not how it was supposed to be.
She had kept her gaze on the massive clock in the room since she stepped in. Watching as the seconds ticked over in the two minutes that brought the hour with it.
The door opened. She gasped softly; her body tingly as she frantically observed the room in its entirety. Spanking benches and sex swings. Rich dark furniture in odd shapes that looked like delicious torture devices. Her pussy vibrated and slickness already coated her lips. Every kind of flogger, cane, crop, a chair that had a vibrator situated in the center graced the room.
Liam had put her in that chair, had tied her down until she sank into the head of the toy. He had then sat opposite her, playing with the control of the toy, just watching her go from one extreme to the next, all her emotions at his feet.
Her skin blazed as Liam closed the distance between them and finally came into her view. He had showered, his hair was still wet and was only wearing a pair of jeans. His torso bare, layers of bricks for abs, scars which drifted from one into another. He'd always evaded answering her when she asked him about them, and the ones that ran crisscross over his back too. He said he lived a dangerous life. But she knew they were the scars from his childhood.
She wanted so desperately to break protocol and fling herself at him, begging his forgiveness for everything. For what she had done. For Kade.
But she forced herself to stay where she was. It was how Liam had taught her.
He cupped her cheek, and she purred into his hand. She had missed him so much; she hadn't realized his sparse contact with her had left a giant hole in her heart. His touch calmed her mind but wrecked her body. Everything was going to be okay. He was here. The rest, no matter how much it destroyed her, she could handle on her own.
But nothing could have prepared her for what happened next.
Just as she had lit up at Liam's approach, subconsciously she went through the same motions, the attention of her body divided into two perfect halves.
Kade came into her sight. She all but died.
Liam released her, and she almost crawled back to him, but he hadn't told her she could move. Bowing her head, she tried to take stock of the situation.
Liam had let Kade into the space that she believed had been private, beyond breach. And yet he had broken that seal to let Kade in.
She vacillated for a moment, the earth beneath her knees cracking just as her resolve did. Liam had severed everything when he let Kade in, yet in the seat of her soul, as she looked up and her gaze draped over the faces of the two men, standing side by side, she understood a dual evocation that still quieted her mind even while her body went into overdrive, engulfing her and making arduous work of her breathing.
Both their presence calmed her and produced a riotous need in her. She swam in the images of Kade coming inside her, then Liam, thoughts she had forbidden herself to think since it happened. She had shut it down, incinerated it, and stored the ashes as far away from her as possible because it was never going to happen again. It couldn't. She would make sure it never did.
But Kade's presence, no matter how right he felt next to Liam, pounded her with the sad reality of her situation. Breaking away from the treaty of the Black Room, the one she had signed with her yearning moans, her delicious screams of pleasure, the marks on her ass, the binding prints on her body, she rose from her knees and went to Liam.
She dithered in trepidation when Liam raised an eyebrow at her, when Kade crossed his arms over his chest that implied he too understood Liam's rules. Of course, he understood because he had implemented those same rules when he and Liam… shared other women. She hurled aside the raging jealousy turning her blood cold.
“Liam… Liam, I love you.” She went to him, her intention to touch him, but his icy-cold demeanor kept her momentarily stuck inches from him. “I love you. Only you. I love you, Liam,” she chanted, risking the space that separated them, then reaching out to touch him. And her husband grew colder and colder, the same way he did the first