Corporate Plaything

People said the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Anna Vincent realized the irony when she finally saw Justin Martel for the first time for a job interview. She sat in a piece of modern art contraption that was supposed to be a chair and mourned in silence at how fate loved playing her cruel jokes. Here she was, doing what her father did, which had ultimately put him in the hot seat.

Her old man was a computer whiz, a loving father, and the only family she had. A decent, good man his whole life until his friend lured him into a get-rich-quick scheme. The friend turned out to be a cyber-mobster and the scam was intended to extort her father into an even bigger scam. To add insult to injury, the syndicate had also blackmailed her too, to play spy in order to get ‘a secret formula’ from the Martel brothers just because she was also a prodigy with any machine that had a CPU in it.

If her father was a lousy hacker, then why did the syndicate think she’d be good at playing corporate spy? Anyhow, she didn’t have a choice. With his health problems, her father wouldn’t survive in jail.

Anna glanced furtively at her interviewer and his brother Raphael who sat near the window. Raphael did nothing but ogle her after she was seated. It was unnerving.

Minutes passed in silence as Justin pored over her résumé. Anna had seen his photos plastered across the tabloids and magazines in recent years, and she had to admit he looked even better in person. He and his two brothers had recently been crowned as the sexiest men alive and they all lived up to the title. Their mouth-watering beauty bordered on unreal.

According to her source, the Martels’ publicist had insisted that being indistinguishable triplets might not be the best campaign tactic since they wanted to sell their individual personalities to the public. And so, to tell the brothers apart from one another, the publicist suggested they wear colored contacts. Justin would be the one with violet eyes, Raphael with blue, and Matt stayed with their natural eye color of deep sea green.

As Anna studied Justin closely, she thought those gorgeous irises of his looked as if they were his natural ones. His large, almond-shaped eyes were shielded with dark, lush lashes that complimented his refined features and sensuous lips. His lightly tanned skin looked like caramel tempered in sunshine.

Anna unconsciously swallowed, pushing away the thought of licking him to see if he was as delicious as he looked. A burst of shame surfaced afterward. What am I doing? She pinched herself hard. Focus. Get the job.

She’d heard that Justin and his brothers were notorious Casanovas. Falling for these sex fiends was the last thing she should do.

Justin peered at her from above the edge of the papers then set them down carefully. “You have an impressive résumé, Miss Vincent. However…”

Her heart sank as he continued.

“…we’re not looking for someone of your calibre at the moment.”

Her hope shattered into pieces. She thought of her father who would have to spend the rest of his life in jail just because he was naive enough not to know that helping his friend recover access to some misplaced bank accounts was equal to larceny.

Her father had been duped. With the evidence in their hands, the syndicate had threatened Anna. If she was unwilling to do their dirty job, they would turn her father over to the Feds. Those bank accounts her father had hacked belonged to the US government. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that kind of crime carried a hefty punishment. And getting a job at the Martel design house was the only way to buy her father’s freedom.

Now, how was she supposed to get her hands on that formula if she couldn’t get close to one of the brothers? Anna unconsciously twisted her fingers until they were all white, thinking that perhaps she might still be able to salvage the situation. “If I may ask, sir, what kind of qualification do you expect for this personal assistant vacancy?”

That earned her a wolfish smile from Justin. If he looked like a reserved young businessman before, now he looked like a big, bad wolf that couldn’t wait to eat her whole in one bite.

He drummed his long, tapered fingers on the glassy surface of his desk, and his gaze bore down on her with such intensity that all of a sudden, she felt the air around her thinning. She felt as if she were falling under the spell of his hypnotic eyes.

“Let me ask you something. How did you find out about this job anyway? As I recall, my brothers and I were just joking to our colleague that we need our own personal assistant.”

“From Marian Bancroft’s secretary, sir.” Bancroft was the Martels’ publicist. The syndicate had ordered her to approach Bancroft to see if she could get Anna close to the Martels. When Bancroft’s secretary mentioned that the brothers needed a personal assistant to manage their busy schedule, Anna jumped on it as her chance to get into the Martels’ lair.

“Ah.” Justin leaned back in his chair. He glanced at his brother, Raphael, who was sitting near the window, and traded a conspiratory grin.

Unlike Justin, with his clean-cut hair and meticulously crisp expensive suit, Raphael was the true personification of the bad boy image. His onyx hair fell just below his ears and the muscle tee he wore revealed the perfect body underneath.

Anna had seen him dressed only in his underwear in one of the gossip magazine’s shots. His sex appeal made her dizzy. Rumor had it he could make a woman wet in five seconds flat.

“Actually, we’re looking for a different type of personal assistant,” Justin announced.

“Oh, for God’s sake, just tell her the truth.” Raphael rose from his seat and stalked over to her with the gait of a predator. He sat on Justin’s desk and cast her a smile that rivaled his brother’s. “We’re looking for a fuck doll. A plaything. Someone to manage our personal life and also warm our bed.”

Fuck doll? Plaything? Warm their bed? Those words! Were they even possible to be strung together in the same sentence without sugar-coating the perverseness in their actual meaning? Fire burned in her cheeks when Raphael’s words fully sank into her brain.

“Of course, we’re prepared to offer the right candidate a generous compensation,” Justin added, slipping into his businessman’s persona again.

Anna gulped hard. “How much money are we talking here?”

“Two million dollars for a one-year contract. All expenses paid. Wardrobe and accessories to polish your image to fit our standard would also be provided. Also, medical benefits and the possibility of a generous year-end bonus if your performance meets our expectations.”

Good lord. That was a whole freaking lot of money. Her father had been promised fifty grand to help his friend-turned-syndicate, and he’d done it because she was having trouble paying off her student loans. College was so damned expensive nowadays. “I-I really need this job.” Anna managed an excuse, which wasn’t far from the truth. “I need the money to pay my debts.”

Justin and Raphael grinned in symphony.

Somehow, the image of two big, bad wolves and she as the juicy meat they couldn’t wait to sink their teeth into flashed in her mind.

“Are you saying you’re interested in being our fuck doll, Miss Vincent?” Justin asked her to the point.

