Riley's POV

I swallowed hard, knowing the smart thing, the sane thing, the Riley-Grayson-CEO thing, was to turn around and walk out of this club right now.

Walk away from the three men who looked at me like I was already naked on their bedsheets.

Walk away from the revenge that tasted like honey on my tongue.

So I turned.

One step. That was all I managed to take before a hand clamped around my wrist, large, hot, unforgiving, and yanked me back so hard I stumbled, my heel catching on nothing. My vision tilted as my back hit the wall of a narrow hallway that led to God knows where. The bass from the club thudding through the plaster.

The grey-eyed one was suddenly in front of me, caging me with his body. His scent slammed into me: leather and something deadly that made my knees want to fold.

"What-" My voice cracked. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer. He just stared down at me, his pupils blown wide until only a thin ring of storm-grey remained.

The hallway lights flickered over the sharp cut of his cheekbones.

"What do you say to our offer, Riley?" His voice was quiet.

I tried to pull my wrist free, but his grip only tightened, his fingers pressing over my pulse that was racing.

"No...I-I don't want this," I managed, the lie tasting like ash. "That my marriage is open does not mean that I can fuck just anyone."

His eyes flashed into actual molten silver, bleeding into the grey, and the air around us dropped ten degrees. Behind him, the other two rose from the booth. No one in the club looked over. No one dared.

"Just anyone?" he repeated, soft and venomous. He stepped closer, and I stepped back, my spine meeting the cold wall. Another step. Another. Until his chest brushed mine and I had nowhere left to go.

His head dipped closer, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. "If I decided to start right now," he whispered, breath hot on my face, "I'd punish that mouth of yours first. I'd make you kneel on this dirty floor and choke on me until you forgot how to say no."

Heat flooded me so fast I swayed. My thighs clenched involuntarily, shame and want tangling into something vicious. I hated that my body answered him. Hated that I even painted the picture in my head.

"Get away from me," I hissed, but it came out breathless and broken.

He laughed, low and mean. "You want this. I can already feel it."

From behind, the amber-eyed one spoke, voice cruel. "Look at her eyes, Cane. Little human's soaked already, and we've barely touched her."

The third one with silver eyes and the coldest leaned against the opposite wall, his arms folded, watching me intently. "She still thinks she has a choice," he said, almost bored. "Adorable"

Cane? So that was his name, dragged his nose along my jaw, inhaling like he was memorizing my scent. "Tell me again you're not interested," he murmured. "One more time, and we'll bend you over that table in front of everyone in this club. I'll make sure they all see exactly how boring you're not, Riley."

My breath hitched. A tear slipped free from my face, grief, rage, lust, I didn't know anymore. He caught it with his thumb and swiped it off.

"Ethan took something from you today," the amber-eyed one said, stepping closer. His voice was gentle but cold. "Your son. Your dignity. Your illusions. Let us take something back for you."

I shook my head, but it felt weak. "Why? Why do you want to help me get back at him?"

Cane was slow. "Because taking what he threw away," he said, voice low enough to cut, "is the only thing that will make destroying him feel good."

The silver-eyed one finally moved, crowding in on my left until I was trapped between three walls of their muscle and heat and threat. He didn't touch me, but his voice slid down my spine like ice water.

"We share everything, Riley. Territory. Women. Especially women who walk in here wrecking with heartbreak, asking to be ruined."

My knees actually buckled, and he caught my other wrist, pinning both arms above my head against the wall with one hand. The stretch burned as Cane's thighs shoved between my legs, forcing them apart, the fabric of my dress sliding up high.

"Say it," Cane growled against my throat. "Tell us you accept the offer and want this."

"I-" The word fractured on my throat. Ethan's voice echoed in my skull [You're boring, pathetic, a walking tragedy]. I closed my eyes and saw Wendy bent over his desk, heard my baby's last heartbeat on the monitor.

