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My hands freeze on the starburst paper, but I pick at it again a moment later, trying to go back to looking normal. “Why do you think that?”

Adrien plucks the starburst from my fingers and quickly unwraps it, then presses it to my lower lip. I open my mouth, letting him pop it onto my tongue, and chew as he grins at me.

“Because I’m not stupid. And I see more than they do when it comes to you. They think you’re their perfect princess. You are, by the way. Totally blew me out of the water. I’m convinced, and I don’t regret the trip. But they want to protect you. They want to shield you, Sable. But we both know…”

He leans forward, his lips brushing mine as he breathes, “You’re long past needing to be shielded from murder.” With that he kisses me. Long and hard and deep, until I’m all but in his lap, and Adrien is breathing heavily against me, hand going to the zipper of my hoodie.

A loud thump has us springing apart, and when I look back, I see the bucket of bloody, soapy water sitting on the deck.

“Trick or treat,” Ansel states flatly. “Now get your asses up and help us finish.” He drags Adrien to his feet, shoving him back into the house even as the latter cackles and goes without complaint.

I don’t need to be pulled to my feet, and I give Ansel an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” I sigh, reaching out to tuck his hair back behind his ear. “He brought me candy.”

“Uh huh.” Ansel eyes the plastic bucket. “Remind me who spent three Halloweens in a row in a sugar coma, trying to crawl for more candy even as her stomach rebelled against everything she’d already eaten?”

“Ronan,” I answer, without missing a beat.

Ansel looks startled at my obvious lie, and he laughs, the frustration and consternation fading from his face. I lean forward and hug him, wrapping my arms around his chest and settling against him when he holds me to him and lets his warmth seep into me.

“Sable?” he murmurs, kissing my temple.

“Yeah?”

“Quit being cute. I want to be done cleaning up and dumping bodies by dawn.” With that, he lets go of me, though not without a quick, fierce kiss that has me nipping playfully at his lower lip. But I relent, hands raised in surrender, and the whole way back into the house, I can feel Ansel’s stare on me, possessive, protective, and very welcome.

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“You’re such a fucking monster, you know that, Sable–” Adrien gives a noise that sounds very close to a yelp as I lower myself back onto his cock, my grin wicked.

“Oh yeah?” I ask sweetly. My hand comes up, and just as he opens his mouth again, I slip a blow-pop between his lips. His eyes narrow, but that only makes my smile sweeter. “No, no,” I invite. “Please keep going.” Using his hand for support, I ride him, feeling his thigh muscles tighten and his control slowly slipping.

Seeing Adrien lose control could become one of my new favorite things without much effort. I hold his gaze, never looking away from him, and I slow my pace until he’s panting. One hand stays up between us, and I twirl the candy on his tongue, watching him pant as spit runs down his chin, making him look sloppy.

And hot as fuck.

“Fuck, Sable,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut until his lashes brush his cheeks. “You’re–” But he coughs when I casually gag him with the sucker, then pull it free of his mouth to lap at it with my tongue in long strokes.

“Come on,” I say as he glares at me. I stick my tongue out and spin the sucker on it, then put it back in his mouth. “You keep trying to insult me. I know you have it in you, so don’t give up now.” a yelp of laughter leaves me when a hand twists in my hair, and my head is tipped back so I’m looking at Ansel.

The mousy haired man smirks, and his fingers dig into my hair until he’s scraping my scalp lightly. “I could help you,” Ansel informs Adrien slyly. “And if I liked you more, I would. Probably. But you look so miserable, and you deserve it, so…”

“You’re an ass,” Adrien pants, his eyes opening to glare at Ansel before sliding shut again. “Fuck, you act like I’ve done anything wrong. I’m the one that got you both here, found out about her, snuck you in, and–”

I jam the sucker back into his mouth and lean forward, sliding down his length until I can grind against him. I can’t help my own small gasps as I ride Adrien’s cock. He really might be the biggest of the three of them, though none of them are slouching in that department. I twist one hand in his shirt as Ansel holds my hair, and a second later I feel him step forward until he’s standing just in front of Adrien’s knees.

“Gorgeous girl,” he purrs. “Gonna make the asshole come for us?”

Fuck, that’s definitely doing it for me. I lock my eyes on Adrien and grip his shirt more tightly, changing how I rock my hips against him and widening my thighs to give him just that much more depth.

It’s enough. Adrien cries out, drooling once more around the candy in his mouth, and he throws his head back with both hands on my hips. He drives up into me hard, pulling a whine of surprise out of me, and behind us, the fire crackles, a stick snapping in the night air.

Ansel’s hair tightens. Just as Adrien thrusts into me for the final time, hands like vices on my waist, he swoops down to lick and suck at my throat, leaving marks that will just cover up the ones already there. His hand leaves my hair, and both of them wander around to my chest, pulling me back against him so I feel like the two of them are playing tug-of-war with me.

“You’re not playing nice,” he purrs in my ear. “Don’t be so mean to him. Come on his cock, Sable.” Ansel’s hands wander down my body, under the pleated skirt I wear, pushing my underwear aside, allowing me to ride Adrien. With me so firmly seated on his lap, his softening cock is still inside me, and Ansel doesn’t seem to care about changing that.

His fingers find my already aching clit, and he isn’t nice about dragging me over the edge to find my own release with Adrien. I yelp and whimper, unable to form true complaints, and soon enough my body is clenching around Adrien, greedy to keep him in me as I gasp and finally tumble into my orgasm.

Adrien groans and leans back in the chair, right into Ronan who leans his head back gently, guiding his mouth down to meet Adrien’s. The kiss is sweet, probably literally, and he plucks the sucker from his lips before standing up and placing it in his own mouth with a flourish.