She froze. Could she do this? She wasn’t sexually adventurous. A prude, her friends had called her. In all her twenty-six years of her life, she had only slept with one man—her high-school boyfriend. And it hadn’t been as exciting as her friends had clamored about, either. Sex was highly overrated.

Anna sucked in her breath and answered bravely. “Y-yes.”

“Are you sure?” Justin asked again. Maybe he’d noticed the hesitation in her voice.

Anna made up her mind. “I need this job, Mr. Martel.” And that formula. She then realized something that made her self-confidence slide down a few notches. “But I suppose you’d be looking for a pretty girl for this position.”

“Now, now. Why do you have such a low opinion of yourself?”

Justin’s answer surprised her.

“We’re looking for a certain quality in our candidate,” he continued.

“What kind of quality?”

“Would you like to take the test?”

Anna couldn’t imagine what kind of test these men had in mind. Knowing their infamous reputation, she was sure it wouldn’t involve algebra or world history. The Martels were notorious players. And being the walking, talking, wet dreams they were, any woman they set their eyes on was rumored to fall easily into their bed.

“Y-yes,” she answered.

Justin contemplated for a second. “Ralph?”

Raphael winked. “I’ll get Matt.” He went out and came back a few minutes later.

Anna slipped into uneasiness when she caught Matt’s eyes. He was absolutely different than his flirtatious brothers. Her first impression about him was that this man was dangerous. His hawk-like stare seemed to penetrate her deepest soul and expose what she really was. A sliver of panic started to creep into her mind. Could he see through her deception? The very reason she strayed into these sex fiends’ lair?

Matt sauntered behind his brother’s desk and folded his arms in front of his chest. Like Justin, he was also dressed in an impeccably neat business suit. But there was a warrior aura plastered all over him. He had this lush, raven hair that was so long, it draped over his shoulders, behind his back, and stopped just below his elbows. If he traded his suit with leather pants and a broadsword, he would look like the stereotypical barbarians from the cheesy romance covers.

“This is Miss Anna Vincent and she wants to take the test. What do you think, Matt?” Justin asked his opinion.

“Frumpy.”

Goddamn. That man wouldn’t make his future wife happy if he couldn’t tell a little white lie.

Matt came to her side. “What’s up with these glasses?” He plucked them off her nose before she could shout a protest.

“I-I can’t see well without my glasses.”

“Get contacts.” Matt’s eyes narrowed as he examined her clothes. “Are you a librarian?”

“N-no.”

“A school teacher?”

“No.”

“A government worker?”

“No.” Irritation sliced through her. “What is this all about?”

“You have a terrible sense of fashion.”

Figures. She’d momentarily forgotten whom she was speaking to. Not everybody could afford the Martels’ two-thousand-dollar women’s suits. Hers came from a discount store and that was the only thing she could afford.

“Take your clothes off,” Matt ordered.

“Excuse me?”

Justin piped in this time. “Do you still want to take the test?”

“Y-yes.”

“Well then.”

Why, of course. No algebra or world history trivia. She should have known. Anna swallowed a lungful of air as her stomach coiled in a tight knot. I can do this. Just pretend they are all potted plants. Dumb potted plants.

She rose from her seat like a zombie and half-heartedly shrugged off her tweed jacket. Three pair of eyes scrutinized her every move. Her hands trembled when she unbuttoned her shirt, one by one. Their gaze intensified, she could swear they started searing her skin.

Anna paused before she pulled her shirt off. She didn’t dare look around to see their reaction. She was beyond embarrassed. The last time she’d removed her clothes in front of a man was with her high-school boyfriend. Ned had got so excited as soon as she took her clothes off, he’d jumped on her before she could shed her panties down her ankles properly and humped her vigorously for twenty seconds before it was all over. Now, Anna remembered why she thought sex was highly overrated.

“White cotton bra,” Matt commented with disdain in his voice. “How dreadful.”

“I think it’s kind of cute,” Raphael noted.

“Does it match your panties?” Matt wanted to know. He wriggled his finger and motioned her to lose the skirt.

Anna wanted to ask if he wore matching underwear with his undershirt, too. On second thought, he probably did. Damn designer. She unhooked the clasp on the back of her skirt and pulled the zipped down. The dull, grey tweed skirt pooled around her ankles.

Matt shook his head. “Black bikini?”

Anna scolded him. “Well, excuse me. If I knew my job interview would include stripping, I would’ve put on something presentable.”

Raphael laughed. “I like her. She’s got spunk.”

“We’re not looking for a spunky girl. We want a fuck doll.” Matt’s jaw hardened.

Anna caught Matt’s warning. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Take your undergarments off. Your stockings too.”

This time, Anna obeyed him without a peep. Her father’s future depended on her. She must get this job no matter what it took. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra and removed it. When she slid her panties down to her ankles, she was determined to win whatever test or game these triplets were playing.

She took off her thigh highs and stood straight, chest puffed out, face blank like a marine facing his commanding officer—her shame forgotten.

Matt’s eyes caught hers. “She’s beautiful,” he noted to Justin. “I like her better without clothes.”

Wait, he was supposed to criticize that her breasts were too small for her frame or her hips were too big like a damned tavern’s footstool. She wasn’t known for her beauty. Her brain was her best attribute. Why did he compliment her? Anna unconsciously scowled at Matt.

He held his gaze evenly. “What’s the matter? If you were our plaything, you’d spend most of your time unclothed.”

Yowza.

“Come here.” Justin pushed his chair back and motioned to the empty space in front of him. “Sit on my desk and present yourself to us.”

It took her a couple of seconds to digest his order. As if being naked wasn’t enough, they wanted to see her privates as well.

Anna hoisted herself onto Justin’s desk, sitting on her neatly printed résumé and spread her legs.

Justin took each of her feet and planted them on his chair’s armrests. His gaze skittered from the curls at the juncture of her thighs and darted up, meeting her eyes. “You’re naturally blonde?” He sounded incredulous. “Why did you dye your hair black?”

“Because black is the new blonde?” Anna had dyed her hair as part of her cover. She’d read somewhere that spies usually changed their appearance dramatically each time they were on a mission. Anna thought the dark hair would give her a more elegant, mysterious look. Her platinum hair always made people mistake her for a dumb blonde.

“We’ll do something about it if she passes the test,” Matt decided.

