I smile at him. “I don’t want you to be nice, Dimitri. I want to be yours in a way I can only be if we fight.”
Knox nods, his eyes going all cold steel. “Red it is,” he says.
Jaxon cracks his knuckles. “Okay.” He grins, manic and sharp. He steps to the gate and yanks at the lockbox, shakes it until the cheap metal pops apart. The security camera above the porch blinks its little red dot, but Jax waves to it, unbothered. He grabs his pocketknife and works the lock. The lock disengages with a click and he pushes the gate open.
“We should install a better system before we move in,” Jaxon notes and Dimitri sighs.
I nudge the gate further open, give my three men one last look, and then bolt through the crack.
I run ahead, up the slick concrete drive, not daring to look back. My legs are trembling, my stomach swirling.
I duck around the corner of the house, lungs burning.
I hear the first set of footsteps before I make it to the back of the house. Jax, most likely, because he always wants to win. I pick up my pace as I hear all three.
And I know each of them is holding back for my sake. If they really wanted to catch me, I’d be on the ground by now, face in the dirt. The thought lights up my nerves and pushes me to run faster, to plan better.
I find the door to the mudroom and wiggle the knob.
“Please, open, please,” I pray and I smirk as the door opens. I can hear their voices. Knox barking directions, Jaxon laughing like it’s the best night of his life, Dimitri’s low, intent grumble.
I slip inside, closing the door behind me. Then it goes quiet. I press myself flat against the wall, barely breathing, waiting for the next move.
The knob turns. Shit. Not even a warning. I turn to dart, but an arm snakes around my ribs, pinning both my wrists to my chest.
“Look who I found here,” Dimitri groans as I wiggle in his strong grasp. His hand runs down my stomach and forces his way into my pants. “Let’s see how much of a dirty little thing you are.”
Those words sink into me as his fingers stroke over my clit. Pleasure spikes through my body and my pussy tightens around nothing.
“Such a good plaything,” Dimitri whispers and my jaw sets.
I lift my arms, so his other hand follows. Just high enough to bite down.
“Fuck,” he hisses. His grip loosens enough to break free, his touch leaving me completely, and a deep, cold chuckle follows.
Knox.
I turn to watch him step beside Dimitri; heat fills my body as I step back.
“I remember the last time you bit me, sweetheart,” he teases. “Remember how good I fucked you?”
Oh god.
My pussy cries for him and I shake my head. “Can’t remember it; was probably better for you than for me.”
His teeth grind, his eyes boring into my soul. “I’ll make you regret that.”
“I’m waiting,” I taunt and turn to sprint, but run straight into Jax.
“You didn’t even make it to the stairs,” he says, voice deep and low.
Dimitri grabs me from him and manhandles me like a disobedient pet, carrying me out of the mudroom and into the kitchen.
“Let me go,” I grit and fight. I kick, thrash in his hold, but he only grins wider and shoves me forward, slamming me chest-first against the granite island.
His hand slides down between my thighs, jerking them apart. “Let’s see how hard you come for me.”
“No, don’t,” I spit and push my hips back. He tightens his grip, fingers digging in just a little too hard, and he rips my jeans down to my knees. He fists my shirt, hauls it up over my head, and I hear the metallic click of my bra clasp coming undone. Then the cold air rasps over my bare back. His palm spreads over my shoulder blades and slams me harder against the counter.
