One more stroke in and out of her snug rear channel, and she couldn't take it anymore. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably. Pleasure swamped her.

"Tell us who you want to fuck you, and I'll make you come harder than you've ever come before."

"You and Chase. Please..."

"No!" His fingers pushed harder inside her.

"You, Sir and Chase, Sir."

"Close, but no cigar."

Eve couldn't think. What did he want from her?

Patient to the end, Murphy silently finger fucked her ass. When the pleasure infused with new burning, she'd have sworn he added another finger. The buildup between her legs drove her crazy. She had to come now before it was too late.

"Say it." He curled an arm around her hip and gave her clit a hard rub. "Who do you belong to?"

"Both of you."

"And what are we?"

Finally she understood what he wanted. "My masters. Oh my God, you're my masters!" She yelled the last word into the lens of Chase's camera as he moved close, taking picture after picture.

The second Murphy's fingers touched her clit again, the heat between her legs exploded. The resulting fireball ripped through her and melted her brain. Pain blended with pleasure into an incredible wave of bliss she couldn't begin to understand.

Screams tore from her throat as her head tumbled into the darkness of Murphy and Chase. When the convulsions subsided, Murphy eased from her body and wrapped both arms around her waist to support her.

Chase immediately went to work on releasing the chains from her wrists. First one, then the other. Too weak to hold herself up, she leaned into Murphy even farther.

Perfection ensconced her. Her heartbeat pounded wildly as she tried to focus on her surroundings. She'd never dreamed they'd push her this far and she would end up loving it. And she did. Every single second.

Chase knelt at her feet to unfasten the bar holding her legs open. In some distant part of her brain she knew everything ached. That she'd not be able to walk on her own for a little while. None of that mattered though. Weakly she managed to lean slightly forward. Enough to run her fingers through the soft strands of Chase's dark hair. She had two masters now. Something she'd never dreamed would happen to her.

Her beautiful photographer lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers, and the tension she saw sucked the air from her lungs. Chase was not happy. The rough lines etched in his forehead drew deep. Irritation and something she didn't understand stared back at her.

What had she done?

"Jesus, Murphy, get her in the car."

Eve turned away from his scorn and hid her face in Murphy's chest when he lifted her into his arms. She fought against the need to cry to no avail. Hot, wet tears rolled down her cheeks and onto Murphy's skin.

When they reached the car, she twisted in Chase's direction for one last look. Maybe she'd misread his feelings.

He still stood where she'd been restrained, the chains and bar still in his hands. The anger in his face had not diminished as he watched her being taken away.

Her cheeks heated with a cross between shame and disappointment. Eve swore for as long as she lived she'd never forget the pained scowl she made out in the darkness.

Chapter Thirteen.

The desolation in Eve's chest threatened to break her. How could she have been so wrong? And why the hell did they do this to her if it bothered Chase so much?

It had been all about the pictures. The reminder zinged through her mind in startling clarity. She was such a fucking idiot. He'd warned her more than once how things would go. There'd been no denying how much he wanted to photograph her, which inevitably led to fucking. It was her fault for fooling herself into thinking it had meant more.

Still, they'd demanded she face her true nature against all her objections. And she had. Like it or not, she couldn't deny her submissiveness. But what if it was something she'd only felt for Chase and Murphy?

Jesus, Eve. Two men. Seriously? Who takes that seriously?

Apparently she did.

A fresh bout of shame filled her. Her navete astounded even her. Now she just wanted to close her eyes and cry until she got it all out. Maybe then she could look at the situation objectively. Eve sighed. More tears would do her no good at this point. Even embarrassed anger couldn't overcome the exhaustion threatening to claim her.

She needed to get home-and fast. With startling clarity she remembered whose arms still cuddled her close. Murphy had taken her to the car, covered her in a blanket, and all without a single word. She'd gotten so lost in her own shameful thoughts, she'd momentarily forgotten him.

