Savage Sinners (Elites of Macedon High 3)

Though he’s commanding my response, I can hear the hint of desire in his voice, the small drop of self-consciousness that edges his question.

“Yes, baby,” I whimper while gripping his shoulders. “I belong to all of you.”

My vision blurs as an orgasm crashes through my core and I allow the three boys around me to hold me up, rub me, carry me through it. Seconds later, Tomas erupts and Soren rises to meet my gaze, sliding his cock through the slippery mess that his brother left behind. A few quick thrusts produce his explosion, and then he passes me off to Parker. I’m a quivering mess by the time Parker fucks me, groaning into the sloppy kiss he fixes to my lips as he bursts.

Once he’s finished, he sets me on a sofa adjacent to the wall and pushes my hair from my sweaty forehead. He places a kiss on the crown of my head, fixes his pants, and then steps aside, allowing Soren to approach with a few paper towels. Tomas rubs my shoulders while Soren cleans me up.

“I think it’s time to leave Macedon,” Parker says in a low voice.

Tomas nods. “I think that might be the best thing we can do.”

“You all want to leave?” I ask, turning my confused expression to Tomas. “Why?”

“Why not?” Soren poses. “There’s nothing left for us here that isn’t wrapped up in pain, mayhem, or bloody fucking murder.”

Parker nods. “This town was never ours. It belonged to our fathers.”

“We want a fresh start,” Tomas states confidently. “I never wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps anyway. I’d rather do something else.”

Soren snorts. “I resent my father’s conditional love—as if I really want it.”

“Our fathers are dead,” Parker observes with a cool countenance while holding my gaze. “We don’t owe them anything, precious.”

My heart skips a beat. “But…”

Parker arches his left brow. “But?”

“Everything we have is here.”

Tomas rubs the back of my neck while Soren adjusts my panties and skirt. “That’s the beauty of it, doll. We can build something fresh.”

“Something worth building,” Soren whispers while gazing up at me. A smile tugs at his lips that he doesn’t allow to develop fully. “And the four of us will be in charge.”

“Still, that doesn’t get rid of the Persian.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air. They know I’m right. That fucking lunatic will hunt us down, no matter where we attempt to go. We could go to the middle of the damn Bermuda Triangle and still be met by the ghosts of his goons, hell hounds sent directly by the psychotic bastard himself.

I shudder to think of the pair of brothers who want my body. “Leaving won’t solve our problems.”

“That’s not the idea, doll,” Tomas assures me.

I hum while sitting up, straightening my back as I cross one leg pensively over the other. Tomas slides onto the cushion next to me while Soren remains at my feet, wrapping himself around my leg. Parker leans against the armrest to my right and drapes his arm loosely around my shoulders.

Panic swells in my chest. Try as I might to clamp it down, it persists, the awful cloud of doom hanging over our heads.

It’s no use trying to escape our fate. “You have to vow your loyalty to me.”

Soren raises his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to do?”

“The original vow,” I remind them, “was to make sure we get revenge and then power. We still have the same goal, right?”

Parker idly strokes my neck with his thumb. “Right.”

“I’m what holds you all together.” I cup Soren’s cheek, his smile blooming to reflect the brilliance of Hollywood. “So, we might as well stick together. But you have to swear it.”

“It’s true,” Tomas whispers while tapping my chin with a loving gesture. “You’re the glue that keeps us stuck.”

“She’s always held us tight,” Soren points out. “She holds us now.”