Taken Three Times: A Dark MFMM Romance Page 9

  My only thought as the door to the cell was yanked open and I was pushed in was one word: Survival. I had to survive until that night, when Foster and Gareth and Zane would come—

  “Uh-uh, no.”

  Mitch leered at me from the doorway, chuckling and shaking his head. “I know what you’re thinking, princess.”

  “No you don’t,” I said quietly, my eyes full of hate as I narrowed them at him.

  “Trust me, I do. You’re thinking about those fucking clowns coming to break you out of here tonight.”

  I froze, and he grinned wider.

  “Remember what I said about getting close to people you shouldn’t?” He chuckled. “Trust me, princess. No one’s coming to rescue you.”

  18

  Mitch was right.

  No one came that night.

  No Zane, no Gareth, and no Foster.

  Instead, I spent the night awake, trying to hold back the tears and the crushing feeling of losing.

  I was still numb the next morning as two guards came to grab me. They pulled me to my feet and led me out of the cell and down the hallway, until we got to the bathing room.

  This time, mercifully, a woman helped me. The guards even actually turned away as she helped me out of my clothes and into the tub, getting my hair and my back.

  After the scrub, she had me dress in black lingerie similar to what I’d worn before the previous day. Another woman came in as well, helping the first as they did my hair and makeup in front of a mirror they’d wheeled in.

  I looked stunning, but the thought made me sick.

  I looked stunning so that I would sell for a higher price to some sick bastard who thought women were purchasable commodities.

  They left abruptly when they were finished, and the two guards returned to take me down the long walk to the auction room.

  Still numb. Still cold.

  And with every step, I knew with more and more certainty that there was no rescue coming. There was no dramatic and heroic crashing of my heroes through a door to save me.

  This was it. There was no light at the end of this tunnel.

  The doors to the auction room opened silently, and I shivered as I was led in. They moved me to the center, bending to secure my ankles to the loops in the floor. There was no harness this time, but there I was, tethered like a slave for sale.

  Because I was.

  The lights dimmed, and I could feel eyes on me. I glanced over to see Frank, the creepy guy, and Mitch leering from a dark corner of the room. Mitch blew me a sickening kiss as he reached for what had to be a microphone.

  “Good evening, gentleman,” his voice came across the loudspeakers, and I knew each of those mirror-walled rooms had his voice in them as well.

  “Tonight, we have this lovely for sale. Cassandra is her name, but you may call her whatever you choose.”

  I shivered, looking at the floor.

  “Shall we start the bidding at—”

  A light suddenly went on above one of the mirrors with a small chime. Two others followed immediately.

  I turned to see Mitch grinning eagerly. “Excellent, we begin at two-hundred-thousand, and now we move to two-fifty.”

  The first light and chime went on, quickly followed by the same other two again.”

  Frank rubbed his hands together.

  “Three-hund—”

  The same light and chime came through again before he could even finish his sentence, and my heart sank. I knew this was the Sheik bidding, and the grins on Mitch and Frank’s faces said I was right.

  “Do I hear four-hundred?”

  Four lights and bells went on.

  “Five-hundred?”

  The sheik’s light went on, and none followed this time.

  Mitch whistled lowly. “Final offer. Five-hundred-thousand for this feisty item.”

  No more lights went on, and the whole place went silent until I heard the word that sank like a knife into my heart.

  “Sold.”

  Sold.

  I was sold.

  I felt like I was going to pass out as the two guards came over again and unlocked me. I turned, my eyes searching my stepfather’s face.

  “Frank, please.”

  But he only shook his head. “Nice knowing you, Cass. I'll tell your mother the car crash you died in was quick.”

  The tears I’d been desperately holding back fell then, streaming down my face. Two men in dark suits, middle-eastern head-coverings, and sunglasses grabbed my arms and hustled me out of the room, down the hall, out a set of doors. A limo was waiting for us, and they quickly threw me in, one sliding in after me and the other going for the driver’s door.

  I froze.

