POV Mira "Fucking shit." Leo's voice cut through the air like a crack of thunder. I'd been staring at them for what felt like forever - three versions of the same man, but now... now I could see it. The subtle arch of Leo's brow when he was calculating something. The sharper, hungrier tilt to Victor's smirk. The way Milo's gaze softened in places the others didn't bother to hide. I wanted to slap myself. For not noticing sooner. For falling for... all of them. "You've never had a dick in you before?" Victor's words landed like a dart. His head tilted, eyes narrowing, but it wasn't the vulgarity that made my pulse skitter - it was the genuine flicker of surprise, the way his brows jumped for just a second before his mouth curved slow and wicked. "No..." My voice was barely air, but it still sounded too loud in the charged silence. Milo's gaze caught mine, steady and unflinching. "Well... today," his mouth hooked into something between a promise and a threat, "you'll get all three. Lucky girl, huh?" Before I could form a protest, his hand slid to my jaw, tilting my face up. His kiss was nothing like I expected. Not soft, not brutal - but controlled, deliberate. Every press of his mouth felt like a line being drawn that I'd never be able to erase. Somewhere in the dizzy blur, Leo's hands worked at the knots on my wrists. The ropes fell away, but before I could pull back, two sets of hands gripped me - lifting me like I weighed nothing. The bathroom was all cold marble and shiny silver, but the heat coming off their bodies made the air feel heavy. My head was split in two - part of me screaming this was insane, the other soaking in the way they touched me like I was breakable and dangerous at the same time. Too many hands to count slid over me - gripping my arms, my waist, the back of my neck. My skin burned under every touch. I hated how much I wanted it. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Victor's low, dirty laugh brushed against my cheek, his breath hot as he leaned in close. "Relax," Milo murmured in my ear, his voice slow and warm, like he could melt me right into the floor. "We'll take care of you." Water roared. Steam wrapped around us. They didn't guide me into the spray gently - they shoved me right where they wanted me, turning me so the water slammed into my clit, heat pulsing over that already aching, swollen spot until I almost screamed. A sharp gasp ripped out of me. Leo's hand was in my hair in an instant, yanking my head back so his mouth could graze my jaw. "There you go... let it happen." "I-" Whatever I was about to say broke into a moan I didn't even recognize as mine. Fingers slid over my hip, slow, deliberate, nails scraping lightly as they traced lazy shapes. My thighs twitched. "Stay still," someone murmured. "I can't-" My voice broke as the pressure built, winding me so tight my knees buckled. A hard hand caught me before I fell. "No room to move now," the voice was low, almost a growl. Victor's breath was hot against my ear. "You're thinking too much." "I-" "Stop." They worked around me like they'd practiced it, shifting me under the pounding water, every drop biting into my skin until I couldn't tell if I wanted to flinch away or press closer. When they finally pulled me out, the cold air slapped my wet skin. I stumbled, legs useless, head spinning. The bedroom closed in - shadows, cool sheets brushing my back, three bodies closing the space until the air felt heavy in my mouth. They didn't rush. Milo's fingers skimmed my cheek. "You don't even know what you look like right now." My throat went tight. "What?" "Wrecked," Leo answered before Milo could, his voice rough with satisfaction. Victor's lips brushed my ear. "And we haven't even started." Heat and breath tangled in the air. I didn't even notice the rest of their clothes coming off. One second they were pressed against me, the next there was nothing between us but skin. Leo's chest was solid against my back, his voice low at my ear. "Relax for me." "I can't," I whispered, my fingers digging into Milo's shoulders in front of me. "You can," Milo murmured, brushing his lips over mine in a slow tease that made my knees go soft. "We'll make sure you can." Victor's hand slid between us, his touch hot and deliberate. "She's fucking tight," he muttered, like he was talking to them more than me. Leo's chuckle rumbled against my spine. "She's untouched." My breath hitched. "Wait-" "No waiting," Victor said, his mouth grazing my jaw. "You're ready. Feel how wet you are for us?" Milo's fingers cupped my face, making me look at him. "It might hurt, baby. But only for a moment." The blunt press between my thighs made me gasp, my nails biting into Milo's skin. "Too big-" "Shh," Leo soothed from behind me, his hand sliding down to hold my hip steady. "Breathe. Let me in." The stretch burned, sharp and overwhelming, forcing a cry out of my throat. "That's it," Victor groaned, his hands tightening on my waist. "Take it. Fuck, you perfect." My head fell forward against Milo's chest, his lips at my temple. "Good girl. You're doing so good for us." Every slow push of Leo's cock filled me more, the ache making my eyes sting until his palm smoothed over my stomach, grounding me. The room spun. My body felt light as air but so heavy I could barely move. My head was empty, just full of every touch they'd put on me. "Open wider for me, baby," Leo growled, driving into me hard. "Yeah... that's it. Take all of me." "Fuck, she's so hot," Milo muttered from beside me, his hand gripping my jaw so I had to look at him. Leo pulled out, and before I could catch my breath, Milo was inside me. "Oh, God-" I gasped, because he hit me different, deeper, that curve rubbing a spot that made me shake. "You feel that?" Milo smirked. "That's mine." "Not just yours," Victor said from behind, his fingers digging into my hips. "Ours." I moaned, the sound breaking, my whole body twitching as they kept me on edge. When they finally let go, my legs were jelly. Warm heat spilled across my face, my chest, all three of them groaning. I blinked up at them, dazed, and they were all staring at me - not like prey, not like a prize, but like I was theirs. 30 Contents