Chapter 3 The First Taste Of Surrender

Being fucked by two cocks at once while sucking the third was pure overwhelming bliss.

Kairo thrust deep into my pussy from below, hitting that perfect spot with every powerful stroke. Zane filled my ass, stretching me deliciously as he moved in perfect rhythm with Kairo. Draco's thick cock slid between my lips, gentle yet commanding, letting me breathe between thrusts.

My body sang with sensation. Every nerve ending burned. Sweat slicked my skin. Moans vibrated around Draco's length as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core.

Kairo's hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. "Look at me, Nova."

I forced my eyes open, meeting his icy blue stare. The raw hunger mixed with something deeper-something almost tender-made my heart stutter even as my body climbed toward another shattering release.

Zane reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles. "Such a good girl taking all of us. So fucking tight."

The praise sent me spiraling. My walls fluttered around Kairo. My ass clenched around Zane. I sucked harder on Draco, desperate to please them.

"Come," Kairo ordered, voice rough. "Come while we fill every hole."

The orgasm crashed over me violently. I screamed around Draco's cock as my entire body convulsed, pussy and ass pulsing rhythmically, milking them both. Waves of blinding pleasure ripped through me, leaving me shaking and gasping.

Draco pulled out of my mouth first, stroking himself fast. Hot ropes of cum painted my breasts and throat. Zane followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep in my ass as he came. Kairo thrust up once, twice, then held me down as he filled my pussy with pulse after pulse of heat.

I collapsed onto Kairo's chest, trembling, covered in sweat and cum, heart pounding wildly.

Strong hands lifted me gently. Soft towels wiped me clean. Warm arms carried me below deck into a luxurious bedroom. They laid me on cool silk sheets, surrounding me immediately-Kairo on my left, Zane on my right, Draco behind me, spooning me protectively.

Fingers stroked my hair. Lips pressed soft kisses to my shoulder, my temple, my wrist. The contrast between the raw fucking and this tender aftercare made tears prick my eyes.

"You did so well," Kairo murmured, voice softer than I'd ever heard it. "Breathe, baby."

Zane nuzzled my neck. "We've got you. You're safe."

Draco's large hand rested possessively over my stomach. "Rest now. Tomorrow the real training begins."

I should have been terrified. I had just signed my body over to three dangerous men. Instead, a strange warmth spread through my chest. For the first time in years, I felt... held. Wanted. Seen.

Sleep pulled at me, but one nagging thought refused to fade.

They still didn't know how deep my original mission went.

Morning light filtered through the yacht windows when I woke. The men were already dressed in crisp shirts and slacks, looking every inch the powerful billionaires they were. A delicate silver necklace-thin chain with a small elegant lock pendant-rested on the bedside table.

Kairo picked it up. "Your collar for the next ninety days. Discreet enough for public. But you'll feel it every second."

He fastened it around my neck. The click of the lock sent a shiver down my spine-and fresh heat between my legs.

Zane grinned. "First rule: you wear this at all times. Second rule: when we say 'kneel', you drop."

Draco handed me a silk robe. "We're heading back to the city. Kairo's penthouse. Your new home for the duration."

As the yacht docked in Manhattan, my phone buzzed in my discarded purse. A message from my boss:

*Any progress on The Veil? Send whatever you have.*

Guilt twisted in my gut even as the necklace rested heavy and warm against my skin.

We stepped into the waiting black SUV. Kairo pulled me onto his lap, hand sliding under the robe to cup my bare pussy possessively.

"Already wet again," he noted with dark satisfaction. "Good."

Zane leaned in, kissing me deeply while Draco watched with burning eyes.

The car climbed toward the glittering Manhattan skyline.

Just as we pulled up to the towering glass building, my phone buzzed again-this time with a different number.

The message made my blood run cold:

*I know what you did last night, Nova Kane. And I know exactly who you're with. We need to talk... before they find out the truth about your father.*

My breath hitched.

Kairo's hand stilled between my legs. His sharp eyes narrowed on my face.

"Nova?" he asked, voice suddenly dangerous. "What's wrong?"