  The sheik himself was in there with his face and head covered with a scarf and sunglasses.

  Just staring at me.

  “Please,” I whispered pitifully, but he raised a hand and shook his head.

  We drove for a few minutes in silence, before I heard a plane engine.

  The airfield.

  I was pulled from the car as we stopped, gasping as I glanced up at the private jet already waiting and ready on the runway.

  Oh God, this was it. This was my fate.

  They started to pull me towards the staircase, and suddenly, something snapped in me.

  No, this was not my fate — not if I had anything to say about it. Because if there was one thing I was going to take away from having met my three outlaws, it was to never back down.

  Never give up.

  I yanked away from the guards, making a dive at one of them and shouldering him hard in the face. He cried out as I jerked free of the other one, slamming my head into his stomach before taking off at a sprint.

  I made it three steps before they got me.

  I screamed, lashing out with hands and feet as they dragged me up the staircase and onto the plane. I was still screaming and thrashing when they set me down, the two guards and the sheik all around me.

  And I was still screaming when I realized the three of them were saying my name.

  In voices I recognized.

  My eyes flew open, and suddenly, the two guards and the sheik tore off their head covers.

  “You bastards!” I almost fell to my knees before Foster, Zane, and Gareth caught me, grinning like crazy men as they held me fiercely.

  “What the fuck?!”

  “Change of plans,” Zane said with a crazy grin.

  “Mitch figured us out,” Foster murmured, holding his bleeding nose from where I’d shouldered him.

  “How did you—”

  “Escape?” Gareth grinned. “Cause Mitch’s other guards are fucking pussies, that's how. We got the jump on them, and decided on plan B.”

  “Plan B?”

  “Booking it here to the airfield, grabbing the sheik and his escorts, and taking his place to get you.”

  My jaw dropped. “What??”

  “What, you think we just have a private fucking jet waiting?” Zane said, chuckling as he leaned in to kiss me.

  Foster cleared his throat as he strode to the back of the plane and jerked open the curtain to the galley. A regal looking middle-eastern man and two not so royal looking men were bound and gagged in their underwear, glaring at Foster.

  “You guys are unbelievable,” I said, feeling all of the horror and the tension start to melt out of me.

  “They’re here,” Gareth grunted, looking out the window.

  I jumped to the window to see a jeep roaring towards the airfield from the warehouse. “Who?”

  “Foster!” Zane called.

  “On it.”

  He shut the curtain back on the would-be slave-trading sheik and ran up the length of the plane, jumping into cockpit.

  “Wait, is he flying?”

  “We are full of surprises, Cass,” Zane laughed, kissing me again. “And I can’t wait for you to figure them all out.”

  Outside, the jeep comes to a screeching stop, and two men and…

  “Holy shit.
”

  My jaw dropped at the sight of the red-haired girl and the two men from the auction block the day before.

  “Told you we were all getting out of that fucking place,” Gareth muttered with a grin.

  The three of them ran up the stairs and breathlessly into the plane, where the guys gruffly shook hand with my outlaws.

  “Hi,” the redhead said quietly, smiling at me. “I’m Vivian.”

  “Cassandra”

  “Desmond,” one of her handsome guys said with a nod.

  “Justin,” the other one said before turning to Zane. “Thank you, man. Honestly.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “Your guys here.” Desmond shook his head. “We owe all of them everything,” he said quietly, pulling Vivian close and leaning in to kiss her head.

  “You don’t,” Zane said evenly. “You don’t owe us a thing.”

  “Can we save it and get the fuck out of here!” Gareth roared from the window. Outside, five more jeeps full what looked like Mitch’s actual guards were flying towards us.

  The plane lurched forward, and suddenly Foster’s voice came in over the loudspeaker.

  “The captain has turned on the ‘put your fucking seat-belts on’ sign, so if y’all could go ahead and hold onto your butts, this is about to get fun real fast.”

  I shrieked as Gareth grabbed me around the waist, kissing me and hauling me back onto his lap in a seat.

