Veiled Submission

My phone burned in my hand like a live wire. The mysterious message glowed on the screen: *I know what you did last night, Nova Kane. And I know exactly who you're with. We need to talk... before they find out the truth about your father.*

Kairo's fingers froze against my bare pussy, his icy blue eyes narrowing dangerously. "Nova?"

The car idled in front of his towering Manhattan penthouse. Zane leaned closer, his playful smile fading as he sensed the shift. Draco's massive frame tensed beside me.

I forced a shaky smile, quickly locking the phone. "Nothing. Just... work."

Kairo didn't buy it. His hand slid higher, two fingers pressing firmly against my clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made my hips twitch despite the panic clawing at my chest. "Lying already, little spy? That's not how this works."

A soft whimper escaped me as fresh wetness coated his fingers. Even terrified, my body responded to his touch like it was made for him. Zane cupped my breast through the silk robe, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp.

"Tell us," Zane murmured against my neck, voice deceptively sweet, "or we'll edge you right here until you're begging."

Draco's large hand wrapped around my throat from behind-not squeezing, just a possessive hold that grounded me and sent heat flooding between my legs. "We can smell your fear, baby. Talk."

The truth sat heavy on my tongue, but I swallowed it. Not yet. Not when I still didn't know who sent that message or what they wanted.

"It's nothing important," I whispered, voice breathy as Kairo's fingers kept working my clit in torturous circles. Pleasure built fast, mixing with the guilt twisting my stomach.

Kairo's eyes darkened. "Wrong answer."

He plunged two fingers deep inside me without warning. I cried out, back arching against Draco's chest as he fucked me slowly with those long digits, curling perfectly against my G-spot. Zane captured my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing my moans while Kairo's thumb circled my swollen clit faster.

"Come for us," Kairo commanded, voice low and rough. "Right now."

The orgasm hit me hard and sudden. My pussy clenched around his fingers, juices soaking his hand as waves of pleasure ripped through me. I moaned into Zane's mouth, trembling violently between the three of them.

They didn't stop until I was limp and panting.

Only then did Kairo withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean with deliberate slowness. "Better. But we'll continue this conversation upstairs."

The driver opened the door. Draco carried me inside the private elevator like I weighed nothing, my robe barely covering me. The moment the doors closed, Zane dropped to his knees, pushed the robe aside, and buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue licked me clean with long, greedy strokes while the elevator climbed. I gripped his hair, moaning loudly as aftershocks of pleasure made my legs shake. Kairo watched with dark satisfaction. Draco held me steady, kissing my neck softly.

By the time we reached the penthouse, I was dripping again, heart racing with lust and lingering fear.

They carried me straight to the master bedroom - a massive space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The silver collar around my neck felt heavier than ever.

Kairo laid me on the huge bed. "Strip. Completely."

I obeyed, sliding the robe off with trembling hands until I was naked before them. The three men undressed slowly, revealing hard, sculpted bodies and thick cocks already leaking with need.

Zane climbed onto the bed first, pulling me on top of him so I straddled his hips. "Ride me, beautiful. Show us how much you want this."

I sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion, moaning as he filled me completely. The stretch was perfect. I started moving, rolling my hips, chasing the pleasure that made everything else fade.

Kairo moved behind me, pressing his chest to my back. Slick fingers circled my ass before one pushed inside, then two, stretching me open while I rode Zane.

Draco knelt beside us, feeding his cock into my mouth. I sucked him eagerly, lost in the rhythm of being used by all three.

Pleasure built fast again. Zane thrust up hard. Kairo added a third finger in my ass. I moaned around Draco's length, tears of overwhelming sensation slipping down my cheeks.

Just as I was about to come, Kairo leaned in, voice dark against my ear.

"Now tell us the truth, Nova. Who messaged you?"

My orgasm crashed over me before I could answer, body convulsing as I came hard around Zane's cock. But the moment the pleasure peaked, Kairo pulled his fingers out and stopped moving.

They held me there - right on the edge of another release - eyes locked on mine, waiting.

My phone buzzed again on the bedside table, the sound cutting through the heavy breathing like a blade.

Zane reached for it first.