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My fucking Madison.
Catching my breath and clearing my throat, I pulled out of her and, with one last kiss, backed off the bed, falling against the wall as my eyes met Marcus.
“She’s all fucking yours, dude.”
“Yeah, she fucking is,” Marcus rumbled, biting his tongue as he dragged an exhausted Madison down the bed by her ankles to meet him. “You ready for one more, kitten.”
Still, on her stomach, she turned her head to the side, nodding her consent with a dry swallow, unable to speak.
Her eyes craved more as she longingly looked up at him.
Marcus positioned himself at the edge of the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lined himself up with her, the mix of my cum and hers dripping onto the floor.
He leaned forward, capturing her breathless mouth with his, kissing her deeply—passionately.
“Tell me to stop if you need it.” He murmured against her lips, and she eagerly nodded again before gripping his face between her hands and returning the kiss he had just given her with even more fervor.
I wasn’t jealous. If anything, I was happy for him—for us.
And when I was ready, I’d let myself love her just as much as he did.
Chapter 24
Madison
Thenightmareshadstopped,but that didn’t prevent me from waking up feeling hungover from whatever was clawing at the back of my mind and attempting to rip me away from the sanctuary I found myself hiding within.
I should’ve felt relieved that Adrian was now locked away in a maximum-security prison. I no longer had to fear him coming back for me, spending my days constantly looking over my shoulder anytime I felt as though I was being watched.
Blinking the stubborn sleep from my eyes, I saw sunlight glowing through the closed blinds and felt two sets of muscular arms wrapped around my body—Dean at my front and Marcus at my back, both holding me tightly against them.
Who needed a security blanket when you had Marcus and Dean’s warm embrace?
Dean… I ran a hand through the dark blonde hair at the back of his head, stroking the strands between my fingers as I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his scalp.
I inhaled his scent with a deep sigh, the comforting smell of teakwood and leather sinking into my senses—calming my overactive mind into silence.
I was fully aware of what I had done—eliminating the one woman who dared to hurt what was mine. Sure, she did it before I had even remotely considered claiming Dean for myself, but none of that mattered once I saw her obnoxious hands attempting to caress his face.
What perplexed me the most was the reactions of both Dean and Marcus.
Neither of them stood in my way as I strangled the poor girl to death, almost as if they were condoning what I was doing.
From the moment he gripped my forearm, I had fully expected Dean to stop me from going through with my intentions, but when he released it, I was taken aback by his decision—to let me take her life for him.
And then there was Marcus… who just stood there, frozen in time, watching everything unfold before his eyes in shock and dismay.
Why did neither of them stop me or, at the very least, chastise me for what I had done? I was a cold-blooded murderer, and yet they still wanted me—jagged edges, broken pieces and all.
Was I no better than Adrian now? Corrupting two innocent souls and damning them to a life of questioning morals…
“Mmm… Mads.” Marcus groaned as he nuzzled further up against my back, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
I could feel his rock-hard cock grinding up against my ass as he shifted, and without even thinking, I arched my back, pressing myself up against him.
I loved this—being sandwiched between two gorgeous men who’d give up anything for me—and I’d give up everything for them.
This was heaven, and I felt like the devil in white.
