The penthouse lights were dimmed to a bruised violet when Elena woke at 3:17 a.m., heart already racing before her eyes opened. The bed beside her was empty, sheets still warm. A single text glowed on her phone, sender labelled only A.
Office. Now. Come alone.
She slipped from the bed naked, diamonds gone, skin prickling with gooseflesh. The hallway felt longer than usual, mirrors catching her silhouette in fractured pieces. Alexander's office door stood ajar, a blade of gold light slicing the dark.
Inside, he waited behind the desk in nothing but unbuttoned tux pants, city skyline glittering behind him like a crown of knives. A crystal tumbler of whiskey sweated beside an open laptop. On the screen: the leaked hotel video from her escort days, paused on her younger Elena's face, eyes wide and resigned.
He did not look angry. He looked hungry.
"Come here."
She crossed the room barefoot, pulse loud in her ears. When she reached the desk he pulled her between his thighs, hands sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts, thumbs circling nipples until they ached.
"You think this changes anything?" Voice low, dangerous velvet.
She shook her head, throat tight.
He spun her suddenly, bent her over the desk. Papers scattered. The paused video stared up at her: nineteen-year-old Elena on her knees, mouth open, tears shining.
Alexander pressed behind her, cock hard against her ass cheeks. "Look at her."
She did. Couldn't not.
He entered her in one brutal thrust, no prep, just slick need. She cried out, walls stretching around him. He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping.
"This body," he growled, hand fisting her hair, forcing her to watch the screen, "has always been mine. Past. Present. Future."
He reached around, thumb on her clit, rubbing viciously. She came hard, squirting over his cock, soaking the keyboard. He kept thrusting through it, relentless.
The door opened softly. Victoria slipped in, robe open, eyes dark. She crossed to the desk, climbed up, and spread her thighs wide in front of Elena's face.
"Eat me while he reminds you who you belong to."
Elena dove in, tongue plunging deep, tasting jasmine and anger. Victoria moaned, grinding against her mouth.
Julian entered last, hoodie unzipped, cock already out. He watched a moment, then stepped behind Alexander, hands tentative on his hips. Alexander stilled, looked over his shoulder.
Julian's voice cracked. "Let me in."
Alexander nodded once. Julian slicked himself quickly, pressed into Alexander slowly. Alexander groaned deeply, thrusting harder into Elena. Chain reaction: Julian fucking Alexander, Alexander fucking Elena, Elena eating Victoria.
The desk rocked. The paused video played on mute, younger Elena's tears mirroring the ones now sliding down present Elena's cheeks.
Victoria came first, squirting over Elena's chin. Alexander followed, flooding her pussy with a roar. Julian last, spilling inside Alexander with a broken cry.
They collapsed together, panting. Alexander pulled out slowly, cum dripping obscenely onto the keyboard. Victoria kissed Elena's tears away. Julian wrapped his arms around them all.
"We own every version of you," Alexander whispered against her spine. "And we love them all."
They carried her back to bed, cleaned her gently, and held her tight.
Sleep came easier this time.
The crack had been sealed with cum and confession.
Stronger than before.