  The plane roared down the runway, faster and faster as the trees and the factory building blurred past the window, until suddenly, we were up.

  Suddenly, we were away, and leaving the whole horrible nightmare behind us.

  “Thanks for flying outlaw air,” Foster chuckled over the intercom. “Now if that gorgeous blonde I saw boarding earlier could come give the pilot a nice long kiss, we’ll be at our destination in no time.

  I laughed, letting the rest of the nightmare drop behind me as the plane soared into the sky.

  19

  I sighed as I drained the last of the wine from my glass. I smiled, feeling the last rays of the setting sun teasing over my skin as I lay back on the blanket and let the late summer breeze wash over me.

  Peace at last.

  We were home, at my mom’s house. All four of us. Well, at that current moment, we were out on the hill near my mom’s house — the one with the view overlooking the river.

  I used to come up there all the time. Now I got to bring my guys there.

  All of us whole, all of us safe and together.

  Mitch’s warehouse hideout had been somewhere in West Virginia of all places. When we’d gotten airborne, we’d flown to the nearest airport, alerting the authorities along the way.

  The whole thing happened fast enough that Foster was able to use the plane’s radio to get in touch with people the three of them knew on the ground — people who were able to move on the guys watching their loved ones before Mitch could get in contact with them.

  Gareth’s sister, Foster’s grandfather, and Zane’s son Cody were all safely out of retribution’s way before we even landed.

  After that, the three outlaws found themselves actually willingly siding with the law to help bring the thunder down on Mitch. Both he and Frank were going to jail, presumably for a very long time.

  We also got credit for the sheik, who’d not only been on U.S. soil without a stamp on his passport, but was in violation of about fifty different international laws after they found evidence of intent to purchase and transport women across international borders for the purposes of sexual slavery.

  Yeah, that’s a big no-no.

  My mother had been beside herself when we’d reunited, hugging me fiercely like she hadn’t seen me in years as we both broke down in tears. She swore never to let me out of her sight again, and to quit drinking as well.

  Two weeks later, she was still firm on that. The drinking part, that is.

  The letting me out of her sight part? Well, three big, very handsome, and very chivalrous men who’d rescued me palling around put her at a world of ease. We’d had one conversation and one conversation only about the nature of my relationship with my rescuers. And she’d only had one thing to say to me.

  “Cassandra, I don’t need details. I do need a happy daughter, and you look happier than I’ve ever seen you.”

  And I was.

  The no drinking thing did not extend to me, thankfully. So there we were up on the hill sharing a bottle of wine — me the poor little rich girl, and my three outlaw—

  “What are we calling each other?”

  Zane looked up and grinned. “I’m Zane, if you, ya know, if you missed that before.”

  I rolled my eyes as they chuckled. “Ass. I mean what are we?”

  Foster eyed me. “You wanna go steady with a couple of outlaws or something?”

  I bit my lip looking away.

  “What?”

  “Nothing”

  “C’mon, Cassandra.”

  “Well what if I do?”

  The words fell out before I could stop them, and all three of them went silent and stone-faced

  Slowly, Gareth grinned — ginned more than I’d ever seen him grin before as the other two started to lose hold of the still faces they’d pulled.

  “Then I think you’re in luck,” he growled lowly. “Cause all we want is you.”

  “Oh yeah?” I tossed back, chewing on my lip. “That a fact, huh?”

  “Yep,” Gareth said evenly.

  “Damn right,” Zane echoed and they all moved close.

  “So what, like, girlfriend and boyfriend?”

  “And boyfriend and boyfriend,” Foster added with a smirk.

  I grinned. “It sounds scandalous.”

  “Good.”

  “People are definitely going to say something.”

  “I hope they do,” Gareth chuckled.

  “So this is happening, isn’t it?” I whispered, feeling them move close, all three of them stroking my arms and my face as they nuzzled into me.

  “Yep,” Zane murmured into my ear.

  “Good,” I whispered.