The test. Her heart dropped to her guts.

Justin stroked her ankle as if she was his beloved pet. “Are you good in bed, Miss Vincent?”

Anna cringed.

“No? When was the last time you had sex?”

“I, um. A long time ago.”

“How long?” Matt asked, curious.

She wanted to lie, but Matt looked like one of those people who could just tell if someone fibbed. “High school, I think.”

Justin arched his lush eyebrows. “Are you a virgin?”

“Heavens, no.”

“Being a virgin isn’t something you need to be ashamed of.”

“B-but I’m not.”

Justin paused, considering. “We want you to pleasure yourself to completion, Miss Vincent.”

“What?”

“That’s the test.”

Anna glared at Justin to see if he was joking. Nope. He wasn’t. Justin Martel looked dead serious. “Why on Earth do you want me to do that?”

“Simple. We want an enthusiast bedmate. Someone to match our appetites. You can tell if a woman is enthusiastic in bed by watching her pleasure herself.”

Anna exhaled a strangled breath. If she were a computer processor, she’d have a system crash about now. Her sexuality wasn’t something she liked to flaunt about. That kind of private matter should stay in the bedroom where it belonged—definitely shouldn’t be discussed out in the open or be demonstrated in public.

“What’s the matter?” Justin asked.

Her tongue felt it like had been glued to the roof of her mouth. “I-I’m not really in the mood.”

“Do you want to forfeit the test?”

“N-no. I just… Give me a few minutes.” Anna hung her head, fixing her stare at the juncture of her thighs. If she’d secretly lusted on her interviewer earlier, now the mood was gone. Being naked in front of strangers did that to her. She felt vulnerable. Exposed.

“Maybe you need a little help?” Raphael’s voice startled her. He had sneaked beside her, his lips a hairsbreadth away from her ear. He skimmed the curve of her shoulder with his hand before he tugged her face to meet his.

Anna was captivated by how blue his eyes were. The irises looked like water from the deep ocean. Pure. Powerful. Feral. And no, they didn’t look like colored contacts at all.

Ralph purred. “A little visual aid, perhaps?”

“V-visual aid?”

“Let’s play a game, shall we? I’ll show you mine, you’ll show me yours.”

“I…” Her brain imploded when she realized what he meant.

Ralph unzipped the fly on his cargo pants and freed his cock. Apparently, he was a commando type of guy, and good lord, the man was hard. When she saw him in that underwear shoot, she’d wondered what he would look like. Now, she knew. His cock was thick and long, virile, prime meat with the sole purpose to fuck and be blown.

Ralph clasped his shaft and stroked himself in languid motions. His cock pulsed. “I showed you mine. Now, it’s your turn.”

“Um.”

“Well?”

What the hell? She had already got her toes wet, might as well jump in with both feet. Anna scooted further to the middle of Justin’s desk, splaying her legs wider. She slid a hand between her thighs and thrust two fingers into her cunt. Closing her eyes, she focused on what she was doing. If I can’t come, I can fake it. I just need to make it convincing.

“We’ll know if you fake it,” Justin announced, as if he could read her mind.

Her eyes flew open. Damn. How did he know?

Justin and Matt flashed an all-knowing smile. “You’re so easy to read, Miss Vincent. We’re purveyors of carnal delight. We know when somebody’s faking an orgasm,” Justin explained.

Ralph tugged her face with his free hand. “Watch me. You obviously need help.”

Her eyes drifted to his crotch again. His cock was fully erect, hard and pulsing. Her heart pounded fast. Heat rose. She hated to admit it but the sight of him pleasuring himself turned her on. The lust pushed away her embarrassment, annoyance and the little anger she had felt earlier.

Ralph mesmerized her.

Enraptured her.

He slid his hand along his shaft, from base to top, stroking his cock with graceful motions. His eyelids lowered into a hooded state, but his gaze was as intense as ever. Those azure eyes of his looked piercing, bearing down on her, penetrating her soul to her naked, vulnerable self.

“Imagine,” he began, the satiny-rasps of his voice making her spine tingle, “that we’re in bed together, naked under the blanket, just us, nothing in between. I pull you under me and feel you all over. You shiver, but you like it so much. In fact, you beg me, you moan, you want me to taste every inch of your skin.”

The frank talk of sex sounded corny, but strangely arousing. Anna pushed her fingers deeper until the pad of her palm smashed against her vulva. Her pussy clenched, the tight rings of her muscles fluttering around her knuckles. To her surprise, she moistened luxuriously.

“Would you like that, babe? Me licking you? Tasting you?” Ralph continued, stroking himself faster. “You don’t have to twist my arm for it. Licking you all over is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Imagine how happy I am when you open your legs and beg me to lick you there. God, babe, and you’re so wet too. All that syrupy goodness as if you just can’t wait to have my mouth there.”

Anna unconsciously stroked herself harder, matching his rhythms. The aches in her pussy turned into something wickedly pleasurable. The hot, gut-deep feeling exploded in her depths, untainted morsels of ecstasy sparked like fireworks and burned everything before she could control it. She released a long stalled breath, faintly aware that her nipples had stiffened, aching like her clit as she ground and mashed her fingers in and out furiously. Her pussy made a thick, lewd sound.

“That’s exactly what I do, babe. I lick your lips. Lick your clit. Everything.” Ralph noticed her arousal. “But I still want more. I tongue-fuck you, deep and rough. I scrape you with my teeth. I suck. I bruise you, but it still isn’t enough. You need to be properly fucked. With my cock. So I could reach the part of you that my tongue can’t. Would you like that, babe?”

“Y-yes,” she replied. Caught in the brimstone that seared her alive, she finger-fucked herself faster and harder. Her muscles tensed. She wasn’t yet there, but oh so close, the aching want was maddening, it bordered on frustration. Her back arched as she looked for a deeper angle to penetrate herself, stroking to completion. Ralph’s dirty talk had burnt her.