Now she became hyperaware of his heat blanketing her. His distinct and woodsy smell that always made her feel so good. And the hard jean-covered cock pressing against the curves of her ass.

It dawned on her that while they'd blown her mind in release, neither of them had tried to fuck her yet. If Murphy wanted to take her now, there really wasn't much she could do to stop him. She still craved a connection, and being cast aside so easily by Chase left her more vulnerable than ever.

She tensed in his arms, worried where things would lead. "I want to go home."

"We will soon enough." His dick twitched under her.

The smooth, commanding voice he used with her heightened her awareness. She couldn't go through with this. "No, you don't understand. I have to get away. Now."

"Relax, Eve. It's not what you think. Don't lose faith now." His hand smoothed her hair and stroked her back.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? "Don't tell me to relax. Just take me home." Maybe she'd apologize later when she wasn't mortally embarrassed or as weak as a newborn.

"Don't tempt me, Eve. I need to fuck and you don't. However, my self-control only goes so far with the gorgeous naked woman I desire the most squirming on my lap."

Oh! He wouldn't. Would he? She quit moving immediately. Despite the emotional turmoil roiling through her, a shocking blast of arousal flamed bright, embarrassing her even further. She had to be defective even to think about him that way now. But it wasn't Murphy who'd rejected her.

New tears pooled in her eyes. The hot shame of Chase's rejection filled her once again.

Murphy pulled her head to his chest again. "Don't worry, little one. You've had more than enough for one night. My only intention is to take you home and make sure you rest."

Eve sighed into him. She didn't have the energy to fight or worry. Tomorrow she'd deal with the fallout. For now, she had Murphy.

"As for Chase..." Murphy hesitated. "There are things you don't know about him-about us."

Now he'd gone and piqued her curiosity. Although why she cared she had no idea.

"He'll come to his senses later, and then he's going to feel like a jackass."

Good. She wanted him to suffer just like she was.

Eve sighed. She wasn't a spiteful person and she didn't want to be one now. If Chase didn't want her, so be it. She was a grown woman fully capable of accepting that whatever she'd thought had been there simply wasn't. Still, the memories of the scene flooded her mind. She'd likely regret how it ended, but nothing could take that kind of pleasure away from her. For a few minutes she'd been at peace. Something that had eluded her until now.

Now she'd have to figure out how to get it on her own. It's what she did. Face reality and find her own escapes. The little pleasures that made her forget the bad or the mundane.

Eve yawned.

"Try not to take Chase too personally tonight. He swore he wouldn't get involved in another menage relationship ever again. Now he's half in love and it pisses him off."

She snorted. "Half in love? You're crazy. Did you see the look he gave me? That was not the look of a man half in love."

Murphy lowered his lips to her ear. "I might be crazy, but when it comes to Chase, I know exactly what I'm talking about. You'll see."

Eve shook her head. She didn't want to see. Accepting her mistake had to be the first step to getting past all of this. Murphy was a gentle soul. A demanding, deviant soul, but gentle with emotions as well. She would miss him after tonight. She'd have to quit her job and start looking for new employment all over again. That was definitely going to suck.

"Sleep now, Eve. You think too much." He brushed a chaste kiss across her cheek and patted her hip.

Maybe when she woke up she'd find herself at home and realize all of this was a dream.

Wait. She jerked her head up.

"Did you say another menage relationship?"

Murphy laughed. "A little slow on the uptake. That's the kind of thing that can happen after an intense scene. Yeah, I said another."

"When? What? Who?" She couldn't form a coherent question.

"Sleep first. Then Chase can explain it to you. We need a submissive like you-he just hasn't accepted it yet."

Eve frowned. Yeah right. Chase wouldn't be talking to her anytime soon. And that word again. He'd forced her to accept it, to embrace that she needed to submit to them, and look what good it did her.

Grateful that at least Murphy had not abandoned her, she once again snuggled into him until she found a comfortable position that didn't stretch any of her already taxed-out muscles. On a sleepy sigh, she inhaled deeply. She wanted to imprint his scent on her memory. She had a feeling she would need it in the future when things got rocky.

