CHAPTER 76: WON’T GET RID OF US

Keith’s POV

I felt my pride crack, a sharp, hot sensation in my chest. This woman was sitting there, looking at us with suspicious eyes, and I could barely contain the fury simmering under my skin.

She came to this place, dressed like that, and her grand plan was to use it as a weapon against us? To make us so disgusted we’d let her go?

Who did she think she was fooling? The audacity was staggering.

And Kieran, the idiot, was eating it up. I could feel the amusement rolling off him, could see the way he leaned in, playing his part as the charming, understanding stranger.

He wanted her to keep up this ridiculous charade. Why? For the sport of it? To see how far she’d go?

Then I heard her voice, small and uncertain. "This seems too good to be true."

Nothing about this situation is "good" for you. You’re playing with fire, and you have no idea who you’re burning.

Kieran smoothly handed her another glass. "Why does it feel too good to be true?" he purred, his voice a practiced lure. "Are you nervous? Because this is your first time in a situation like this?"

She took the drink, her fingers trembling slightly. "I want to agree, but... I don’t know any of you. I’ve never even seen your faces. It’s just... being security conscious."

"Would you really want to know who we are?" Kieran countered, leaning closer. "Wouldn’t that ruin the thrill? Do you think you could ever look your ’personal entertainers’ in the eye outside of this room?"

She shook her head, a dazed look on her face. "I... I suppose not. That makes sense. But this still feels... unrealistic."

I’d had enough. I drained the amber liquid in my glass, the burn doing nothing to cool my temper. I set the empty glass down with a sharp click, the sound cutting through Kieran’s seductive nonsense.

I strode over to where she sat, my shadow falling over her.

She looked up, her eyes wide. I saw the nervous fear she should rightly feel, but beneath it, a flicker of something else—excitement. Anticipation. It fueled my anger and a darker, more possessive part of me I refused to name.

I didn’t like this game. I didn’t like Kieran’s methods. But I was in it now.

I dropped to my knees before her. I placed my hands on her knees and pushed them apart, opening her to me. A soft, nervous whimper escaped her lips, but she didn’t push me away.

Leaning in close, my mask just inches from her face, I let my voice drop to a low, challenging growl. "Do you want to refuse this?" I asked, the words a direct threat and a promise. "Do you want to refuse me in this position?"

I watched her carefully—the way her breath hitched, how her fingers trembled slightly despite her attempts to seem unaffected.

Pathetic.

And yet... intriguing.

"I..I don’t have money to pay for your...services." She stammered.

As if that mattered. As if we would ever let something as trivial as money dictate what we took from her.

"We have enough money," I said flatly, cutting her off before she could embarrass herself further. "You don’t need to pay a dime."

Our tech empire could get what whatever we wanted. But she didn’t need to know that—just like she didn’t need to know that the men surrounding her right now were the same ones she wanted so desperately to escape.

The irony was almost amusing.

Kieran smirked beside her while Kayden traced idle circles on her thigh—both of them enjoying this game far too much for my liking. But then again... so was I.

Why?

I didn’t enjoy games like they did, not unless they served a purpose. And yet... watching Eleanor squirm under our attention stirred something dark inside me—something possessive and impatient.

One of the thin straps of her dress was getting loose. My fingers twitched with the urge to snap it entirely.

"Surely there’s something you want from us," I said coolly. "Isn’t there?"

Kayden’s hand slid higher up her thigh while Kieran nipped at her ear—testing boundaries.

She should be terrified.

But instead? That flush on her skin wasn’t just fear—it was arousal. That’s good. No one reject us. We reject then. and when we do? It ruins them. She won’t get rid of us at all.

Not now.

Not ever.

And by the time I will be done with her?

She will beg for more—even after I throw her away.

I took the glass she was holding, setting it aside with a deliberate calmness that contrasted sharply with the storm brewing inside me. Her hand trembled in mine as I brought it to my lips, my eyes locked on hers.

"Do you permit me?" I asked, my voice low and smooth, dripping with a sensuality that masked the darker intent beneath. "Do you finally surrender to us? Yield to our desires? Let us worship your body, devour every inch of you, even when you’re trembling, begging for more?"

Her breath hitched, her cheeks flushing as she nodded, barely able to form the word. "Yeah."

That single word was all I needed.

I took one of her delicate fingers into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it in slow, deliberate circles. Her body shuddered, and I could feel the effort she was making to suppress the moan threatening to escape her lips.

Beside her, Kieran and Kayden weren’t wasting any time. Their mouths were on her neck, teeth grazing her skin, leaving faint marks that would linger long after this moment.

My free hand pressed firmly against her thigh, holding her steady as I continued to suck on her finger, savoring the taste of her skin.

Her arousal scent hit me. It was sweet, intoxicating, wild. It was irresistible, and my wolf stirred inside me, growling its approval.

Her hands were so delicate. I didn’t want to hold them too tightly, didn’t want to break her. But the way she was responding, the way her body trembled under our touch, made me wonder...

Could she really not be lying about being out fated mate?

I’m here, kneeling before her, her trembling body laid bare under our hands, her scent flooding my senses. Doubt began to creep into the edges of my mind.

Is she really the deceptive, manipulative woman I’ve convinced myself she is?

And that’s when the realization hit me. This position should be a trigger. It should drag me back to that dark place, to the memories of being on my knees, forced to serve, to please, my body and will not my own.

With Scarlet, even the barest hint of intimacy felt like a chain, her touch a brand that seared me with the memory of ownership.

But with Eleanor... it’s different. The power here feels reversed. It feels... chosen. The control is in my hands, and the trust in her whimper isn’t a cage; it’s a surrender I find myself wanting to accept, not exploit. This doesn’t feel like my past. It feels like a future I never dared imagine.

I pushed those thoughts away, burying them deep where they couldn’t ruin this moment. All that mattered now was her—her arousal, her whimpers, the way her body reacted to us.

I released her finger with a soft pop, my lips curling into a smirk as I leaned in closer. "I can already smell your desire," I murmured, my voice thick with hunger. Her face was a mix of arousal and embarrassment, and it only fueled the fire burning inside me.

My brothers were no better. Their eyes were locked on her, their expressions filled with the same addictive intent I felt.

The strap of her dress finally let loose, slipping down her shoulder, and for a moment, she panicked.

Her hand shot up to cover herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But Kayden was quick to act, his fingers deftly retying the strap.

He met her gaze, his expression calm but intense, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. The desire to stay warring with the need to leave.

"Your friends are probably wondering what’s taking so long," I said, my voice calm but laced with an edge of authority. "We’ll let you go. For now. But whenever you want us, you make the call. And when we want you here, you come. Understood?"

Her eyes met mine, wide and unsure, but she nodded. "Yes,"

Of course, Kieran had the contracts ready-safety agreements, boundaries, all the legalities. The charming bastard had probably drafted them the moment we’d left the club after our first encounter with her, just waiting for an opportunity to slide them in front of her.

And now, the opportunity had arrived, perfectly packaged in her own desperate scheme. I watched him, the smile practically audible in his voice as he explained to her that the club always kept such documents on hand for private sessions, a smooth lie to ensure she wouldn’t suspect this was all a carefully laid trap.

His eyes met mine through his mask, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. And as much as I didn’t fully support the deception, I couldn’t deny the brutal truth: it was benefiting me, too. So I stayed silent, watching her hand hover over the page before she signed, sealing her own fate in the most unexpected way.

When she finally left the club, the air felt heavier, charged with the tension of what had just transpired.

And yet, as much as I want to lose myself in her, I know this is temporary. When we’re satisfied, when the hunger is sated, we’ll go our separate ways.