“I get up and slide my cock along your pussy lips, bathing myself in your juice.” Ralph spat on his palm and continued jacking his dick, as fast and furious as she was. “Seeing you hot and wet like that makes me unable to control myself. I fuck you, slam my cock inside your tight pussy. I can’t believe how good you make me feel. I slam and slam again. I lose my mind. Fuck you hard as I can. I know I shouldn’t ‘cause I might hurt you, but God, I just can’t help it. I want you to come hard. I want you to scream. Come, babe. Come for me, ba—”

He hadn’t finished his sentence when it hit her. Anna climaxed hard. Her eyes widened in disbelief as a powerful force raked through her being, tearing her from the edge of her sanity. Her orgasm was so volatile when she passed its first tide, she felt as if she was clinging to a piece of lumber in the middle of giant sea storm, hoping she’d survive it. Her body quaked as tide after tide of pleasure hammered until she thought she’d lose her mind. She shut her eyes and surrendered.

God. Anna was speechless. She’d never experienced an orgasm so powerful before and it shocked her. Scared her. She wheezed out, opening her eyes.

Fuck. She’d made a puddle of wetness on Justin’s desk, flooding her printed résumé with her juices. Anna was mortified. “I-I’m s-sorry. I’ve never…”

What the hell did I just do? This is gross, embarrassing and…

“Beautiful,” Justin praised her unexpectedly. “A genuine orgasm.” To her horror, he ran his hand along her inner thigh and collected her dew right from the source. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked them with unabashed delight.

She’d never met a man who blatantly enjoyed a woman’s cum. As a matter of fact, did men really do that? Anna looked around to see if she was hallucinating. She half-expected Ralph and Matt to be disgusted with what Justin just did. She was wrong. They stared at her with fire in their eyes, as hungry as prey-deprived beasts.

Ralph let go of his cock. His hard shaft swayed as he grabbed her face and gave her a long suffocating kiss. Anna forgot her own name when he parted his lips to slide his tongue in her mouth.

The three brothers traded another conspiratory glance.

Justin beamed. “Congratulations, Miss Vincent. You’re hired.”

Ralph sank in a chair after Anna Vincent left the room to freshen herself up in the restroom. “I can’t believe it’s really her. After all these years.”

“Tell me about it.” Justin didn’t want to believe it either until he finally met her in person. When he’d tasted her juice, he’d confirmed that Anna was their mate. The scent alone wasn’t enough. He had to be sure before he and his brothers claimed Anna forever.

Chatharnak, warrior nymphs, like them could sense their mate by her scent. Justin had been in a meeting with Marian Bancroft when suddenly he’d caught the scent of their mate passing by. It took him by surprise and he jumped from his chair to hunt where the source of the scent was coming from, leaving Bancroft perplexed in mid-sentence. Then, he saw her, their predestined mate, sitting in Bancroft’s secretary’s waiting room, studiously filling out forms. She was a pretty, young thing even dressed in dull clothes and rather thick glasses, poring over a sheaf of papers as if her life depended on them.

He remembered standing by the door, restraining the urge to grab her and rip off her clothes to see if her alluring scent wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. But Justin was sure about it. There was no mistake. She was their mate, the sole reason he and his brothers had come to the surface world seven years ago. Whoever she was, she belonged to him and his brothers.

Later on, Justin found out her name was Anna Vincent and she’d come to Bancroft’s agency looking for work. Matt came up with the idea of hiring her as their double duty personal assistant in order to get her acquainted with the idea she was Azura’s future queen.

Raphael had disagreed. He wanted to claim her on the spot and bring her home to Azura. Justin favored Ralph’s idea. But after a long consideration, he realized claiming her on the spot might scare her out of her wits. Anna was a human after all.

Just like their mother.

Justin had heard stories that it had taken several long, arduous months for their father to convince their mother that she was his cevborn, bonded mate. Like them, their father had gone to the surface world for his mate and had kidnapped their mother as soon as he found her. It wasn’t a secret that their mother had a hard time accepting her fate. Having to live among the humans for the past several years, Justin understood the human’s mind-set. Especially that most of them didn’t believe nymphs were real. Let alone understood the fact that sometimes, those otherworldly beings needed human mates in order to survive and further their line.

Justin nodded. “I thought the Sabian Seer had advised us out of pity. I didn’t think we would find her here. To be honest, I’d started losing faith.”

After years of fruitless searching for their mate in the Netherworld, their father arranged a meeting with a seer to foretell their future. The seer told them that they had been looking in the wrong place. Their predestined bonded wasn’t a nymph, or even an otherworldly being. Their mate was a human.

After hearing the revelation, he and his brothers came to the surface world. They had been overwhelmed with the fact that their bonded was one among millions of marriageable human females on Earth. How were they supposed to find her?

Their father had been lucky. He caught his mate’s scent as soon as he swam to the beach and saw her frolicking by the water. Spiriting her away on the spot wasn’t a problem. But convincing her to accept her fate was a tricky one. Justin recalled their father had told them that he’d had to deal with a lot of kicking, screaming, and black eyes when their mother demanded to be freed and sent home.

For years after they had arrived on the surface world, he and his brothers had moved from town to town, country to country in search of their cevborn. Justin had been a gym teacher, police officer, bartender, bank teller, working different odd jobs to fit in with the humans’ society to see if their mate was among them. Ralph and Matt did the same and still their reborn was nowhere to be seen. Then, eighteen months before, Justin had come to conclusion that what they had been doing was ineffective. Instead of looking for their mate, why not try to lure her to them?

He observed that human females were drawn to clothes and beautiful things and could be quite obsessive about it. Justin thought launching a career in the fashion and cosmetic industry where they’d be dealing with women all the time would be a perfect cover. The design house they started became an instant hit and women from all shapes and races flocked to him and his brothers. Unfortunately, none of those doting admirers were their mate.

Matt had grumbled about it, saying that Justin’s idea was a complete waste of time. But his brother soon had to eat his own words when Anna Vincent showed up in Bancroft’s office.

Marian Bancroft had warned Justin that Anna was up to no good, but Justin couldn’t care less. She was their long-awaited cevborn, the woman they would soon claim and bring back to their underwater palace in Azura.

Nothing else mattered.

Justin read the contract Anna Vincent had just signed one more time and smiled. With it, they were one step closer to making her theirs.

Matt glanced over the contract and frowned. “One year. Do we have to wait that long before we can bring her home?”

“Sooner, I hope. If we don’t scare her off first.” Justin folded the contract and stowed it in his drawer.

