Like our fucking souls.

All black, the outside, and even most of the inside. Roxy will love it. I don’t even ask when Ryder had the time to start on this project. It’s clear he’s had this house renovated to his specifications, the sneaky bastard. But he’s right—our apartment is nice, but it’s not a home.

This is.

With Little Bird.

I can’t wait to show it to her and play in our new dungeon, I’ll have to get her a housewarming gift…whips are good for that right? I must say it out loud, because Ryder laughs and claps me on the shoulder.

“It’s a good job she loves you, D, because you are one crazy bastard.”

I blow smoke in his face for that. “Yup, but Little Bird wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“I’m thinking we could be in as soon as the end of the month. I’m going to need help, but with Roxy busy working on her bars, this should be easy enough to do. Garrett is already working with security specialists to secure it, and I’ve set up a home office so I can be around more.”

“What about Kenzo?” I inquire, trailing my hand across the black and gold marble kitchen counter.

“He’s aware. I wanted him to have the home he always wanted as well. This was the place he used to want when we were kids. He’s happy to work from home as much as he can, which is why the garage is so big—for his toys,” he informs me.

“A home.” I sigh and look at him. “Gotta admit, never thought I would have another one.”

“Me either,” he replies, looking around. “But it feels right.”

I nod. “It does, as long as you get a maid or some shit. Blood will be hard to get off these floors.”

“They will be fine.” He purses his lips, looking at the tile.

I grab my blade, slice my hand, and let it drip onto the floor. “Clean it up and let’s see.”

“Fucking hell, D!” he snaps, and looks around for something to clean the blood with. Blowing out more smoke, I watch him rip off his jacket and drop it onto the blood and start cleaning while my hand drips more and more on the tiles. “Fucking wanker, carry on, and I’ll ruin your little bird’s surprise for you.”

“Surprise?” I ask, freezing.

He smirks then stands, holding his jacket away from him with a disgusted sneer. “Yes, surprise, asshole. Try me.”

I wrap my hand, wondering what Little Bird is up to. Fuck, I hope it involves pain and her pussy. I’ve been missing our little sessions, but I wanted to give her time to heal after what happened.

ROXY

“I’m going for a nap, want to join me?” I ask the room in general.

“A nap?” Garrett snorts. “What am I, eighty? Don’t think I don’t know Ryder is making you look after us.”

Propping my hands on my hips, I glare at them both. “Fine, then let’s cut the shit. Get your fine asses upstairs and rest. You need to heal, and the longer it takes, the longer you will have to sit around acting like fucking weak bitches.”

His mouth drops open, and I grin sweetly.

“And the longer you’ll have to go without sex.”

That gets them moving. Kenzo scoops me up into his arms, and they take the steps two at a time, heading to his room. He throws me onto the bed where I bounce as they quickly strip. My mouth drops open at all the skin and muscles, but they don’t give me time to drool as they climb into bed, Kenzo on one side and Garrett on the other. They both try to pull me into their arms, and it starts a tug-of-war with me in the middle.

“I’m not a fucking toy, stop tugging at me like you do your cock,” I snarl, as I slip under the quilt and press my front to Garrett’s chest. I feel Kenzo press against my back, their legs and arms wrapping around me.

“If your cock so much as touches me, I’m out,” Garrett growls.

“Got it, no crossing swords,” Kenzo teases, making me giggle as I close my eyes.

“Sleep, now,” I demand.

“So fucking bossy, darling. All you need is the suit, and then you’re Ryder.”

I snort at that. “Nah, I’m smarter than him…don’t tell him that though, he’ll cane my ass.”

Garrett grins and snuggles closer. “And you would love it, baby.”

“Too fucking right, now sleep so I can have wet dreams about canes and cock.”

They both groan but quiet down, even as I feel Kenzo’s hard cock pressing against my ass. I wiggle back and push into it. He groans and nips my shoulder. “Behave.”

I huff. “I am, that was a mistake.”

“Uh-huh, you big tease.”

I mumble something about them both being wankstains, but I do eventually manage to sleep. When I wake up, I’m hot and bothered with two very hard cocks pressed against me and wandering hands gripping my legs and sliding back and forth.

“You’re cheating,” I mutter sleepily.

“The nap worked, I’m healed,” Garrett declares, stroking higher and pushing up the shirt I’m wearing.

“Me too, all healed,” Kenzo agrees, kissing across my shoulder. “So fucking healed.”

“Uh-uh, we could tear your stitches,” I protest, but not too strongly because, shit, I’m wet as hell and already aching for them. Their harsh hands and teasing lips are getting me all wound up. I almost lost them both, and since then, we haven’t been together. I’m craving their bodies as reassurance that they are really here, really alive, and don’t plan on dying on me.

“Nurse, I require you to heal me.” Kenzo grins against my skin as Garrett caresses over my knickers.

Shit.

“Me too,” Garrett murmurs. “I’ve heard the best form of treatment is with orgasms.”

I huff and try to wiggle free, but they clamp their legs around me to stop me from moving away. My hussy vagina is on team sex too, basically holding up a sign saying ‘screw me.’

“Healing,” I blurt. “Rest.”

But they ignore me, the stupid wankstains and their stupid, seductive penises. Peni? What’s the plural of penis? Oh, who the fuck cares.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, and Kenzo breathes out a laugh.

“Thank fuck.” He flips me and grabs my head, yanking my lips to his as Garrett kisses down my shoulder and slips down my thighs to part them before throwing one over Kenzo’s leg.

I rip myself away and roll to the end of the bed, raising to my knees to stare at them. They turn over and grin at me. Garrett’s arm goes behind his head, his chest muscles stretching enticingly as I run my eyes down his torso before looking to Kenzo, who’s watching me hungrily, his chest bare too. They look like two fucking Greek gods, all dark eyes and muscles, and they both watch me, waiting for me to make a move.

Two predators observing and waiting, but they should know I’m the bigger one, and I have them exactly where I want them. Wanting me, waiting for me to make a move. A viper’s game of who strikes first.

I’m Roxxane fucking Viper. They don’t say how or when. I do.

Gripping the bottom of my shirt, I smirk at them. “You want this off?”

They both nod, and Garrett releases a rumbling groan as his eyes drop to my thighs and back up my body again, making me shiver with desire. From one fucking look. It isn’t fair, the power these men have over me, but then again, I have the same power over them.