zayne’s comment.

“You sure you can cut the power?” Storm asks.

“Yeah, I’ll head around back and kill the lights while you two enter through the front door. Then I’ll come through the back and surprise her.”

They both nod, then Zayne wonders aloud, “What if she figures this out?”

A whoosh of air escapes me. “You both saw the same video I did. She wants something, and we can’t let a stranger take it from her. This is Mellie we’re talking about?—”

“Exactly, Julius!” Storm’s voice booms through the car. “We broke her trust. She thinks she is on some fucking television show and has no idea she actually admitted her deepest cravings to her best friends. We tricked her.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” I snap. “She’s ours now and I’m not giving her up. You want to back out, go right ahead, but I’m not. I can’t.”

The car falls silent, and I know they are both mulling over my words. Much like me, neither of them will walk away from her now that they’ve had her.

“We’ve all been in love with her for years,” Zayne mutters. “After having her...” He releases a sigh. “I don’t think I could watch some other fucker put his hands on her.” He turns to face me and the look in his eyes hardens. “She’s ours.”

We both turn to Storm, who grinds his teeth before muttering, “I’ve loved her longer than the both of you. I’m not giving her up when I just got her.”

“Then let’s do this!” I command.

The three of us grab our outfits and masks, then change while cramped inside the car. I don’t deny that Storm’s worries are valid—this could blow up in our faces. And while I don’t want to admit it, we must come clean or risk fucking this all up.

We wait till it’s pitch-black outside before we climb out of the car and run the block back to our house. I smile at the sight of the candle burning in the window, then turn to Zayne and Storm and nod once. Pulling down my mask, I quietly slink around the back of the house and make quick work of killing the power, plunging the whole place into darkness.

Chapter Ten

Mellie

I lit the candle ten minutes after the guys left, and ever since then, my nerves have been slowly growing. Though a part of me feels like an idiot, knowing I should be scared out of my mind that these men even know where I live, the other part is exhilarated at the prospect of them coming to my home. At the resort I was disoriented in the dark, but I know every inch of my house and can find my way through this place blindfolded.

I’ve picked out my sexiest lingerie, deciding on my Victoria’s Secret purple bralette set and choosing not to wear my robe over the top. My nerves continue to ramp up as the minutes tick down. What if the guys come home? What if the thrill was only good somewhere else? And most importantly, is this what I really want?

Suddenly I’m plunged into darkness, and all my worries fly out the window. This is the feeling I chase. That second my heart beats a little faster, and the part of my brain which tells me to run kicks in. Even if I crave love, a happily ever after, maybe it’s all in my head. I can get most of what I need from my best friends, but they are overprotective, and if they knew about this they would be here scaring away my masked men. It’s the same as they did in high school, and no one was game to ask me out.

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