He kept a slight smile on his face as he eased down onto his back, slowly turning his head in my direction. Then he beckoned me with a single finger.
“Come ride me, Dahlia. I need to be inside of you. I think I’ve waited long enough.” His voice was so dark, the deep baritone sending a wave of vibrations dancing through me.
I crawled closer, straddling his hips, swallowing hard. My body continued to sway, chilled to the bone by the entire experience. Even goosebumps had formed on my skin, giving away the continuing anxiety as well as the damning desire I felt. He shifted into silence, brushing his knuckles against my cheek then taking his time drawing them down my neck to my chest. His nostrils flared at he studied me and for a few seconds, I was mesmerized by the intensity of the way he was looking at me.
“Who are you, little bird? Who are you?” I could tell he wasn’t asking the question of me but of himself, trying to figure out the mystery.
A lump remained in my throat as he explored my body, flexing his fingers open, then pulling them around my breasts. I took a few seconds to study his chiseled features, marveling at just how long his eyelashes were. They framed his face perfectly, his high cheekbones and forehead accentuating his aristocratic features.
But I was drawn the most to his ruby red lips, the color unimaginably sensuous. They were made for kissing for hours. I took a deep breath, holding it inside when he flicked his fingers across both nipples. I knew what to expect and when he twisted them in his fingers, I threw my head back, my moan ragged.
Alexander was obviously growing antsy. He shifted around the bed, stretching out his arm so he could slide his fingers down my back. I wasn’t expecting to feel the same dazzling sensations as I had with the other two, but as I’d been with everything else, I was wrong. By the time he stood at the end of the bed, I was tingling all over.
His weight compressed the bed and when he tangled his fingers in my hair, sliding them through my long locks, a series of stars floated in front of my eyes. They weren’t just fucking me. They were seducing me, just like I’d done to two of them, prepared to do to Daniel if I’d been given the chance.
I bit my lower lip, trying to keep a strangled cry from erupting from my throat. This was almost exactly like the fantasies I’d had before. I’d dreamt of them as knights in shining armor, princes with the perfect high heel for Cinderella.
Only they weren’t the perfect heroes, and I wasn’t a princess. As Daniel wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, I couldn’t help but smile. He rolled the tip of his cock up and down the length of my pussy, his actions driving me crazy.
At the same time, Brogan finally joined us, crawling near the head of the bed, his chest rising and falling, his cock at full attention. As before, my mouth watered, my heart thudding against my chest as I thought about being taken by all three men. Then I realized what that would mean. The second I did, Alexander shifted behind me, using both hands to rub my back.
I tensed, processing what was about to happen. I’d never been with two men, let alone three. While the idea was incredible, the slither of fear drifted into a giant cavern. “What are you doing?” I managed, the question sounding ridiculous even to me.
Alexander leaned over, straddling Daniel’s legs. When he pressed the full weight of his body against me, several whimpers fluttered from my lips.
“We’re going to continue making you feel like you’re floating on air, achieving the perfect ecstasy. And what am I doing? I’m going to be the first one to fuck you in the ass.”
* * *
Alexander
Incredible.
What I’d experienced before with Dahlia had been delicious, but not real. This was something else entirely. I was on the kind of electric plateau that I’d only achieved a couple of times before inmy life. The feeling was indescribable, as if the primal creature inside of me had finally been let loose without fear of terrorizing the woman I was spending time with. While that made no real sense, I’d felt the connection strengthen. It was another crazy thought, but it was as if she was always meant to belong to us.
Us. That meant four human beings spending time together, sharing more than just hot sex. I wasn’t a relationship kind of guy, had never wanted to experience what I’d considered the bullshit my parents had. This was entirely different. I wanted to protect her as much as I wanted to fuck her.
However, I doubted this could be the perfect union. How could it be after all? Even if she was the one, the perfect girl to be able to handle not only my dark, depraved need but those of the two other men as well, she’d never be safe. Everything good that had come in my life had been destroyed, ripped away because of who and what I was.
She’d be considered a weakness, Durante enemies lining up one at a time to strip her away from me. From us. I almost laughed when I realized how excited I’d been the first time the three of us had entered into a conversation about sharing a woman. I’d thought it was the perfect relationship, one that would allow the woman more security. Now I wasn’t certain about anything.
Dahlia’s continued denial of everything was cute, but my patience was wearing thin. There was much more to what was going on than the actions she taken, almost to success. I felt it in my gut. Her reasoning was personal. That much I knew. The text threats were cold, taunting us, the method the gunman had issued tried and true. That indicated something else altogether.
I’d instructed my Capo to check the word on the streets. With my ‘death,’ it was possible the person responsible for eitherinstigating Dahlia’s help, forcing it, or attempting to settle an old score at a coincidental moment would become more careless.
While I didn’t believe in coincidences, I was finished with reacting to the situation instead of using my contacts, sweeping the streets in every way possible in order to gain information.
Even if that meant allowing blood to flow.
I hissed under my breath, trying to concentrate on the lovely woman crouched over one of the few people I could trust. Every time I touched her, my heart thudded in my chest. I’d craved being inside of her every day since the incident, longing to fill her with my seed every single day. Did that make me more of a monster than before? At this moment, I didn’t give a shit.
“I can’t wait to be inside of your tight little ass.” I smiled at Daniel, winking when I saw the way he was looking at me. Both he and Brogan were just as hungry, if not more than I was. Seeing her voluptuous body once again had almost driven me to madness. I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, sliding it up and down her pussy several times. Then I drove the entire length past her swollen folds, tossing my head back and roaring from the way her muscles clamped around my shaft like a wet and warm blanket. I pulled out, struggling to control my breathing, the sensations rocketing through me. I couldn’t believe how good she felt, her entire body tensing from the savagery I’d used. Yet her moans were the sweetest music, filtering into my ears like a whispered melody.
God, the woman was everything I’d ever wanted.
Too bad she’d tried to kill me.
Maybe I was twisted, but the thought was sexy as hell.
