Their Cartel Princess: The Complete Series: A Dark Reverse Harem Box Set

by Logan Fox

  “Sure?” Kane cocked his head to the side. “Looks like fun.”

  “That’s the point.” Finn pushed Bailey away and sent Cora and Lars tumbling as he rose. Everyone went still, Cora even cupping her hands over her breasts as if she’d only just realized Kane was in the room.

  Finn wanted to sneer at the thought, but he climbed off the bed and stalked up to Kane instead.

  Surprisingly, the man held his ground.

  Not surprisingly, the bulge in the front of his pants became even more blatant the closer Finn got.

  He grabbed a fistful of Kane’s hair, jerking the man’s head back so he could look in his eyes.

  There was something wrong with him.

  Finn grabbed Kane’s jaw, wrenching his head further back. It had to be a painful angle to be held at, but Kane didn’t complain. If anything, his gaze softened into something approaching reverence.

  Fingers touched Finn’s dick where it stood hard and proud from his body, still coated with Cora’s wetness. Kane gripped him hard enough to make Finn wince and then pumped him hard.

  The muscles on Kane’s shoulders stood out as Finn forced him to his knees. Their bodies shook, each fighting the other.

  Finn won.

  Beast won.

  And it claimed Kane without hesitation.

  Sinking his thumbs between Kane’s jaws, Finn levered open the man’s mouth.

  Hateful eyes considered him, turned lustful, flickered back to rage. But writhe as he might, Finn’s grip on his head obviously made him reconsider his ability to escape this without harm.

  Because he had to know Finn could crush his skin if he as much as blinked wrong.

  Finn angled the tip of his cock between Kane’s lips, held it there for a second, and then shoved himself deep into the man’s mouth.

  Kane gagged, his nails digging into Finn’s wrists and arms.

  But he never broke eye contact. Never looked away. And that flickering — night versus day — never ceased. Not even when Finn came seconds later, making Kane gag noisily. The man fell away from him with a loud retch, swiping at his face where cum had escaped his mouth.

  Finn watched, milking his cock.

  When he glanced over his shoulder, Cora, Bailey, and Lars all stared at him as if he’d gone mad.

  Fuck, he probably had. He’d never done something like that before — forcing himself on someone. But, although Kane had resisted initially, that had changed the second he’d had Finn’s cock in his mouth.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Finn asked, turning back to Kane.

  The man pushed up to his knees, swayed, and grinned up at Finn like a lunatic. “What, did you fake it?” he asked through a laugh.

  Finn grabbed him by the hair, despite how Kane ducked to get away from him. He hauled him to his feet and released him. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked again, searching Kane’s eyes for that flicker he’d seen earlier.

  “Nothing,” Kane said, voice rough. “But I guess the same can’t be said for you, or your buddies.” Kane’s gaze moved away from Finn, sliding over everyone behind him.

  “Oh, there’s plenty wrong with us,” Lars chimed in from the bed.

  Finn threw him a glare. Lars had stretched out on his side, naked, twirling a lock of Cora’s hair in his fingers as if he was a prince and she was one of his harem girls.

  What did that make Bailey, whose eyes kept darting from Finn to Kane as if he expected them to start punching each other any second?

  To an outsider, they probably looked an odd bunch. Cora, her four men. All seeming satisfied with having to share.

  He was still staring at them over his shoulder when Kane moved closer to him. The man’s body heat washed over him, as did the smell of dried blood and cum.

  Air moved over Finn’s neck as Kane whispered, “I got a freak inside me too.” Kane drew back a little, catching Finn’s eye. “Wanna meet him?”

  Milo took a step back, and Kane took a step forward. Was this guy, so blatantly the group’s alpha, going to let him stay, or would they kill him like they’d promised with their eyes?

  Somehow, he’d crossed a line. He wasn’t sure when, or how, but perhaps a guy needed permission to fuck Milo’s slut. Or perhaps he hadn’t seen his bitch writhing with such uninhibited pleasure before.

  Jealousy accounted for a lot.