“Like Mother, you mean?” Ralph added.

Matt snorted a laugh. Justin grimaced. Their mother was a fiery woman, but she and their father were the most loving couple he had ever known. If being claimed by one nymph king scared a human woman out of her wits, Justin felt wary about how Anna would react when she was claimed by three.

Female nymphs never gave birth to multiple babies. However, he and his brothers were an exception, thanks to their mother’s genetic traits as a human. Since his kin believed that only one predestined mate was bound to one birth, sharing a womb with his brothers meant he was also bound to the same woman.

Anna Vincent.

“So.” Justin tapped his fingers. “Who will initiate her first?”

“Me,” Matt announced quickly.

“Why you?” Raphael threw him a dirty look.

“Because she hates me the most.”

“You were too harsh on her,” Justin added. Anna had looked offended when Matt called her frumpy.

“Well, somebody has to play the bad guy if we want to make this convincing. You think whoever sent her won’t get suspicious if we hand everything over a little too easily?”

Justin couldn’t argue with the logic. After he discovered Anna Vincent was their cevborn, he’d hired a private detective to dig out everything about her. Anna was the only child in the family. Her mother was rumored to have left her father for a younger man when she was only three years old. Anna went to MIT for a year, then dropped out for financial reasons.

The detective didn’t find anything out of the ordinary about her until he saw she was being forced into a car by a group of unscrupulous-looking men. A little more digging revealed that Anna’s father had ties with Ivan Koleniskov, a member of a Russian mob family who ran dirty jobs for Beautycor, the cosmetic company that had been itching to drive the Martels’ design house out of business.

Anna and her father, Joseph Vincent, hadn’t struck him as people who liked conning for their living. Joseph Vincent went into an early retirement because of his health problems, and Anna worked in a boutique law firm as an IT support tech to support both of them. The father and daughter had lived a normal life until a couple of weeks ago when she suddenly quit her job and showed up in Marian Bancroft’s office. It was easy to figure out what she was up to. With her father’s affiliation to Koleniskov, more than likely the mobster had forced father and daughter to work for them.

Since he knew what Beautycor was after, Justin guessed Anna was sent to spy on them.

A corporate spy to unearth their trade secret.

Justin found the turn of events highly amusing because Anna wasn’t cut out for a spy job. She was a smart woman, but from his observations, he found her too gullible and too trusting. There wasn’t a shred of cunning in her personality that was needed to make it in this cut-throat business.

“Whatever you do, just don’t scare her,” Justin warned Matt. “We need to make her trust us.”

Matt scowled. “Do I look scary to you?”

“This is New York. Not an Azura training field. Sometimes you forgot where you are.”

Matt wanted to retort, but the door opened and Anna’s nervous face poked between the cracks. She had cleaned herself and dressed properly.

Justin motioned for her to come closer. “I have something for you, Miss Vincent.”

Anna came in. Her big brown eyes transfixed on what Justin had in his hand. “Necklace?”

“Slave collar. You’re now officially our plaything and I want you to wear this during the course of your contract.”

“Why, of course,” she muttered darkly.

“Why the gloom?” Justin pulled her into his lap and fitted the collar on her neck. The black lambskin collar contrasted with her creamy skin. Justin felt pleased. “I think this collar suits you well. In fact, you were born to wear it.”

* * * *

Anna fingered the collar around her neck as Matt’s Porsche slowed to a halt, parking in the garage of his mansion. Her heart drummed like a tribal dance. Anxiety started to creep over her again. Here we go. His home.

She stole a glance at Matt as he turned off the car. He plucked his key from the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt. A shiver of curiosity curled at the base of her skull, wondering what Matt would do to her tonight. Fuck her? Duh. What else? Demand a blow? Most likely.

She was sure the brothers wanted their own plaything for that very reason. Someone to fulfil their instant gratifications. The contract didn’t specify what her job description was; it only stated that she must do whatever they demanded, no matter how frivolous it was.

She realised she wasn’t bothered with the fact that she should feel, at least, dread about her new status. Part of her was actually looking forward to it. This isn’t normal. What’s wrong with me? Just because Ralph talked dirty to me and I got my first skull-searing orgasm, I’m instantly addicted to their perverse games?

“What’s wrong?” Matt must have noticed her frown.

Anna startled. “Nothing, sir.”

One of his eyebrows shot up. “Change your mind? Remember, Justin gave you a twenty-four-hour cooling period if you don’t want to go through with this.”

“N-no, sir. I need this job.”

Matt’s expression turned solemn. “How much do you owe, Miss Vincent?”

“It’s nothing, sir.”

“I’m serious.”

“No, sir. I’m sorry, but it’s really none of your business.”

“What if I lend you that money?”

“Then I’ll owe you money. Where’s it going to end, sir?”

A smile hovered at the corner of his lips. “What if I just give you the money, and we call it even?”

Her eyes widened. “Y-you mean like charity?” Her internal alarm blared loudly. If Matt gave her freebies, she wouldn’t have any reason to stay with the Martels, which meant she wouldn’t be able to obtain the secret formula. Crap. Anna thought hard. “Nobody gives away free money, sir. There must be a catch.”

“Sometimes we do help people in need, Miss Vincent. Any kind of help.” He paused. “No strings attached. And all you need to do is just ask.”

“I…”

“Well?”

Nervousness seized her gut-deep. She couldn’t think of any other reason to lie to him. People didn’t just refuse free money nowadays. Think, Anna, think. She opened her mouth and blabbed the first thing that crossed her mind. “I’m actually curious if you’re as big as your brother, sir.”

Matt burst out laughing.

Anna clapped her hand over her mouth, mortified. What the hell did just I say? “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean…”

“Save it, Miss Vincent. I get it.” He was still laughing as he climbed out of the car.

Anna slumped in her seat. That was close.

“Miss Vincent.”

“Yes, sir.” She got out of the car.

Matt gestured her to follow. His eyes twinkled naughtily. “I guess you will find out soon, won’t you?”

* * * *

She had spunk; Matt had to credit her with that. When he noted her hesitation in the car, he saw an opportunity to bait her about her involvement with Beautycor and he jumped on it. Like he’d predicted, she tried shying away from the money offer.