Something inside me snapped a second time today."Fuck you," I whispered.

Kain's grip turned brutal. "Wrong answer."

"No," I said louder, meeting his eyes. "Fuck him. Fuck Ethan. Use me. Ruin me. Make me forget."

Silence dropped between us, a hard and heavy silence. Then the three of them smiled viciously.

And just immediately, Cane's mouth crashed into mine without warning, with no softness at all, no permission, just possession. His teeth scraped my lower lip until I tasted blood. His tongue forced its way in, claiming every corner like he was marking territory. I whimpered into him, hating how desperately I kissed him back.

The silver-eyed one slid his hand up my thigh, under the hem of my dress, his fingers tracing the edge of my lace pants that's already soaked through. "Jesus Christ," he muttered against my neck. "She's dripping for us."

He still held my wrists, his free hand coming up to fist in my hair, wrenching my head back so Cane could devour my throat.

I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered. My dead son's face flickered behind my eyes. Ethan laughed while he fucked my best friend. The open marriage I'd thrown at him.

I looked at the three men who could destroy me more thoroughly than Ethan ever had.

And I said the words that burned my soul to ash."Take me."

Cane's eyes flared darker. The other one released my wrist only for Cane to hoist me up by the thighs, slamming my back harder against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. I felt him, his huge, rigid bulge pressing against me through his jeans, and a panicked moan escaped me as he looked at me intently.

"Not here, Cane," The other one said, voice rough with restraint. "Private room. Now."

Cane released my hair as the cold air rushed in where his body had been, but he didn't put me down. He simply turned and carried me deeper into the hallway like I weighed nothing, my dress rucked up to my hips, my panties exposed to anyone who dared look.

But no one did

Cane kicked open a door at the end of the hall and said, "When we're done with you, we'll send you back to him so thoroughly claimed he'll smell us on you for weeks and know exactly who owns you now."

Riley's POV

Before I could speak, I felt my back hit the door, then a wall. The hallway was dim, the air thick with heat and anticipation. Hands gripped me as their lips crashed into mine. I gasped into the kiss, my legs wrapping around one of them on instinct.

Everything was a blur of motion and heat. Their bodies surrounded mine-pressing and pulling and claiming me roughly. I didn't know who had me pinned, only that my body recognized their touch, and it set me on fire.

Their fingers slid under my dress, brushing the inside of my thigh. I jolted, moaning softly as my hips rolled forward. The cold one lifted me, his hands firm under my thighs, carrying me across the room like I weighed nothing.

He dropped himself onto a chair, dragging me down onto his lap, my dress riding up. The others were right there watching and waiting. One reached behind my back and unhooked my bra with ease, letting it fall to the floor as the cool air hit my skin, but I didn't feel shy. I felt proud and desired.

The man beneath me undid his belt slowly, his eyes locked on mine. The clink of the buckle sent shivers down my spine as he pushed his jeans down. I froze for a heartbeat as my breath caught.

He was thick. Hard and very ready.

His hand slid between us, guiding himself against me as I arched into him, my body already aching. And then he pressed in.

The stretch pulled a low moan from my throat. I clutched at his shoulders, trying to catch my breath, every nerve in me buzzing as his hands gripped my waist, guiding me slowly as I moved slowly, deep, hungry.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough at my ear. "Just like that, Ethan doesn't know what he let go."

I gasped, rocking against him. Heat curled low in my belly. The other two drew closer, their hands brushing my sides, my thighs, their presence overwhelming. I was surrounded. Owned. And for the first time in months-maybe years-I felt wanted.

Truly and dangerously wanted.

Before I could catch my breath, they pressed closer to my body as one took my left hand, the other my right, guiding my fingers around their hard, thick lengths that were slick with precum.

Their skin was hot under my palms, veins pulsing with life. I started moving my hands slowly, matching the rhythm of the man buried deep inside me.