  Milo retreated another step.

  Kane followed.

  The guy stepped aside and waved a hand to the bed.

  An invitation… or a trap?

  Bailey stood at the foot of the bed, his chest covered with tattoos and his eyes narrow with suspicion. Lars lay stretched like a cat, with their Cora huddled in front of him.

  All waiting.

  All watching.

  Kane unbuckled his belt, keeping Milo in his peripherals. Until he knew this wasn’t a setup, he’d have to keep his eyes on him.

  “Finn,” Cora murmured, touching the cut on the front of her throat as if him just being near her made the pain come back.

  Milo didn’t even look at her. Instead, he snaked out a hand and grabbed her hair. None to gently, either.

  “This is what you want, isn’t it?” he asked, voice deadpan.

  Kane paused, but not because of what Milo had said. He’d only just realized that he’d almost sliced Cora’s throat exactly where Milo wore a scar.

  He hadn’t gone deep enough to affect the girl’s voice, however.

  “I… I don’t—”

  Milo turned away from Kane, facing the bed. Using his grip in the girl’s hair, he drew her to her knees and up against his bare torso.

  They kissed, looking desperate for the taste of each other. And then he pulled her away and gazed at her body. Without warning, Milo slid his hand between her legs.

  Cora gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Liar,” Milo grated.

  He spun away from her and held her head up as if he was showing Kane a prize puppy from a pedigree litter.

  The room grew silent. The balcony’s curtains shifted in a breeze, a few lone snowflakes blowing inside. And then even that fell away.

  Kane’s dick was going to tear through his pants.

  It had to be a trap.

  He took a step back. Cora’s eyes widened, and she gave her head the smallest of shakes.

  Warning him?

  Another step, and he half-turned before a sound stopped him.

  A hammer being cocked.

  Kane dropped his gaze to the floor. It had come from the side.

  Bailey?

  That fucker still hadn’t given up, had he? He knew every fucking thing there was to know about him, and still he wouldn’t cut him any slack.

  Kane sneered at him, but it did nothing to lower the weapon aimed at him.

  “You want me to fuck her?” His voice sounded incredulous, even in his own ears.

  “I thought you were sending your friend out to play with us.”

  This came from Milo.

  Kane twisted to look at him, sneer slipping away.

  He’d said that?

  Why would he—?

  A shot went off. Cora gasped again, and there was nothing pleasant to the sound this time. Kane opened his eyes, waiting for pain to spread through his body… but it never came.

  Bailey drew back the hammer. “Next one’s taking out an eye.”

  “I think you’d look dashing in an eye patch,” Lars said. “Hard pass on the wooden leg, though. Never been a fan of splinters.”

  Kane glanced over his shoulder. The slug had buried itself in the wall behind him. Judging from the angle, it had missed his head by less than an inch.

  No, it hadn’t missed. The bullet had landed exactly where Bailey had intended it to.

  “Mercy,” he muttered, working the top button of his jeans as he made for the bed.

  Cora stiffened at his approach, eyes growing round. Before he got there, Lars untangled Milo’s hand from Cora’s hair and drew her down onto the bed. It almost seemed gent
le, compared with how Milo shoved his hand between the girl’s legs again. He smeared his fingers over her cunt and pushed her legs open.

  Her moan made Kane’s cock throb to be out.

  In the history of fucked up things, this was top of the list.

  But fuck it, why not?

  He was going to hell anyway.

  Cora’s entire body trembled when Kane stepped up to the bed. Her skin thrilled from Finn’s harsh touch as much as the gentle grip Lars had on her shoulders to keep her down. Her head fell to the side, and she caught Bailey’s eyes.

  He watched her for a moment, then his eyes flickered back to Kane. To her, to Kane. He came forward in a rush, pressing his gun to the side of Kane’s head.

  “Now.”

  Kane’s neck bent to the side how Bailey pushed the muzzle into his temple. He closed the distance and gingerly grabbed a hold of her ankle as if to prevent her kicking him.

