The room pulsed with shadows and sin, the silk sheets beneath ruined by sweat and the scent of sex. I couldn't think nor breathe. Couldn't stop the moan clawing up my throat as pleasure slammed into me like a wave I'd never known existed.

"Fuck, she's already shaking," murmured a low voice near my ear-Asher. I recognized him by the crisp, ice-laced dominance in his tone. Always in control. Always watching.

"Don't you dare come yet, Ivy. Not until I say."

He pressed his fingers harder against the sides of my neck not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belonged to now.

My thighs trembled around Levi's head, the man between my legs groaning like I was his last meal. Tongue expert. Beard scratchy. Possessive.

Then came Kai. The one whispering. The one with devil's eyes and a poet's mouth. He was the one who fucked with my mind the most.

"Does it feel good being our little toy, sweetheart?" Kai cooed as he watched me unravel. "Bet your ex never made you scream like this. Bet he never saw you like this... broken and begging."

"Bet he never even came close"

I tried to answer. I really did.

But then Levi sucked on my clit, and my back arched off the mattress like it was on fire.

"Oh God-"

A sharp slap landed on my inner thigh. I whimpered.

"What did I say?" Asher growled against my ear. "You don't come until I say. You're ours now, Ivy. You don't get to think. You exist for our pleasure, do you understand me?"

I nodded desperately, tears leaking from my eyes. I didn't know if it was from how good it felt or how much I craved more. My hips bucked involuntarily, chasing every flick of Levi's tongue, and Kai's hand slid beneath me, slipping two fingers into my soaked heat.

"I think she likes this a little too much," Kai murmured, fingers curling just right. "We might've created a monster."

"She was already ruined before we touched her," Levi chuckled, glancing up from between my legs. His lips glistened. "We're just the ones who get to play with the pieces."

Asher's hand slid from my throat to my breast, palm covering me possessively as he pinched one nipple until I cried out.

"Now," he growled. "Come for us, Ivy."

And I did.

Hard.

Violent.

Shattering.

⸻

Twelve Hours Earlier

The smell of burnt coffee was the first sign the day would be hell.

I darted behind the bakery counter, breathless and sweating. My shirt clung to my skin, and I knew I looked like a mess with my crinkled apron, smudged mascara, and a split-second away from an emotional breakdown.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Delia," I said, tying my apron with shaking hands. "The bus was late, and then my sister missed her school ride and-"

Delia's eyes cut into me like knives. She didn't care. She never did.

"That's the third time this week, Ivy," she said coldly. "The third. I have zero staff, a birthday order that's late, and now you show up looking like you rolled out of a ditch somewhere."

My cheeks burned. "I know. I just,please, I need this job. Just let me make it right."

"No. You need to grow the fuck up," she snapped. "You're twenty-one, not fifteen. This isn't a charity organization . You're fired."

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. My heart plummeted straight to my stomach.

"Delia, please. I'll stay late. I'll do inventory-"

"Out .Now."

She didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to. Her words sliced through me like broken glass.

The bell above the bakery door jingled as I stepped outside, the sunlight too bright and the air too cruel for how humiliated I felt.

Fired.

Again.

I'd already been juggling three jobs, and this one was the only place that paid weekly in cash. Without it, I couldn't afford groceries, let alone my sisters school meals or Nana's pills.

I blinked hard. No tears. Not yet.

I just needed to get home.

⸻

I unlocked the apartment door quietly, hoping to make it to the bathroom before the sob in my throat exploded.

But something was off.

The couch was moving.

Rhythmic. Slow. And then-

"Oh yeah, baby... just like that."

"Yes, Jamal fuck me harder '

A woman's moan.

" You like it when i fuck you hard?"

"Oh yessss... yesss Jamal "

My stomach dropped.

I stepped forward, heart in my throat.

There they were.

Jamal. My boyfriend of almost three years.

And some tan, busty, half-dressed girl bouncing on top of him like she paid rent here.

Her hands were pressed against his chest. His hands were all over her. Her bra dangled from one arm, and his shorts were halfway down.

I froze in the doorway.

He didn't even notice me at first. Not until she moaned his name loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood.

"Jamal," I croaked.

His eyes shot open.

The girl turned her head.

"Oh shit," she said, scrambling to grab her top.

Jamal stood up like he'd seen a ghost. "Ivy..baby..this..it's not what you think."

My voice was hollow. "Really? Because it looks like your dick is still inside her."

"Listen..listen-she came onto me," he stammered. "You've been so stressed lately, always working, never home-"

"I've been feeding your daughter," I said, my voice rising. "Paying your rent. Covering your mom's utilities. And you thank me by screwing this-this influencer on my damn couch?"

"Baby, don't overreact."

That did it.

I didn't scream.

I didn't cry.

I just picked up the remote, chucked it at his head, and walked out the front door because if i didn't i may as well commit murder.

⸻

Outside, I stood on the curb in my ugly bakery uniform, my phone at 2% battery, and absolutely no clue what to do next.

One job gone.

One boyfriend gone.

One life... in ashes.

That's when I saw him.

A man in a black suit, sweating under the sun like he'd been waiting for something.

I didn't think. I just acted.

I pulled a half bottle of water from my bag and walked over.

Anything to take mind of the ditch i was in now.

"Here," I said. "You look like you need this more than me."

He blinked at me, surprised. "You sure?"

I smiled. It was probably cracked and broken. "Yeah. I'm used to giving things I don't have."

He took the bottle slowly, watching me like I was something strange and precious.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Ivy."

He nodded. "Nice to meet you, Ivy."

I walked away.

I didn't realize that was the moment my life would change forever.

Didn't know he would come back.

Didn't know he'd bring two others.

Didn't know that by the end of the night, I'd be in their bed, legs spread, body wrecked, mind broken in the most delicious ways.

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