Chapter 4

Ava's POV 

Marcus kept his strong arms wrapped around me tight in that hidden hallway. My body still shook from everything that had just happened. Derek was yelling for security somewhere down the corridor, his voice echoing like thunder. Damien and Lucas burst in, their shirts torn and blood streaking their faces and arms. They looked ready for war.

"We have to move now," Marcus said urgently, his hand on my back. "Derek is losing it. There is a secret room in the east wing. Follow me."

"Secret room?" I whispered, my voice shaky. "What the hell is going on?"

Lucas grabbed my hand, his piercing eyes serious even with blood on his cheek. "No time to explain everything. Trust us, Ava. We will keep you safe."

Damien wiped blood from his lip and grinned despite the pain. "Come on, beautiful. Adventure time. You okay? That bastard did not hurt you, did he?"

"He almost did," I said, squeezing Lucas's hand. "Marcus stopped him. But you two look terrible. Are you hurt bad?"

"Nothing we cannot handle," Damien replied as we hurried through a narrow passage behind a bookshelf. "Just some assholes trying to send a message. We handled them."

Marcus pushed open a hidden panel in the wall. The door swung silently, revealing a surprisingly comfortable room with a large bed, soft lighting, and supplies. "In here. Quick."

We slipped inside and Marcus sealed the door. The sounds of Derek's shouting faded. For a moment it felt like the world outside stopped existing. My heart pounded hard from the adrenaline. I looked at the three of them, bloody and tense, and something inside me snapped.

"You are all bleeding," I said, touching Damien's arm gently. "Let me help clean you up. There must be supplies here."

Lucas found a first aid kit on a shelf. "Sit down, Ava. We should check you first. You look pale."

"I am fine," I insisted. "You three jumped into danger for me. Talk to me. What is really happening?"

Marcus pulled me close again, his hands gentle on my waist. "Later. Right now we need to make sure you are okay. That argument with Derek got ugly fast."

Damien sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. "Come here. Let us take care of you. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing. It mixes with other feelings, you know?"

I climbed onto his lap without thinking, my body still buzzing. "I was so scared. But when you all showed up, I felt... safe. And something else."

Lucas knelt beside us, cleaning a small cut on my arm. "Tell us about that something else, Ava. We need to hear your voice right now."

"I felt alive," I admitted, my cheeks heating. "Like I did in the hotel. Like I do every time one of you touches me."

Marcus smiled darkly and started unbuttoning my dress. "Good. Because we need you too. The fear, the fight, it all builds up. Let us turn it into something better."

Damien kissed my neck while his hands roamed. "You are shaking, beautiful. Not from fear anymore, is it? Tell me what you want."

"I want all of you," I whispered, my voice turning breathy. "Right here. Make me forget everything outside that door."

Lucas kissed me softly first. "We will worship every inch of you, Ava. Start with these beautiful breasts." He pulled my dress down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, gentle but hungry. "So perfect. You like when I do this?"

"Yes," I moaned, arching my back. "Harder, Lucas. Suck them like you mean it."

Marcus took the other breast, his mouth rougher, teeth grazing lightly. "Like this? Tell us exactly how you want it."

"Both of you at the same time," I gasped. "It feels so good. Do not stop."

Damien chuckled and slid his hand between my legs. "Already soaked again. You love having three mouths on you. Say it."

"I love it," I breathed. "Your tongues feel incredible. Keep sucking my boobs. Please."

They did, licking and sucking until I was squirming on Damien's lap. The sensations mixed with the leftover adrenaline made everything more intense. I reached down and stroked them through their pants. "I want to ride you. One after the other."

Damien grinned up at me. "Start with me then. Take what you need."

I pushed him back on the bed and straddled his face first. "Lick me while I get ready for your cock."

"Fuck yes," Damien said, grabbing my hips and pulling me down onto his mouth. His tongue went wild, licking and sucking my clit. "You taste so sweet even after all this chaos. Ride my face, Ava."

I rocked against him, moaning loudly. "Right there, Damien. Your tongue is magic. Do not stop."

Marcus and Lucas watched, stroking themselves. "Look at her go," Marcus said. "So bold now. We love this side of you."

After a few minutes I slid down and took Damien inside me, riding him hard. "You feel so big," I panted. "Talk to me while I fuck you."

"You are so tight and wet," Damien groaned. "Bounce on me just like that. Take every inch. You are our perfect girl."