  Finn grabbed the other. He wrenched her leg to the side, and she pressed her eyes closed before she saw Kane’s gaze drop.

  “Open,” came Lars’s voice by her ear. He’d wrapped around her, cradling her head on his hip. Her eyes fluttered open, but that was obviously not what he meant. He reached around her with his long arms, fingertips teasing her as he parted her pussy.

  Kane swallowed visibly, ducked his hips, and thrust into her — guiding his cock with one hand as he held her ankle to the side with the other.

  She shuddered, eyes wanting to close. This time, it was Finn’s voice who roused her.

  “Look at me.”

  Icy fire swirled through her veins and tears collected in her eyes as she considered disobeying him.

  But he was right. This was what she’d wanted. And he would give it to her, but only if she could still look him in the eyes.

  Did he want to see if she loved him after? Was that it?

  Cora opened her eyes, freeing tears that rolled down her temples and dampened her hair. Lars kissed them off her skin and nuzzled her ear as Kane eased out of her.

  Finn’s eyes were a thunderstorm — a bruised sky ready to lash out with lightning and hail.

  He cupped her face in a hand, turning her to him. And then he bent down and kissed her.

  Kane thrust into her, and she couldn’t help but gasp into Finn’s mouth. The next thrust was so hard it made her moan, but Finn refused to stop kissing her. Lars had been exploring Kane’s cock where it burrowed into her, but he moved one hand to her clit instead.

  Because, she realized, Finn had taken Kane’s cock in his hand.

  A second later, he forced Kane’s cock inside her, his fist slamming against her pelvis and wrenching a breathless cry from her.

  Oh fuck, she wouldn’t survive this. She couldn’t.

  How?

  Her entire body was on fire one second, doused with ice the next. A blistering wind razed her skin, only to coat her with sweat a moment later.

  “Harder,” came a disembodied voice somewhere above her.

  She thought it was Finn, despite how his tongue drew at her and his lips bruised her mouth.

  But no. It was Bailey.

  A shudder coursed through her at the command in his voice.

  Her back arched from the bed, her and Finn’s kiss breaking as a barely tamped down wail clattering in her throat.

  Her eyes flashed open, latching onto Kane.

  He looked as shocked as she felt. His jaw bunched, and he slammed into her again, wrapping his fingers around her hips so she couldn’t move back on the bed.

  But that was all she had time to see. Finn dragged her head back and consumed her again.

  And Kane kept strumming her clit as if he hadn’t realized she’d already come. She struggled and whined, trying to get out from under his fingers, away from his cock… but they’d all turned against her.

  Lars held her down, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his fingers as he nibbled her earlobe.

  “You like getting fucked like this?” Lars whispered. “Having us hold you down for some stranger?”

  She convulsed, but whether in pleasure or pain she couldn’t tell. Finn knocked away Kane’s hand and massaged her clit himself, drawing back from their kiss. His hot breath warmed her lips as he watched her squirm under his fingertips.

  “Don’t ever forget who you belong to, Cora,” Finn said. “You’re mine.” His eyes flickered away for a moment, touching dismissively to where Kane thrust into her. “Doesn’t matter who I give you to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she said, not recognizing her own voice.

  Finn’s eyes darted away again. “You done yet?” he growled.

  Kane’s eyes went wide and then narrowed a second later. “Jesus fuck,” he muttered. His jaw went slack, a groan coming from deep in his throat as he forced his cock deep into her and came.

  Finn’s gaze was on her again. “Again.”

  He slipped his fingers around Kane’s cock and stroked hard against her backdoor.

  She clenched around Kane’s dick as she came a second time that night. She realized she had her nails in someone, but they didn’t even make a sound as she drew blood from their flesh.

  Kane began to draw out, but Finn grabbed his hip and drove him back inside her again. She let out a strangled gasp, arched, and fell back with a low moan as her orgasm faded.

  She and Kane panted at each other, eyes locked as her body trembled. Another set of tears leaked from her eyes, and Lars kissed them away for her.

  Kane stepped back, tossing sweat-damp hair from his forehead. He shouldn’t have, but he looked different. Less edgy. More in control.