  Hands found my cheek, pulling me around. I found myself kissing Foster. I moaned into his mouth as I felt another mouth on my neck, a set of hands skimming over my waist.

  Gareth pulled me from Foster, claiming my mouth next as Foster moved down my chest. I gasped at the feel of three mouths kissing and brushing my skin and my lips as three sets of hands began to slowly pull my clothes from my body.

  “Right here out in the open, huh?” I whimpered.

  “I think we need a change from closed rooms, don’t you think?” Zane murmured into my ear.

  “Definitely.”

  I gasped as my t-shirt was pulled from my body, and as hands found the button to my jeans. I lifted my ass, allowing Gareth to pull them off as I reached up, grabbed Foster by the back of the head, and kissed him fiercely. I moaned as I felt lips and a tongue curl over my bare nipples, the rumbling of Zane’s growl pulsing through me. Gareth pushed my legs wide, kissing his way up my thighs until his lips brushed against the front of my soaking wet panties. He deftly pushed them to the side, I cried into Foster’s lips as his friend’s tongue slid into my pussy.

  I slipped a hand down Foster’s toned abs, down lower until I was cupping the huge bulge in his jeans. “I want this,” I purred, biting at his lips.

  “And you’re going to get it,” he growled back, that edge to his voice that always got me soaking.

  He stood, yanking his jeans off and whipping his shirt over his head. His hand gripped his cock, pumping it as he stepped towards me and knelt by my head. I whimpered as I sucked him inside, my lips stretching around his thick girth as my tongue teased at the tip and swirled at the underside of him.

  Zane moved lower, joining Gareth between my legs. I shivered as they pulled the panties from me together, tossing them aside before they both moved in. A tongue slid hotly over my asshole, another one curling over my clit, and I was in heaven.


  Foster moved to straddle me, his knees on either side of my head and his pulsing, wet cock hanging above my mouth. I moaned eagerly, reaching up to stroke him as I brought my mouth to his heavy balls. I lapped at them, teasing him with my tongue as I stroked him.

  Between my legs, Gareth and Zane were driving me wild, tongues pushing deep, fingers teasing, breath hot on my skin. I could’ve let them do that to me all damn night, but in that moment, up there on the hill enjoying our freedom and knowing what we all were together, I needed more.

  I needed all of them.

  “Please,” I moaned, pulling away from Foster. “I need you to fuck me,” I gasped out.

  “Who?” Gareth growled.

  “Both of you!”

  I gasped as the three of them suddenly flipped me over, hands stroking my skin, teasing me, keeping me tingling as they moved into position. Gareth slid beneath, pulling me astride his hips. He reached down to spread my lips as he eased his thick cock against my center.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned, before suddenly, he pulled me down onto him. He sheathed himself slowly in my hot, tight slit, slowly pushing every inch inside. I cried out as he filled me, only to have Zane move in front of me and push his cock between my lips. I sucked him eagerly, bringing my hands up to stroke him as Gareth grabbed my hips and started to fuck me.

  I jumped as I felt something tease over my ass, moaning hungrily as I felt Foster’s tongue drag over my skin. He centered in, his tongue swirling over my sensitive ass and making me shiver in ecstasy as his two friends filled me from both ends. He tongued me deeply, making me quiver and shake, roaring towards that release as his two friends gripped my hair and my hips and thrust their cocks into me again and again.

  Foster moved away, and I felt him crouch behind me. His strong, powerful hands grabbed my ass, spreading me as I felt his velvety, rock-hard cock head tease against my ass.

  His slick cock head slowly pressed against my tight, unyielding backdoor, and I pulled away from Zane to cry out into the evening sky. Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt him begin to sink in — his huge head slowly easing its way into my tight little ass. I groaned loudly, deeply, as I felt him slip past my tight ring and inch inside. Foster groaned into my ear as he slowly filled me to the brim. Zane’s fingers tangled in my hair, urging me back to his throbbing cock, and as I closed my lips around him, I let the filthy, hedonistic rush of having all three of them inside me at once roll through me.