She might be a bad liar, but her naïveté was certainly amusing. He decided to give her a break for now. When Anna was able to trust him and his brothers, she would come around for help. She couldn’t possibly carry her burden forever. The syndicate that was blackmailing her and her father wouldn’t ever let them free even if she were able to obtain the Martels’ trade secret.

Matt knew too well the way most mobsters operated. He’d worked as a bouncer in a club run by a mafia family in his early days on the surface world. He’d seen everything. Once you were in, you could never get out. He bet Anna didn’t know that.

They entered the house from the kitchen. Matt threw his keys on the counter and grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. He took a long swig from it while watching Anna admire his house.

“It’s so big. How many bedrooms do you have here?” she asked.

“Nine.”

“And you live here alone?”

“As you can see. Just put your bag on the counter, and I’ll show you my bedroom.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want coffee or something?”

“N-no, sir. I’m still full from dinner.”

Matt had taken her out for dinner earlier; then they’d gone to an optometrist to pick up her contact lenses. She’d been quiet all evening. He wished she would open up a bit. “You barely ate anything.”

“To be honest, I wasn’t that hungry, sir.”

She was nervous, he could tell. Was it the prospect of spending the night with him that scared her? He hoped not. Matt looked forward to getting to know her intimately. Her heady scent had made his blood boil ever since he first saw her. Especially when Justin had sampled her liquid lust. He wanted to taste her as well.

“Do you know why we wanted our own plaything?”

The look on her face accused him and his brothers of being nothing but perverts. Matt restrained an urge to grin.

“No, sir,” Anna managed diplomatically.

“We’re tired of our girlfriends.”

“How so, sir?”

“Each time we date a girl, her best friends, her mother, her aunts, and everybody she’s ever associated with want to get into our life. After a while, they’re like pests. My brothers and I are private people, Miss Vincent. We’re tired of our daily life being constantly exposed in the social media.”

“I understand your concerns, sir.”

“Do you?” Matt opened up his bedroom door and turned on the light. Anna’s face colored when she saw his bed. It was an ordinary bed, covered in a white sheet and duvet, nothing kinky or suggestive that would make someone blush.

Anna twisted her knuckles again until they were white. Matt noticed she always did that when she looked anxious.

“We have needs, Miss Vincent. Can’t live without women, either. That is why we wanted our own plaything. One to accommodate our carnal needs.”

Anna looked as if she wanted to run when he grabbed her hand and steered her to his bed. He swallowed his amusement.

Holding her face, he brushed a thumb across her moist lips. Her lush lashes fluttered. She gasped when he kissed her deeply. Goddess, she tasted as sweet as he’d imagined she would. Anna looked dreamy when he broke the kiss.

“Go take a shower and put your clothes in the hamper. We’ll go shopping for new ones tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, sir.” Anna looked hesitant. “It’d be a lot easier if you let me go home for some spare clothes, sir.”

“You’re ours during the contract, Miss Vincent. You’re not permitted to go home.” Matt studied her expression. “Change your mind?”

“N-no, sir. May I at least call my father to let him know I won’t be home tonight? He doesn’t know I got this job.”

Her father or the syndicate? “Go ahead.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Attend to me when you’ve finished your shower.”

“Yes, sir.”

* * * *

Anna got out of the shower half an hour later. She donned Matt’s bathrobe and went looking for him as she was told. His bedroom was empty and so was the living room. She roamed the mansion until she found him in the gym.

Anna looked around. No, not quite a gym. It was more like a dojo. When she was a kid, a friend of hers took her to watch his karate practices. Matt’s dojo looked similar to her friend’s, except for the weapons.

The walls were lined with all kind of swords and sharp instruments. Dozens of long, short, big and small sharp blades looked as if they could cut someone in half with little effort. The floor felt firm but cushy as was it covered with a straw-mat type of flooring.

Matt sat in front of the paper-lined doors that opened up to the veranda. He’d prepared a white bedroll, pillows and comforter in the middle of the dojo. Guess this was where she would be sleeping. Funny, from the many bedrooms in this house, why did he want her to sleep surrounded by his killing tools collection?

“Come.” Matt motioned Anna to join him. “It’s a full moon tonight and I fancy a moon-viewing party.”

Moon-viewing party? Weird. Was this a rich-people thing? Anna closed the door behind her and padded across the spacious dojo.

Beside the bedroll, Matt had a large wooden tray filled with earthen cups, flagons, and a plate of sweets. He poured a drink from the flask into the cups and handed one to her.

Anna settled next to him and accepted the cup. It was filled with warm, rather milky liquid. “What is this?” she asked.

“Sake.”

Ah. She’d never had sake before. Anna tried a sip. Not bad. She had a few more sips while she studied him when he wasn’t looking.

Even though they were triplets, Anna noted the three of them were different in personality. Raphael was the glamorous one. His wild parties with the socialites were legendary. Justin was very business-like. She could picture him sleeping with a calculator in his hand. And Matt, he was mysterious. The syndicate had nicknamed him ‘the muscle’. If somebody had a grief with the Martels, he would have to go through Matt first.

Anna thought his nickname should be ‘the warrior’. She could just picture him in a ninja outfit, lurking in the shadow. Mysterious. Dangerous. Deadly. She didn’t know why, but fantasizing about him had turned her on.

Matt had taken a shower too. He’d shed his business suit replacing it with black jogging pants and no shirt. The shower of moonlight that slipped through the open veranda illuminated every inch of his perfect upper body. She couldn’t recall seeing Matt with so little clothes in any magazine before. Like Justin, he’d always dressed conservatively.

Now that she saw him up close and personal, Matt was a fitter version of Raphael, all muscles and testosterone from his diligent martial art regimens. His deliciousness was complemented by his long black hair that looked so lush and thick, draping his back like a river of black silk. Men weren’t supposed to have hair that gorgeous. Anna itched to run her hand through his silky tresses to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

Matt caught her spying. “Come here.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She wondered whether this was when he was going to demand a blowjob from her. She couldn’t help but blush. Damn, why am I looking forward to it? She put down her cup and crawled to him.

Matt curled one arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap, her back pressing against his chest.

Okay, no blowjob. But she could feel his growing erection under her thigh. Sweet Jesus Christ. Anna gulped hard.

