"She’s lucky I’m not hunting her down. A traitor is still a traitor, blood be damned." Once more, I tried to turn and see Anthony’s reaction to all of this, but Malice gripped me harder. "How do you feel about that decision, Juliet?"
"I don’t want her to die," I admitted. "I love her still and hope she stays away." Malice nodded.
"What about Cora?" William interrupted.
Malice didn’t look at his brother. "I’m working on it. She’s been breathing my goddamn air for far too long. It’s time for her to die." Malice’s words sent a shockwave of power and silence through the room. "No more fucking around. I want a million dollar bounty placed on her head. I don’t care who kills her or how anymore, she’s done."
"You always said you wanted to do it, though," Anthony argued.
Malice looked at me. "I’ve got more important things to worry about right now," he said softly.
"I support that," William replied. "Let’s kill the bitch."
"Well alright then. I’m in," Anthony echoed.
"Great. Put the hit out," Malice replied, as if killing her was an easy decision to make. "Next order of business," he said through gritted teeth. "I think we had a bit of a misunderstanding, Little Fighter. Tell me about it."
I straightened my spine defiantly. I knew we’d have to talk about this eventually, but I wasn’t prepared to do it in front of an audience. "You made it sound like I was just someone you were using to get to William," I explained. "It hurt."
Behind me, someone shifted in their seat, making a squeaking sound that cut through the tension of the room. "Tell me why it hurt," Malice demanded.
"I thought we were more than that," I admitted.
Malice stood up and lifted me onto the conference table, not once removing his eyes from mine. "More how, Little Fighter?" he prodded. I hated how he was pulling the truth from my teeth, I didn’t want to sound or feel foolish admitting the feelings I had for him.
"I thought we were…" He tipped his head to the side, as if to hear me better. "I thought we were possibly together…for real."
"I see. Do you remember the conversation we had when negotiating your salary?"
He reached for the hem of my shirt and lifted it slightly. With a blush, I snapped my hands down, trying to push him away. "S-stop," I protested.
"Answer my question," Malice growled.
"Yep, definitely should have brought popcorn," Anthony added. This conversation was difficult enough, I hated that William and Anthony had front row seats to the entire spectacle.
"Yes, I remember," I forced out as he ripped the fabric of my shirt and tore it from my body. Immediately, I wrapped my arms around my bare breasts and gasped.
"What did I say about knowing your worth?" Malice asked before pressing his palm to my chest and forcing me to lie down on the cool conference room table.
"You told me not to undervalue myself."
Malice tore my soft shorts off my body, baring me to the entire room. "Let me make myself perfectly clear," Malice said. "You are the most precious person in my life now. More valuable than any single possession I own. More valuable than family, than my work, than my own needs and desires. I don’t fucking make declarations of love, but when I say I own you…" He paused to unbuckle his pants and pull out his hard, pierced cock. "I mean it."
Malice slammed into me, jolting the table. I let out a scream of pleasure, and he gripped my hips, fucking me raw and unyielding. I moaned and writhed on the table, forgetting where we were and who was watching.
But not for long.
"Sit your fucking ass down. I want you to see this, William," Malice yelled, veins bulging as he reached for my nipple and pinched it. I looked up slightly and saw out of the corner of my vision that William had his hand on the doorknob and was ready to leave. "If you walk out of here, then you are nothing but a fucking coward. I let you have a taste last night because I owed you, but if you want Juliet, then you have to prove it."
I cried out as Malice pulled out, the sudden absence of him making me feel empty. He pulled me forward and flipped me on my stomach with one strong sweep of his arms. I pressed both palms into the wood, and he positioned himself at my entrance and slipped inside once more.
"You have the most perfect pussy," he moaned. "So tight. I love the way it wraps around my cock. Look at you, getting my table wet. I’m going to run my empire on this table and think only of you."
I shuddered when he reared back and slapped my ass. It was a shocking sort of pain that made my eyes fill with hot tears. I lifted up and locked eyes with William. He looked horrified by what was happening, but also frozen to the spot.
I licked my lips and mouthed the only thing I knew that would help. "I love you."
After a few breaths, he moved back to his seat and sat down to watch the spectacle.
I took every inch of Malice and turned my head to see Anthony, who was leaning close to me, trying to get as close as possible. Sweat dripped down my brow, and that building pleasure started to rise inside of me. Anthony licked his lips and adjusted his pants before reaching out to touch me.
"No!" Malice yelled before jerking me off the table and forcing me to stand on shaky legs in front of him. I wanted him inside of me again. Malice wrapped his arms around me and started flicking, pinching, and rolling my clit while he glared over my shoulder at his brothers. "Juliet is mine. If you touch her, it’s on my terms. If you have her, it’s because I’m gracious enough to share. Every kiss, every fuck, every word that comes out of her mouth, every thought in her beautiful mind is mine. If you want even a sliver of her time or affection, you understand that right here, right now."
I moaned and sobbed, the pleasure was too much. He was working me fast and hard. My legs trembled, and he was the only thing keeping me upright.
"I understand," Anthony said immediately. Through the haze of my pleasure, I looked to him. His eyes were heavy with lust. Though the table was hiding most of him, I could see that he was moving his hand over his lap, the jerky strokes were impossible to miss.
Malice spun me around and kissed me. It was this intense, open-mouthed deviant sort of kiss. Sloppy and coated with slobber and my tears. He wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed in a threatening way. With my body pressed to his and the smell of smoke settling between us, I got high on the overwhelming sensations. He kissed me for a long while; it was devotion, it was damning.
When he pulled away, my pulse was roaring so loudly that I almost didn’t hear William speak.
"I understand," he whispered, soft and defeated.
I didn’t turn around to face him. William needed the full effect of his decision. I loved all of them, but I belonged to Malice. He lifted me up and walked me over to the wall. With my legs wrapped around his waist, Malice slid inside of me and started fucking me right there, his impressive strength keeping us both upright as he slammed in and out of me.
"Fuck!" he screamed. "Take that cock. I can’t wait to see my cum seeping out of your pussy."
I slammed my head back on the wall and dug my nails into the back of his neck. Harder, faster. I panted and whimpered on every thrust. Yes, yes, yes…