Veiled Submission

Chapter 1 The blindfold slipped over my eyes, and the world went black just as his deep voice brushed my ear. "Relax, little spy. Let us show you what The Veil really is." My heart slammed against my ribs. The masked party in the Brooklyn warehouse had been loud with moans and music only seconds ago. Now everything narrowed to the heat of three bodies surrounding me in the private room. Strong hands guided me backward until my thighs hit the edge of a leather bench. Fingers-long and confident-traced my collarbone, then dipped lower, brushing the swell of my breasts through the thin black dress. I sucked in a sharp breath as cool ice suddenly pressed against my neck, melting instantly against my flushed skin. A second set of hands slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher, exposing lace panties already damp with traitorous arousal. "Who are you?" I whispered, even as my nipples tightened painfully. The man behind me chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. "Tonight, we're the ones asking questions." The ice trailed down between my breasts, leaving a wet path that made me shiver. Then warm lips replaced it, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just above my bra. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. My hands were gently pulled behind my back and secured with something soft-silk, maybe. The restraint wasn't tight, but it sent a rush of heat straight to my core. Another hand-rougher, more commanding-cupped my ass and squeezed. "So responsive already," the voice murmured, approval thick in his tone. "Good girl." The praise hit me like a drug. My knees weakened. I hated how much I loved it. The ice moved lower, circling my navel, then lower still until it pressed against the lace covering my clit. I gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. The cold burned deliciously against my swollen flesh. Fingers hooked into my panties, pulling them aside. Hot breath ghosted over my exposed pussy right before a warm tongue replaced the ice, licking one slow, torturous stripe from entrance to clit. "Oh fuck-" My head fell back against a hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me upright as the tongue between my legs circled faster, sucking lightly. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. My thighs trembled. I was supposed to be gathering evidence, not melting under their touch. But God, the way they played my body-like they already knew every secret I'd never told anyone-made my mind spin. The man behind me pinched my nipple through my dress, rolling it between his fingers. "Let go, beautiful. We've got you." I came hard, sudden and shocking, a cry tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs gave out completely, but they caught me, holding me between their bodies as I shook. The blindfold stayed on. My breathing was ragged. Then a calm, authoritative voice cut through the haze. "Take it off." The silk was removed. Three devastatingly handsome men stood before me-tall, powerful, radiating raw dominance. The one with icy blue eyes and sharp features stared at me like he could see straight into my soul. The playful one with warm brown eyes and a dangerous smirk licked his lips slowly. The third, broad-shouldered and intense, watched me with barely restrained hunger. The blue-eyed man tilted his head. "Your real name isn't Elena Voss, is it... Nova Kane?" My stomach dropped. They knew. Before I could speak, the door to the private room clicked shut behind us. The blue-eyed man stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "We have a proposal for you, little journalist. One that involves a 90-day contract... and your complete surrender." My pulse thundered in my ears as his fingers brushed my still-sensitive clit, making me jolt. "Or we can ruin your career right now."

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Chapter 4

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.

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