“I won’t bite you.”

She let out a nervous laugh.

He kissed the shell of her ear and pulled her deeper into his arms. “Relax. What’s a good moon-viewing party for if you can’t appreciate her beauty?”

Anna tried to relax, but she couldn’t. Especially when Matt slipped his hand under her bathrobe and fondled her breast. She bit her lip. How am I supposed to relax when all he does is make me horny?

Matt found her nipple and tugged it between his thumb and forefinger, causing morsels of pleasure to burst within her.

With his free hand, Matt poured himself another cup of sake. He sipped it and offered some to her. Anna took a sip too just to be polite.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“It’s just the moon.”

“Yes, but from here, you can see her so close without any obstruction.”

“May I ask where you come from, sir?”

“Azura. Netherworld.”

Netherworld? Where is that? Europe? France? ‘Cause Martel sounded French. Anna made a mental note to look up Netherworld on the Internet tomorrow. “Do you go home often?”

“No.” His voice reverberated behind her ear, the sound of it made her skin tingle. “We can’t go home until we’ve found what we’re looking for.”

“Which is?”

“Our bride.”

“You mean brides?”

He didn’t answer. When Anna threw a look over her shoulder, she saw him grinning. Her heart skipped another beat. Matt looked so irresistibly wicked.

“Tell me something about you, Anna. How many men have you been with?”

Anna. He’d called her by her first name. She found it strangely intimate. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because I do.”

Anna waited.

Matt didn’t continue. Instead, he pinched her nipple until a delicious pain shot down to her sex.

She gasped. “One. When I was in high school.”

“Just one?”

“I’m not exactly a pretty girl.”

“You’re wrong, Anna. So fucking wrong.” He put down his cup and yanked her bathrobe down, exposing her naked body. Her breath froze in her throat when he buried his face in the nape of her neck. He inhaled deeply as his fingers tightened around her breasts.

Anna shivered. Why was he treating her like this? She was his fuck doll. He and his brothers’ personal plaything. So why was Matt treating her as if she was his lover, one he adored and couldn’t live without?

“Turn around,” he ordered. His voice was hoarse.

She did what he asked. Her pulse raced as she settled on his lap, feeling his hard erection press against her pussy.

Matt watched her with an unmistakable hunger. “Kiss me.”

Anna lowered her head and brushed her lips against his. He purred. She kissed him gently, tasting the bittersweet flavor of sake on his lips. Matt put a hand on the back of her head and kissed her back impatiently. She moaned as he pried open her mouth with his tongue.

Anna melted in his arms. Matt kissed like Raphael. Hard. Demanding. It wiped her mind blank. Her lungs almost burst from her chest when he finally gave her a chance to catch a breath.

“So sweet,” he rasped. “Cup your breasts.”

Anna mumbled incoherently. She placed both hands on her breasts, wondering what he had in mind.

“Press them together. Like this.” Matt pushed her hands until a deep cleavage formed between her breasts. He grabbed the sake flask and poured the liquid over the crevice. Warm sake caressed her skin. With a strained sigh, Matt drank from her cleavage until he drained the sake pool. Then he licked her. Nipped. Laving the remnant of aromatic elixir that briefly washed her naked skin.

Her body quivered with anticipation as Matt poured more sake on her. She hadn’t expected being used as a human cup could be so incredibly erotic. She was mesmeried with the way Matt enjoyed himself. His deep, green eyes fixed on hers as he slurped every drop of the warm brew from her body. He said the sake wouldn’t give her a hangover even if she drank too much. But Anna felt drunk just by watching him indulge his fondness for sake like this.

Matt put down the flask and grabbed both her wrists. He pulled her hands down, baring her breasts for him to see. “I love your nipples. They’re pretty and pink. Like candy.”

His tongue flicked out and lashed against one of her nipples. Anna jerked. Red-hot pleasure whipped her from the beaded peak. His mouth enclosed her breast, sucking her pretty, pink candy like a man who truly enjoyed his sweet tooth addiction.

Her mouth snarled open from the sensation. She grabbed his shoulders and her head snapped backward until she could see the full moon hanging upside down. Her spine kinked in pleasure. God.

She writhed. The sensation. Anna couldn’t believe how good he made her feel. All the bones in her body felt like they were melting, leaving her nothing but a glob of quivering mess. Matt released her nipple with a loud pop and hunted her unmolested one. Anna bit her lip, squelching an urge to scream. A new kind of ecstasy swept her off the path, shocking her to discover that kind of pleasure existed.

Matt grunted and lifted her from his lap. A heartbeat later, she found herself flattened on her back in the middle of the bedroll with him kneeling over the top of her. His long hair curtained her surroundings like a waterfall of midnight silk.

Anna just had to touch it. It felt as soft as it looked.

Matt seized her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked two of her fingers passionately.

She whimpered and her pussy clenched from the impact and moistened. She didn’t know why but everything he did made her horny. She didn’t recognize herself anymore. She’d never been this wanton until she met the Martels.

He gave her a long suck and released her fingers. “Your scent.” He hissed through his teeth. “So intoxicating.” He yanked her bathrobe belt off, pulling away the remaining fabric that covered her body. The cool, night breeze from the veranda caressed her bare skin. Despite that, Anna was burning.

Matt splayed her thighs wide until her pussy was bared open for him to see. He stroked her trimmed pubic hair and rubbed her wet seam. He found her entrance and let out a pleased sound when he found her wet. He slid a finger into her cunt.

“Mr. Martel!”

“Shh.” His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re tight. You sure you’re not a virgin?”

“N-no.”

“Hmm.” He slid in a second finger and fucked her until a maddening urge to come frustrated her. Matt’s fingers were longer than hers so he was able to reach the secret spot she couldn’t.

“Mr. Martel!” Anna tried to stop him from masturbating her. She was afraid she would make another mess like she did on Justin’s desk. It was embarrassing.

Matt snatched her hand away, giving her a warning look. “Shh. I want to see you come.”

“But…”

“Come for me.”

She writhed in desperation, trying to stave off the overwhelming urge. But when Matt curled his fingers upward and rubbed the special spot under her pubic bone, a galvanic orgasm hit her like a tornado. Anna whipped her head backwards. Her pussy squeezed his fingers in the height of her pleasure. Her juice flooded his hand.

