time she uttered those words.
“On your knees.” His command was laced with both fury and a stillness that scared her. As if he were going to lose her if she didn't start obeying him. But what would she lose when she did?
“No.” She shook her head. “I love you. You don't need to do this. I'm not stupid, I'm not confusing gratitude for love. I love you,” she cried.
“On your knees.” This time the order came from Kade, dominance dripping off every single word of his instruction. She dropped her hand from Liam's chest, from his cheek as well and looked at him imploringly instead. He could stop this before it was too late.
“Don't do—” she whispered, her gaze turned to Kade.
“On. Your. Knees.”
Crestfallen, the parts deep inside her, which they seemed to control succumbed, and she found herself dropping to her knees on the cushion, trying to stifle the misery of her tears. When she peered at them again, she found the two men looking at each other. Having a silent conversation she wasn't privy to. A bond fostered by a history that was beyond even her.
As if Kade had physically talked Liam down, she felt the change in her husband. The stoic man that shrouded his past with fortified walls she couldn't scale, returned. He wouldn't allow her to breach those walls.
Kade did that thing he always did. He rubbed his hand down his jaw, his body as tense as hers before he whipped off the T-shirt he had been wearing, and the scent of freshly used soap settled over her. He unbuttoned his low-slung jeans, worn soft, just like Liam's.
She swallowed hard, and from her side view Liam was doing the same.
They both neared her.
She quivered as they unearthed their cocks from their jeans. Her eyelids fluttered over the thickness of their lengths, their instant hardness. She couldn't think anymore.
“Suck,” Kade said softly, his voice hoarse and strained and rough enough that it made her center ache.
“Open your mouth, Olivia.” Liam's voice had gotten low, dangerously so. Her nipples balled up and ached. Already she survived on only half capacity. She was torn between obeying and doing the right thing. And she had to remind herself, obeying wasn't the right thing. Not when Liam didn't believe her.
She couldn't. She wasn't going to survive this.
Her mouth opened. Liam's cock rested on her lower lip. Her breath feathered over his warm, glistening head. She closed her eyes and took him inside and held him to her. Her tongue flicking over his rod as she suckled, refusing to let him go. Forcing him to take ahold of her hair so he could drag his cock from her. He tilted her toward Kade.
Tears sprang from her eyes. Kade's own green ones had darkened to almost black. He seemed as torn as she was. She realized that Liam stood at the center of both their lives.
And still she beseeched him to stop this. But that was a delusive struggle. Kade had made it very clear he answered only to Liam where she was concerned. She wanted to feel nothing for him but indifference; it was the only way she would survive.
His cock touched her, and her senses roiled inside her, just like when he touched her before. Tears streamed down her face now as she parted her lips farther. As Kade slid into her, she held him on her tongue, afraid to suck. But it was too late already. She was too far gone.
She shifted her gaze to Liam. So sexy, so godlike, he mesmerized her. He still had his hand in her hair, and now he caressed her nape, his thumb tender on her jaw. Without breaking her focus from his face, she licked Kade's cock and felt the vibration which rumbled in Kade's chest move right through her.
“Look at me,” Kade said softly, and she turned her gaze on him.
There was no going back.
She stroked and caressed, licked and sucked, filled her mouth, alternating between the two men. She got lost in their tastes even as her world burned down around her. She tended to them until her jaw ached, and the scent of her arousal seeped into the air around her.
She didn't want to look further than this moment into her consequential future. But still her tears dripped down her face. How could something so wrong feel so perfectly right?
“Tongue,” Liam said when they both took their cocks in their hands, pumping their hardness before her. She salivated, her