“So beautiful,” he whispered seconds before gripping my chin with his thumb and forefinger, lowering his head and capturing my mouth.
For the first time since I could remember, I felt beautiful. Would it be so bad to let go, to enjoy the moment shared between them? I wasn’t married, had yet to have a boyfriend for more than two dates. I’d kept to myself on purpose.
Because you were waiting for them.
No. Hell, no. That wasn’t true.
Was it?
I pried at my mind, trying to find whatever small snippets of rational brain cells were left. I couldn’t want this. That went against everything I’d worked for.
The kiss was primal and naughty, the taste of him tangy, the hint of a cigar. I found myself kissing him back, enjoying everything about the intimate act.
God, this was a nightmare.
Oh, no. This just couldn’t happen.
Alexander’s hold was possessive, his eyes never leaving mine.
I continued squirming on his lap, but instead of punching him to get away, I was kneading his chest, trying to rationalize what had just occurred. Everything about this was utter madness. I didn’t know any of the men, and fantasizing didn’t count.
The powerful mafia leader kept my rapt attention, brushing his fingers up and down my back. The kiss was an exquisite reminder that he was a dangerous man, but also one who enjoyed indulging in his darkest fantasies. But on this sunny afternoon in the middle of a mysterious location, he had allowed himself to become a different man.
While still dominating, he was sharing his needs with two men he’d spent almost every day with for years. I’d sensed their closeness the moment all three of them were in a room together. It was obvious to me they’d shared more than just criminal acts together. That both disgusted and enticed me.
I finally pushed my hands against him, breaking the strangely captivating connection, unable to stop shaking. I’d been dragged into the situation a lioness. I had no intention of going down without a fight. I had difficulty breathing as I concentrated on the way he was staring at me.
His grip on my chin tightened as he lowered his gaze, his nostrils flaring as he studied my breasts. I’d never felt so naked in my life.
Or so wanted.
A warm flush crept along my jawline as he rose from the chair, keeping my feet dangling in the air for a few seconds before putting me down.
“What are you going to do?” Duh. Wasn’t it obvious? Maybe I just needed to have them tell me. But what would that do, reaffirm they were horrible bastards? Maybe so.
“Now, we’re going to fuck you,” Daniel said, the sound of his voice no longer recognizable.
Alexander chuckled. “It would seem our innocent bird doesn’t believe us.”
“I’m not innocent, but that’s not going to happen,” I maintained, able to get out of his clutches but nearly tumbling over the coffee table. Brogan was there to catch me, swinging me around to face him, his hand immediately sliding down my spine. He used a single finger, rolling the tip down the crack of my ass before cupping my bottom.
“No,” Alexander stated with a hint of disdain. “You are definitely not innocent, are you, our sweet girl? You tried to kill two of us and almost succeeded. It’s time to share with you more of what you only partially achieved.”
“You’re going to do exactly as we say,” Brogan said in a voice so husky that shivers coursed through every muscle.
“No. That’s not going to happen.” No matter how many times I made the statement, it wasn’t going to matter. Besides, my voice held no real conviction any longer.
Brogan’s smile was almost evil, his upper lip curling before he crushed his mouth over mine. He tasted like peppermints, the sweetness startling. There was nothing sweet about the man. Itwisted in his arms, trying to get out of his hold, but within seconds, I realized it was no use.
He lifted me with ease, his strong arms blocking me against his body, but not before the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my abdomen created a storm of butterflies in my stomach. He held me against him in such a way I knew without a doubt there was no chance of escape.
“I’m going to enjoy every moment of this,” he whispered in a guttural promise.
Without bothering to look at the others, he took long strides out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time. I had a fleeting moment of feeling like a bad little girl being taken to bed after a tantrum. Wasn’t that exactly what was happening? I was being taken to a bed to be shared by three huge… gorgeous men.
As he climbed to the third floor, I was swept up in a round of dizziness, doing everything I could to control my breathing. I finally had the nerve to look behind me, biting back a moan when I saw the other two following. I’d never seen such devotion or lust in the eyes of any man as I saw in the three men. Maybe I’d been so starved for attention that I’d allowed myself to fall into this predicament.
The worst thing of all was that I wasn’t fighting with everything I had inside of me to break free of their mental and emotional chains.
