Chapter 6: Apology

Levi’s POV

Lennox’s question hung in the air. His gaze was fixed on me, demanding an answer, but I wasn’t ready. What happened? I had no idea why Louis and Lennox hated Olivia, but I had my own reasons—reasons too painful to voice. The memories flickered at the edge of my mind, but before I could speak, a soft voice interrupted.

“Are you three talking about Olivia again?”

I turned to see Anita sitting up, her tired eyes scanning our faces. She’d woken without us noticing. “You men still want her?” she asked, her voice laced with hurt.

I scoffed, running a hand through my hair. “No. We hate her,” I said coldly.

Anita’s frown deepened, her eyes uncertain. “We will never talk about her again,” Louis added.

Anita hesitated, studying our faces, then moved closer. Her hand brushed my chest, her lips against mine. I pulled her into a deep kiss, a silent assertion.

She broke the kiss, pouting. “I hate it when you men talk about that bitch!” she sighed.

I was curious. What had Olivia done? They’d been best friends until five years ago, when everything changed. Now, Anita hated Olivia as much as we did.

Anita frowned. “You men have to apologize to me,” she said, lying back and spreading her legs. Her smirk deepened. “Give me a good apology,” she murmured, her voice sultry, her eyes filled with desire.

Lennox chuckled, his gaze darkening. “Apologize?” he echoed, crawling onto the bed. “And how exactly do you want us to do that?”

Anita pulled him down for a heated kiss. Louis joined them, his touch possessive. There was something intoxicating about her response—the way she arched into their touch, her breath catching with each kiss.

I hesitated, memories of Olivia flashing in my mind, but Anita’s soft moan brought me back. Not wanting to be left out, I climbed onto the bed and took one of her nipples. Lennox kissed her lips while Louis spread her legs to eat her pussy; I sucked on one nipple while fondling the other.

This continued for a few moments. Louis, still eating her pussy, thrust inside her. Anita moaned, but before she could recover, I shoved my cock in her mouth and began fucking her. As Louis fucked her pussy and I her mouth, Lennox trailed kisses along her body, sucking her breasts, making her shudder. Our moans filled the air as we changed positions, each taking our turn.

Exhausted, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. But Anita wasn’t finished. She slid to her knees and began stroking us, her mouth working its magic, pleasuring us in turn. She was damn good at it.

As she pleasured me, Lennox, still hungry, positioned himself behind her and thrust inside, making her moan around my cock. The sensation was intense. Louis lay beneath her, his mouth greedily sucking her breasts. The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure—slapping skin, gasps, groans.

I came first, spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every drop before moving to Louis. Lennox pulled out, and I took his place, thrusting as she clenched around me.

“Fuck, Anita,” I growled. “You feel so fucking good.”

I leaned forward, my chest against her back, cupping her breasts. My fingers pinched her nipples, adding to the intoxicating sensation. The combination of my rough thrusts and the nipple torture sent her spiraling into another orgasm. She moaned, her body shaking as she came hard, her walls tightening around me while Louis fucked her mouth.

I groaned, slowing before slamming into her one last time, burying myself deep as I released inside her. We continued, exploring every inch of her body until we were completely drained. Finally, we collapsed, naked, tangled together, our bodies coated in sweat and cum.

Anita sighed. “I want cold water. Tell the guards to have Olivia bring it in.”

I frowned. Why Olivia? Anyone could bring water. But I couldn’t question it. If I did, Anita would get suspicious, and I wasn’t in the mood.

I mind-linked my personal guard: “Tell Olivia to bring in a bottle of water.”

“I have done that,” I said aloud, and Anita smiled.

We stayed in bed, completely naked, until a knock came. We knew it was Olivia. None of us bothered to cover up.

“Come in,” Anita ordered.