The Devil’s Share Episode 6: Jealousy Ignites

The drive back from Adrian’s secluded mansion was quiet. Too quiet.

Elena sat between the two men in the back seat, their hands resting on her thighs as usual, but something in the air had shifted. The weekend had been intense — full of confessions, raw sex, and emotional vulnerability. For a few beautiful days, it felt like the three of them had truly connected. But now, back in the real world, that connection felt fragile.

The first few days after returning to the penthouse passed in a haze of luxury and sex. During the day, Elena continued her internship at Vale & Cross Capital. At night, the men claimed her body in every way imaginable. But Elena couldn’t shake the images from the mansion: the way Adrian had looked at Lucian while buried inside him, the whispered confessions of lifelong desire, the effortless intimacy between them that she could never fully match.

It started eating at her.

On Tuesday night, she returned from a team meeting to find Adrian and Lucian in the living room. Lucian was leaning against the grand piano with a glass of whiskey in hand, while Adrian stood close — too close — whispering something in his ear. Then Adrian kissed him. Not a quick kiss. A deep, slow, passionate kiss that spoke of years of history.

Elena stood in the doorway, invisible for a moment. Her stomach twisted painfully. They looked so complete together. Powerful. Magnetic. She felt like an intruder in their perfect world.

When they finally noticed her, Adrian smiled and extended his hand. “Come join us, Elena.”

She did. But that night, even as they fucked her — Lucian in her mouth while Adrian took her from behind — she couldn’t stop noticing how often their eyes met. How their hands would brush against each other even while pleasuring her. The jealousy that had been quietly growing finally took root.

The jealousy grew stronger over the following days.

Adrian began pulling her away more often. On Wednesday afternoon, while Lucian was stuck in a long investor meeting, Adrian called Elena into his private office, locked the door, and bent her over his desk.

He fucked her hard and deep, one hand fisted in her hair.

“You’re becoming mine,” he growled against her ear as he thrust into her. “I want you more and more, Elena. Just you.”

She came hard around his cock, but his words left her conflicted. This wasn’t part of the original arrangement. They were supposed to share her equally.

That night, when the three of them were together in the master bedroom, Adrian’s focus on her became even more obvious. He spent nearly forty minutes eating her pussy, making her come twice before Lucian even got a chance to touch her. When Lucian tried to join, Adrian positioned Elena on top of him and guided her down onto his cock, almost possessively.

Lucian’s jaw tightened. “You’re being greedy tonight, Adrian.”

Adrian simply smirked. “She feels particularly good wrapped around me. Don’t you, baby?”

Elena moaned, caught between pleasure and guilt. She could feel the tension building between the two men.

Later that night, after they had all finished, Elena lay awake between them. Adrian had his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, while Lucian stared at the ceiling. The silence felt heavy.

Her insecurity reached a breaking point on Friday night.

She woke up around 2 AM to find the bed empty beside her. Soft moans and the sound of skin slapping came from the living room. Heart pounding, Elena crept down the hallway and hid in the shadows.

What she saw destroyed her.

Lucian was riding Adrian on the wide leather couch. He moved slowly, sensually, taking Adrian deep inside him. Their foreheads were pressed together, eyes locked in intense intimacy. Adrian’s hands gripped Lucian’s hips as he thrust up.

“I’ve missed this,” Adrian murmured. “Just us.”

“Me too,” Lucian replied, kissing him deeply. “You still feel so fucking perfect.”

Elena covered her mouth with her hand, tears stinging her eyes. The love and history between them was overwhelming. She suddenly felt insignificant — like a temporary toy they played with to keep their own relationship exciting. No matter how much they praised her or how intensely they fucked her, she would never have what they had.

She quietly returned to bed, crying silently into the pillow.