Damaged Goods

“You’ll never guess what I’m doing, Keir,” he said pointedly, just so I’d know who he was talking to. His voice was husky as he talked, shifting and pulling a moan from me just so his brothers could hear it. I growled before he put slight pressure on my throat, and I had to focus on drawing in normal breaths instead of the screams that wanted to be released.

“Did you call us while fucking, again?” another voice growled, the third brother, I could only assume, his tone deeper than the other two.

“Of course I did, Ky,” he continued on, not addressing the fucking. He didn’t slow down either, mercilessly bringing me to the edge. My legs shook before he paused, edging me expertly like he still knew my body in ways that no longer belonged to him. Not anymore. “You wouldn’t believe how fucking tight she is. And these tits?” He finished with a groan to emphasize his point.

“Shut the fuck up,” Keir breathed, laughing quietly.

“Let’s hear her,” Ky ordered, the following silence giving Killian a chance to answer. He chuckled and let go of my neck, moving his hand down my body and around us to tease my throbbing clit, roughly bringing me right back to the edge until I was gasping and moaning.

“Come, Baby Girl. Let them hear you,” he ordered, moving yet again. The subtle change in angle was the final straw. He slid his fingers over my clit, and my orgasm hit me so hard I screamed, gripping the table as my pussy fluttered around him. His deft fingers continued teasing my clit, making me sob as the sensitivity became overwhelming. There was no pause for a full breath, let alone time to come down, before he had me coming a second time. This time, he came with me, pulling out and aiming his dick so he spurted his cum over my back, marking me as his.

“Fuck,” one of his brothers rasped, the heavy breathing telling me they’d enjoyed the show.

“She’s perfect,” Killian informed them.

“I can't wait to find out,” they agreed at the same time. The promise made me bite my lip to hide a moan before Killian’s lack of response made me realize that this wasn’t some girlish fantasy. Holy shit, are they serious? My chest constricted at the thought of the others, the three of them sharing me. Even though Kill was being a dick at the moment, I really did miss them all.

Killian hung up without warning before using the scraps of my bra to wipe my back off, tossing it in a nearby trash can while I pulled my surviving clothes back on.

“Fuck, the shop!” I yelled, cursing under my breath as I danced around and pulled on my shoes. Despite the adrenaline rushing through my system thanks to my now late morning, I wasn’t quite over Killian’s grabby presumptions. Letting my anger fuel me, I slammed my fist into his jaw before turning and heading out of the door. Definitely not giving that dick time to retaliate or talk me into another round. I walked as quickly as I could, but no more than five seconds after the door slammed behind me, I heard him yelling for me to stop. Well, good thing I’m wearing boots today. Ignoring him, I ran all the way to the store, Killian trailing angrily behind me. I froze just outside of the building, turning and yelling, “Don’t ever fucking try and pull this shit again. I am not the Otsana you fucking knew!” Just as I turned around, one of my regulars pulled up, and I had to take a deep breath to compose myself, pulling my jacket tighter around me to conceal that I was wearing a thin, damp tee with nothing underneath.

“Hey, Sana!” Gabe called out as he stepped out of his car in front of my shop, Gamester’s Paradise, arriving at the same time I did. “Are the preorders in?!”

“You know it! Come on in. It’ll just be a sec while I open,” I said breathlessly, giving him a smile and ignoring the angry man behind me. I’d bet if I looked back he’d be huffing like a bull. He could fuck right off, though. I’d doled out the latest game pre-order pickups at last night’s release, and I was exhausted, especially after my hitman encounter and the unexpected reunion with Killian.

My morning routine was fairly simple, so five minutes later, I was digging through the box for his copy and daydreaming about my lost morning hot chocolate. It was about to be a busy as fuck day, and I had no energy left. It almost made me reconsider my hate for coffee. Let’s not be drastic, Sana.

“Here you go,” I said, sliding the game over to him and watching Gabe’s face light up despite his obvious nerves. He kept glancing back at Killian who was now standing in the corner, glaring. Gabe was the most easygoing person I’d ever met and so unlike anyone else in my life that I didn’t mind him hanging around the shop, but now he’d likely run and never come back.

“Yes! Fuck sleep, I’ll be stocking up on energy drinks and snacks on the way home!” he said, saluting me and practically running out of the door with his game clutched to his chest like he was protecting it from the harsh world.

“Really?” I asked, throwing up my hands. “Not only was I late to open up and made a loyal customer wait, you’re also going to scare him away for good.”

“Let me get this straight,” he said, ignoring my tirade and pushing off from the wall to stalk closer as he gave my shop a judgmental once over. “You’re the daughter of one of the most prominent families in Chicago, and you went to boarding school with us, so you probably have more money than you know what to do with, and now you own a tiny game shop?”

“You know nothing about me or my life anymore, Adrostos, so you can fuck right off,” I warned. Happy to focus on anything other than him, I turned and grabbed a heavy box from the floor, lifting it onto the counter and unloading its contents onto the shelf behind the counter with me.

“And whose fault is that?” he growled. Ah, there’s that Adrostos temper again. In a move that might have actually surprised me, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

“First, you ruin my fucking hot chocolate, and now you disrespect my hard work and me? Get the fuck out, Killian! I don’t want you here,” I said, though the words actually made me wince. His answering bark of laughter was so startling I dropped the stack of games, the cases clattering to the floor as my eyes and attention shifted to him.

“Oh, but Sana, you do,” he said. Okay, I definitely need to cap this bad habit at three times. This dick has no idea what I truly want.

“Who are you to say what I do and don’t want?” I growled. “Once again, I was a kid when we were together. You didn’t truly know me then, and you sure as fuck don’t know me now.”

“I will, Sana, that’s a promise. I’ll let you get over this little fit of yours for now. We’ll pick you up at…” He trailed off as he walked to the door, checking the hours. “Seven.” Without further words, he walked out, leaving me dumbfounded.

Did that just fucking happen? Wait, pick me up for what?

The afternoon passed by at a snail’s pace,

my mind straying to Killian and the ridiculous, mind-blowing morning we’d just had. My blood still boiled that he thought he could use me, but I had to admit that what I’d said to Killian hadn’t been true. I’d had a few nameless encounters over the years... Hell, they might as well be faceless for the lack of impression they’d left behind. No one had ever been able to match the lust Killian had ignited in me, the same lust that I’d fallen prey to just this morning. Not that you really tried that hard to get away, Sana. Could’ve used the safeword if you really didn’t want it... Was he really the only one using someone?

No matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind refused to cooperate. Thankfully, customers were slower today, which was fairly typical after a big release. It was even better for me since I looked like a slob with a dark brown stain on my shirt thanks to Kill slamming into me and spilling my drink. Thank god Larry cools them down for me, or I’d have some less than attractive burns to deal with too, I thought with an eye roll.

The bell on the door rang, and I peeked out of the back to see a man in a dark suit coming in, shopping bag and coffee cup in hand. He definitely didn’t look like much of a gamer, so my guess was that he was here for my other merchandise. Killian could scoff at my store all he wanted. It was attitudes like his that helped me keep my backroom weapons deals under the radar of anyone who mattered. So far, I’d been careful, keeping tight-lipped about myself and my stock and not taking on new clients without thoroughly checking them out. “Can I help you?”

“Otsana Adrostos?” The last name made me curl my lip, unamused and unsurprised that Killian wasn’t reining in his possessive side. Grandfather had changed my name to Ana Parker, though I still told people my name was Otsana and went by Sana… I was finding freedom definitely fed my rebellious side, and I wasn’t about to trade in a speck of it to feed Killian’s ego.