“I’m going to take these off,” Poe said, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my leggings.
It was something he’d never done before, ask for permission to take off my clothes, and I knew he was doing it now to make sure I felt safe after what had happened — and almost happened — to me in Romania.
I’d been on the brink of being sold into sex slavery, and the three huge inked men around me wanted to make sure I felt safe when they fucked me.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I told them. “I’m not afraid of anything you might do to me.”
The words seemed to break whatever restraint Bram had left.
“Move,” Bram growled at Poe.
Poe got off the bed and pulled off his sweats, and my gaze dropped to his dick, big and erect between his muscular thighs.
My breath caught in my throat and my pussy throbbed with need. I almost wanted to skip this part, jump to the part where they pushed into me, where they filled my body completely.
But I also wanted it to last forever, because this part — their mouths on my fevered skin, their fingers inside me — was too good to skip just because I was impatient for them to fuck me.
Bram took Poe’s place between my thighs, rising up on his knees to stare down at me. “I wanted to burn the world when you were gone.”
I lifted my arm, reaching for him. “I know.”
He locked his hand with mine, stared at our intertwined fingers, and brought my hand to his lips.
Then he dropped my hand and picked up where Poe had left off, tugging at my leggings and tossing them aside.
Remy had gotten naked while I’d been busy with Poe and Bram, and my heart skipped as I took in the thorny vines inked onto his broad shoulders and cut biceps. His blond hair flopped over his forehead in a way that sometimes looked cute but right now looked sexy as fuck.
He started to remove my sweatshirt and Bram growled a warning.
“Watch her face.”
“Duh.” Remy eased the sweatshirt over my head and threw it on the floor. “I propose you just stay naked, at least until yourface heals. Then we won’t have to worry about hurting you when we take off your clothes.”
I laughed. My god, it felt good to laugh.
“That’s generous of you,” I said.
He grinned and my heart skipped a beat again. “I’m a selfless kind of guy.”
Bram stared down at my naked body, a complicated array of emotions passing over his features.
I knew it was because I was beat up, my body almost as bruised and battered as my face. I’d fallen in the dungeon, had gone down onto the stone floors with Anton. I hadn’t registered pain at the time — I’d been too busy fighting for my life — but my skin was marred with an assortment of blue-and-purple bruises.
“I’m going to tear Todd apart piece by piece.” Bram’s voice was low and cold as ice.
“You’re going to fuck me first,” I said, trying to calm him. “Please.”
He stretched out over me, supporting most of his weight on his elbows, clearly worried about crushing me.
“Stop it.” I was surprised by the angry edge to my voice, could see that he was surprised too. “Stop treating me like a piece of glass. I won’t have it.”
His jaw tightened in the moment before he lowered his mouth to mine.
The ferocity of his kiss left no doubt that he’d heard me loud and clear. He claimed my mouth like a conquering warrior, plunging his tongue between my lips like a man possessed.
Fire licked between my thighs and I opened my legs wider, moaned as his huge cock, still inside his jeans, nestled against my throbbing cunt.
I wrapped my arms around his back and dug in with what was left of my nails, mostly broken from the scrabbling I’d donein the dungeon. I wanted to claim him too, wanted to mark him as my own.