Tomorrow she'd face the changes and start working on a new plan. Maybe she'd even find the courage to talk to her stepdad about the building she loved to hate. Either he gave her the control to restore it the way it needed to be, or she'd walk away. A fresh change was definitely in order.

Chase sat at Eve's kitchen table in the dark. He'd waited for Murphy to come and ream him a new one. But the hours passed, and he never heard him stir from her bedroom. Good for him. At least one of them had their priorities straight.

They should have both spent their night cherishing the woman who'd surrendered fully to them for the first time ever. He'd pushed her right along with Murphy, determined to make her understand who she was and that it was okay to embrace.

She'd done it and he'd been damned proud of her. Still was. No woman had ever tempted him like she did. Not even Cynthia. Chase sighed. When was he going to give it up and stop letting another woman's betrayal fester in his gut? He cared far more for Eve, and he'd rejected her in a heartbeat.

Murphy had gone too far when he'd made her admit they were her masters. He might be a shit right now, but Murphy wasn't completely blameless. He'd warned him not to try and make this a relationship for the three of them. Playtime was one thing, anything more was out of the question.

So then why did the thought of Murphy in there with her alone burn him from the inside out? He should have left and gone home hours ago. He'd been given an out and he damn sure needed to take it. Yet here he still sat. Waiting for Murphy to call him out.

"I'm keeping her for myself."

Chase bristled at the words Murphy uttered. "Like hell you are."

"Do you have any idea what your behavior tonight did to her? It's going to take a hell of a lot of maneuvering on my part to even convince her to let me stay in her life. You are a fucking prick."

Chase winced at Murphy's not incorrect assessment.

"I finally get it, okay? You don't want to have a relationship that includes both of us with her. Fine. Have it your way. But I'm keeping her, so you'd better get used to it."

Chase shoved his chair away from the table and stood. Anger fired his blood, and jealousy drove him insane. "No."

"Fuck you, Chase. You aren't the boss this time. You relinquished that right about six hours ago in a fucking public park." Murphy moved forward, fists clenched at his side.

"This isn't about you."

"The hell it's not. It's about you, it's about me, and it's about Eve. The woman we broke tonight deserved so much better than you gave her."

Red-hot rage burst free in Chase's head. He swung his fist and connected with Murphy's jaw. Pain exploded in his hand, and Murphy's head swung back. Chase welcomed the pain, the torn skin on his fists, and the anger he saw reflected in Murphy's eyes.

"You son of a bitch." Murphy charged him, grabbing him at the waist and driving him back into the wall. Dishes rattled and crashed from the counter to the floor, and still Chase saw nothing but the thick haze of jealousy. He couldn't simply give Eve to Murphy. It would eat him alive to be left out.

"What the hell?" Eve stepped into the room. "Murphy, Chase, what the hell are you doing to my kitchen?"

Murphy froze on top of him, fist poised in midair. Eve ran toward them.

"Stop!" they yelled in unison.

She halted her progress but continued to glare.

"There's glass, baby. I don't want you to get hurt." Murphy's tone changed instantly with Eve. Protective.

"Me? Are you kidding? You don't want me hurt, but it's okay to pummel each other?" She backed out of the room and disappeared around the corner.

Murphy turned back to him, anger and hurt still etched in his features. Before either of them spoke, Eve sauntered back into the kitchen with a pair of slippers on her feet and a broom in her hand.

"Are you two done breaking my things?" Resignation had settled in her voice, and it tore at Chase's gut. He'd done this to her.

He jumped from the floor and lunged for the broom. "Let me."

She yanked it out of his grasp. "Haven't you done enough tonight?" She swept at the glass and porcelain shards scattered across the floor.

"I fucked up."

Her sweeping halted, but she kept her head down and eyes averted. At least he had her attention.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't expect-" Fuck. Who was he kidding? He couldn't lie to her now.