Page 125 of Light My Fire Three Times
And then Karl leans down, his lips grazing my ear, calm but merciless.
“Look at you,” he whispers, holding my wrists tighter. “Three men ready to tear each other apart over you. Do you know how powerful you are right now?”
He flicks his tongue against my ear, and I shudder. His tone sharpens. “So, tell us, Olivia. Who do you want first?”
My lips part, a whimper breaking free.
Leo presses harder, his hand sliding up my thigh. “Tell me.”
Jesse’s grip tightens on my throat. “Tell me.”
Karl’s voice is dark velvet. “Beg. Make them earn it.”
The word tears from me like a confession: “Please, Jesse…”
Leo swears under his breath. Jesse smirks like he’s won.
“That’s my girl.”
Karl kisses my face, chuckling softly. “Good choice. Let’s see if he can keep you together long enough for Leo to hear you scream.”
My whole body shivers. I’ve just handed them the weapon. I know they’ll use it.
Jesse doesn’t wait. His mouth is on mine. Deep, hungry, every movement a claim.
Leo hovers close, furious eyes locked on us. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he grabs my chin as soon as Jesse releases me and devours my lips in a bruising kiss.
“You’ll beg for me next,” he growls, teeth catching my lip. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Karl watches with that infuriating calm. His lips graze my neck. “Don’t fight each other. She’s ours. Let’s show her.”
And suddenly, they do.
Jesse’s hand anchors me in place, grinding against me in a rhythm that spins my head.
Leo’s mouth trails down my collarbone, biting hard, while his hand slides lower with rough precision. Karl whispers filth against my ear, his fingers teasing me closer, but never enough.
It’s everywhere. Jesse’s grip, Leo’s mouth, Karl’s control. They’re no longer fighting. They’re working together, overwhelming me, filling every space until I can’t tell whose touch is whose.
“Look at her,” Leo snarls. “Falling apart for us.”
“She’s perfect,” Jesse growls.
“She’s more than perfect,” Karl chuckles darkly. “She’s wrecked.”
My body trembles, pleasure spiraling so fast it feels like free fall. They push me higher, merciless, until I shatter. Claimed, undone, theirs.
Officially theirs.
From here on out.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Karl
DECEMBER 22ND
The truck’s warm,and the smell of coffee hits me as soon as I walk up, thick and rich, calling my name.