I rode him fast, my breasts bouncing. Lucas reached over and sucked on them again. "These are mine right now. Come on my cock soon, Ava."

"I am close," I cried. "Damien, I am coming!"

He thrust up to meet me and I shattered, moaning his name. Before I could catch my breath, I moved to Lucas. First I straddled his face. "Taste how wet Damien made me."

Lucas licked eagerly. "So good. You are dripping. I love how you taste after you come." His hands gripped my thighs. "Grind on my tongue."

I did, riding his face until another orgasm built. "Lucas, yes! Your mouth is driving me crazy."

Then I sank onto his cock, riding slow and deep. "Look at me while I fuck you," I told him. "Tell me how it feels."

"So warm and perfect," Lucas said, his eyes locked on mine. "You are squeezing me so tight. Ride me harder, Ava. I want to feel you lose control again."

I moved faster, my hands on his chest. Marcus sucked my breasts while I rode. "You are so sexy like this," Marcus said. "Taking what you want from us."

I came again on Lucas, sobbing with pleasure. "Lucas! Oh god!"

Finally I moved to Marcus. He stood up and pressed me against the wall first, taking control. "My turn to fuck you hard, Ava. Wrap your legs around me."

I did, and he thrust into me deep and dominant. "Yes, Marcus! Harder. Claim me."

"You are ours," he growled, pounding into me. "Say it while I fuck you against this wall."

"I am yours," I moaned. "All of yours. Do not stop. Fuck me like you own me."

He did, rough and perfect. Damien and Lucas watched, touching me everywhere. "Look how well she takes it," Damien said. "Our strong girl."

After Marcus brought me to another peak, we moved back to the bed. I rode each of them again in different ways, mixing positions, their mouths on my breasts the whole time. The room filled with our voices.

"Tell us you need more," Lucas said as I rode him again.

"I need all of you," I panted. "Together. Touch me everywhere."

They surrounded me, hands and mouths and cocks working in harmony until I was sobbing with overwhelming pleasure. "I cannot take much more. It feels too good."

"You can," Marcus encouraged. "Come one more time for us."

I did, shaking and crying out their names as the final orgasm hit hard.

We collapsed together on the bed in the afterglow, bodies tangled and sweaty. My head rested on Marcus's chest while Damien stroked my hair and Lucas held my hand.

"That was insane," I whispered, still catching my breath. "But now you need to tell me the truth. Why are you really here?"

Marcus sighed. "We came because of Derek's criminal empire. He is into some bad shit, drugs, smuggling, things that hurt a lot of people. We were supposed to get close, gather evidence, maybe take him down."

"But then we met you," Damien added. "That night at the bar was not random. We knew who you were. But after touching you, tasting you, we could not stay away. You are not part of his world. You are better than all this."

I sat up a little. "Wait. You knew me before the bar?"

Lucas looked guilty but honest. "Yes. We had been watching you for weeks. Following Derek's movements. We saw how he treated you. The loneliness. It pulled us in. Our vendetta against him became something more when we saw you. We wanted to protect you too."

The words hit me like a slap. "You were watching me? For weeks? So the bar, the suite, everything was planned?"

"Not the way it felt," Marcus said quickly, pulling me back down. "The connection was real. The way you responded to us, the way we feel now, that is not fake. We cannot stay away from you anymore, Ava. Vendetta or not, you are ours."

I wanted to be angry but their hands were still on me, gentle now. "This is a lot. I do not know what to think."

Before I could say more, my phone lit up on the side table. An unknown number sent a video. I clicked play with shaking fingers.

The video showed Derek in a dark warehouse meeting with rough looking men. "Take care of those three bastards staying in my house," Derek said clearly. "And if my wife gets in the way, handle her too. No loose ends."

"Shit," Damien muttered. "We are all being watched."

"They know about the secret room?" I asked, fear creeping back.

Lucas checked the door. "Not yet, but we need to be careful."

Suddenly the hidden door burst open with a loud crack. Derek stood there with three armed men behind him, guns drawn. His eyes widened in fury as he saw me half naked on the bed, surrounded by the three men, our bodies still flushed from what we had just done.

"What the fuck is this?" Derek roared. "In my own house? You whore!"

My heart stopped. We were trapped.

The men reached for whatever weapons they could find as Derek's guards raised their guns. This was about to explode.