His hips jerked sharply, and I gasped as a rush of pleasure tore through me. The piercings on his cock scraped deliciously against my walls, making me shiver. His groan was low and rough, vibrating through me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, holding me still so every inch of him pressed in. "You're dripping for us, aren't you?"

I bit my lip, nodding, my breath coming faster. The other two moaned into my hands, their hips twitching as I quickened my pace, my nails digging lightly into their skin.

"You like this, huh? Taking all three of us like the little sexy slut you are," the amber-eyed man whispered into my ear, his breath hot and intoxicating.

His words lit a fire inside me. I leaned in, gripping harder, my eyes closed as the pleasure rose.

The dark grey-eyed man pressed against my back, sliding a hand down to cup my breast as his thumb circled my nipple, sending sharp sparks through me.

"Gods~~ Riley," he murmured, voice thick and rough. "You're taking us so well."

I choked out a breath. "Y-yes," I moaned, barely able to speak.

The amber-eyed man moved behind me, his breath tickling my neck. "You're going to beg us, aren't you? Beg to have all of us."

I shivered as his fingers trailed over my skin, his nails teasing just enough to sting. My body trembled under the storm of sensation.

"I want it all," I said, voice shaky but sure. "Take me. All of you. Make me forget everything."

The man beneath me gripped my hips tight, pulling me higher as he drove deeper and more steadily. Every pulse in me fired up, every inch of me alive with heat.

"That's right, ride me, baby," he growled, thick with need. "Show me you're not his boring wife."

I pushed back hard, feeling him fill me, each thrust sending waves after waves of pleasure. My hands stroked the other two, their bodies trembling under my touch.

They moved with me, their hands exploring every curve of my body, every inch. The amber-eyed man pressed his mouth to my neck, biting it softly.

Cane slid a hand between my legs, his fingers slipping inside me while I stroked their cocks. The mix of sensations made me dizzy.

They didn't hesitate as the cold one's hips thrust harder, the piercings scraping inside me with every movement. The other two pressed closer, their hands exploring me more. Their breaths were hot against me.

"Fuck, you feel so damn good," the cold one growled, his voice rough. "I want to hear you scream our names. Want to know them, huh?"

I threw my head back, gasping as he drove deeper and faster. "Oh God, yes. Please, harder. Don't stop."

He wasn't slowing down. He pulled me down onto him harder, even more, gripping my hips like I was his.

I was lost-burning with need, caught in the heat, the touch, the filthy words filling the room.

"Come for us," the dark-eyed man whispered close, squeezing my breast. "Let us hear you scream."

I didn't have to be told twice. The pleasure crashed over me at once, shaking me to the core.

They held me up, their bodies warm and slick against mine. The room echoed with heavy breaths and the sounds of our skin sliding up and down in KPA. KPA. KPA

Then the cold one's voice cut through the haze, hot and teasing. "You want to know our names, right? You'll be moaning them as we fuck you-all at once this time."

"I'm Gunnar."

He nodded to the others. "That's Caden," he said, pointing to the lean one, "and this is Cane, I guess you already know."

I blinked, trying to take it all in. Those names... I'd heard them before.

Gunnar's eyes sparkled. "You know the CCG brothers, don't you?"

My breath caught. "Wait... you're not the infamous CCG Alphas of Crescent Hollow, right?" I asked, hoping it wasn't true. Hoping it wasn't what I was thinking.

The dangerous biker Alphas everyone whispered about? No way. No fucking way!

They smirked, enjoying my shock.

Gunnar's voice dropped, warning in every word. "Yeah, that's us."

My heart pounded. Questions swirled in my head. What was I doing here? Ethan always talked about them-they were his close friends. How had I missed it? Had I had too much to drink?

Desire and dread battled inside me.

Gunnar's voice snapped me back, low and commanding as he thrust harder into me.

"And I'm sure you know the most interesting part, Riley? We're Ethan's best friends. Which makes your little open marriage... very perfect."