“God, Anna. So luscious.” Matt continued stroking her until the waves of her climax gradually dissipated.

“Please.” Anna begged him to stop. “I can’t…”

Matt finally stopped. With a feral growl, he seized her face and suffocated her with another greedy kiss. He felt her all over. Kissed and groped. Licked and nipped, tasting every inch of her skin he could get his hands onto. Her breasts. Her belly. Her thigh. And when Matt draped her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy, Anna just had to scream.

She clawed the bedroll, writhing, panting as the last strand of her sanity dangled like spider’s silk. Matt kissed her pussy the way he kissed her mouth. Rough. Demanding. His tongue was everywhere. Flicking. Twirling on her slippery flesh like a prima ballerina performing fouetté en tournant. Anna gripped the sheet, wide-eyed. The ceiling of his dojo started to spin when he tasted the inside of her sex. Kaleidoscopes of pleasure danced before her eyes before another turbulent climax swept through her without mercy.

This time, she thought she was dying. The world faded from her view. The air thinned. Her ears rang and her breath cut from her lungs. Her body quaked into the shivering mess he’d turned her mind into. When she was able to recollect herself whole, she found Matt had disrobed his pants and kicked them off his ankles. He stroked his cock.

God, he looked just like Raphael. Long, thick and mouth-watering. Anna unconsciously swallowed her saliva. “Do you want me…?” Her cheeks burned as she couldn’t force the rest of her sentence out.

“I don’t need a blow.” Matt understood her just fine. “I need to fuck you.” He wrenched open her thighs and positioned himself on her pussy. His cockhead nudged her wet entrance. He leaned down, pressing his belly on hers, his chest grazing against her jutting nipples.

Anna instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Matt kissed her. She could taste the salty, spicy taste of her femininity on his mouth. Strangely, it fueled her lust even more.

“Sweet Anna,” he whispered, “bear it just a bit.”

Her brain short-circuited before she could digest what he meant. Matt penetrated her. An incredible pressure speared through her core, knocking her breath out of her lungs. He stretched her, slipping in, not much, only an inch. He paused then thrust in another inch as if he wasn’t sure she could really take him. What he did made her frustrated. She was more than ready. Didn’t he know that she needed him as much as she needed her next breath?

“Please, Mr. Mar—”

“Matt,” he corrected, his voice gruff as if it took a lot of effort for him to speak.

Anna stifled a cry, begging, “Please, Matt.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Like this?” He pushed in another inch.

God. Anna fisted his hair. Not enough. The pressure, thick and hot, felt so addictive. She needed him. “More.”

Another inch.

“Oh.” She squirmed under him. “You’re a teaser.”

“All you need to do is ask, Anna.”

“Fuck me hard!”

“That’s my girl.” Matt grabbed her hips and plunged down until his cock hit her cervix.

Anna cried. New fire engulfed her whole. She felt him so deep in places she didn’t think existed before. She couldn’t remember sex feeling this good; she had to take back everything she said about sex being overrated. Being intimate with Matt was different. Anna felt as if the whole purpose of her existence was to be with him.

Matt stilled after he sheathed his cock to the hilt. He breathed on her lips. “Oh, Anna.”

He unwound her arms from his neck and pinned them on each side of her head. He threaded his fingers through hers and started rocking her with shallow jabs.

Anna moved with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts. Her pussy made lewd wet sounds each time he pulled. His cock pulsed in her depths, hard and hot, grinding deliciously against the tight walls of her vagina. The nerve-racking impact made her lose her mind. The pleasure was thick, too good, beyond words. She was baffled by the discovery. If she had known sex was this good, she wouldn’t have wasted years by being a prude.

He watched her reaction as he fucked her with steady thrusts. “Good?” he inquired.

Anna had temporarily lost her voice. She nodded instead.

“Faster?” Matt picked up his pace.

God, yes. Her toes curled in pleasure. “Harder.”

“Not yet, babe. You’re goddamn tight.”

Babe. She loved the way he called her that, making her feel she was more than just his plaything. “Please? I need…” She wanted to come again. Carnal pleasure had enslaved her. She tightened her muscles, choking his hard cock.

He groaned. “Naughty girl.” He slammed hard.

“Matt,” she cried again as he rained a series of battering fucks. Hard. Vicious. Merciless. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

“Fuck.”

Matt seemed to lose his control. He pounded her harder and faster until she could feel only fire, hot and pure, searing her nerve endings with manic need.

God. How she loved having him so deep like this, possessing her entire body and soul, branding her with his lust as if she were meant to be his. Their flesh made obscene sounds as he hammered his cock into her over and over, until the red-hot fire turned into brimstone that incinerated her sanity to cinders.

Her body shook as the pleasure thickened and the familiar aches, maddening need returned. He slammed her faster, harder, and deeper until she didn’t know which part of her body began or ended, all she knew was that they were one, riding towards the ultimate completion.

Then, it hit her.

A climax so powerful it bordered on agony. Anna bawled as she floated through time and space. Her head felt like it exploded into a thousand pieces. When she crashed back to Earth, she found Matt slamming into her two more times before he jerked.

He gripped her hands so tight her bones were creaking in protest. She barely paid attention to it. The glorious moment consumed her whole. Her pussy fluttered around his spasming shaft, milking him to the last drop. She would’ve collapsed if she weren’t already lying on her back.

When he was spent, Matt scooped her into his arms and leaned on his side. For long moments, they only touched and kissed, while the ecstasy ebbed gradually and his cock became semi-flaccid, slipping out from her.

As she rested her head on his broad chest, she could see the full moon gracing the sky, luminous and pure. He was right; she was beautiful..

He caught her eyes and smiled. “Sharime.”

My precious beauty. Anna blinked, wondering how she knew what Matt had just said. The thought didn’t linger long when he stroked her cheek and kissed her again until she temporarily forgot her own name.

When her memory returned, she fantasized how delicious Mrs. Anna Martel sounded. It’d be nice having someone like him as her husband, loving her this way. She pushed the thought away since that kind of daydream was just silly. Matt was far out of her league.

However, Anna didn’t regret her decision to become his plaything.