  But maybe that was just her imagination.

  She had no time to figure it out. Finn reached over her, took the gun from Bailey’s hand, and put it on the nightstand behind him. Finn and Kane shared a look, and then Finn drew Bailey to the side of the bed where her legs lay splayed on the covers where they’d flopped open.

  “How do you want her?” Finn asked, voice a touch less harsh now.

  Bailey studied her for a moment and then pulled one side of his mouth into a small smile.

  Her body’s response was instantaneous. Her legs trembled as she tried to draw them closed, but Finn already had a hold of one of them, keeping her open.

  Bailey took his cock out and stepped up to the bed. “From behind,” he said.

  Lars and Finn flipped her so suddenly, her head was still spinning when Bailey thrust into her. Her hands fisted in the covers, and she lost herself in a haze of lust and pleasure. It so overwhelmed her that she couldn’t even remember coming up for air after that. Just relentless, cruel pleasure forced on her by every man she’d made fall in love with her.

  And every man she had, in turn, fallen for.

  41

  Evidence

  Owen Morrison tapped the brakes and guided the SUV to the front of Swan Manor. Gravel crunched under the tires as he put the car into park and ducked his head to gaze through the window at the looming manor.

  It looked just as he’d left it; front door gaping, golden light spilling onto the curved steps leading to the drive.

  With the engine off, the property seemed eerily quiet.

  Had that brute of a man killed everyone? He wouldn’t be in the least surprised. That savage should be locked up for the sake of mankind.

  Like Ronan should have?

  He pushed the traitorous thought from his head and briefly squeezed his eyes shut. It wasn’t that he was steeling himself for the sight of Ronan’s ruined body… he’d seen enough brutality in his life for spilled intestines to have little to no effect on him.

  It was the constant reel of thoughts in his head.

  Misgivings.

  Regrets.

  He shouldn’t have let the brute kill Ronan. King had been so close — he’d been so close.

  Owen opened his eyes.

  Darcy had said she’d tell Ronan she was finally with child. It obviously hadn’t happened yet — maybe she’d planned to
do it tomorrow. They’d both sworn Ronan would never know whose child it was.

  Shit. He still had to break the news of Ronan’s death to Darcy. Would she be heartbroken? Shocked? Or resigned?

  He still wasn’t sure how he felt. The trunk opened with a quiet hum when he pressed the button on the console.

  Owen climbed from the SUV, lifted his chin, and trotted up the mansion’s entrance stairs. The lashes on his back had scabbed over some, but abrupt movements still jarred the wounds into stripes of pain. He’d have to be careful, transporting Ronan’s body. The last thing he wanted was to start bleeding again.

  The mansion was as quiet inside as out. In fact, without the crickets strumming relentlessly at their bone violins, the mansion seemed hushed in comparison.

  At least Will was being attended to. He’d had to drive him all the way to Mallhaven to make sure he’d get proper medical treatment without having to fill out a police report. One thing that town was good at was keeping secrets — it simply consumed them whole.

  Ronan’s body lay in the same place. Owen glanced around, spotting a shag rug under the coffee table. He snatched it up and went to Ronan’s corpse.

  It took several minutes to get the body inside the carpet. He rose to crack his back before attempting to drag the now-soggy carpet downstairs.

  His gaze caught on the bed.

  Held it.

  Fuck, it would be awhile before he’d get that image from his mind; a still of Cora, bound and bloody.

  He shifted, uncomfortably aware how his dick pulsed at the thought. In an effort to look away, he noticed something on the back of the sofa close to where he stood.

  A video camera.

  Owen glanced at the bedroom door. It stood open, but every door in the hall was firmly closed. He walked over to the camera, lifting it casually and twisting it around.

  It was slim enough to fit into his suit pocket. And it felt right there, for some reason.

  Heavy, but right.

  He held a hand over the device as he walked back to the carpet and lifted it. When he looked up to find his way to the door, walking backward as he dragged the carpet behind him, he spotted movement across the hall.