There was no sense in denying the way I felt any longer. “Yes.”
Exhaling, he cupped my ass, grinding me back and forth across his groin until the friction became blinding. He pinned me against the wall, sliding his hand under my dress and cupping the lace panties between my legs. I was so wet, my panties already damp. Yet when he used a single finger, sliding it up anddown the soft fabric, I could feel my juices trickling against his hand.
Brogan lifted his head, brushing his lips across mine, his expression even more possessive. “It’s going to be a pleasure to fuck you into the wee hours of the morning, only this time, I’m going to enjoy savoring every minute of getting to know your luscious body. And that will be just the beginning.” He crushed his mouth over mine, thrusting his tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth as if his thirst could never be quenched.
Every tingling sensation was multiplied, pushed to the limits, driving me to the point of insanity. When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip, biting down until the tiny hint of pain brought me back to the awareness of what was really happening.
All three of them were intent on breaking me down, stripping away my resolve. They wanted me to hunger for them.
The thought of being with all three was insane, but I’d never wanted anything so much.
Suddenly, Brogan reared back, the words he’d issued bothering him. He backed away, as if the single touch had left him with savage burns. After curling his fingers, he took two long strides away.
“There is a very bad man determined to bring the three of us down using any method possible.”
His admittance surprised me. “Because of the Wild Boys?”
He laughed. “Your knowledge is fascinating, Dahlia, but you are correct. What you don’t know is that after your performance with Daniel on that darkened street, he was almost killed while attempting to bring you to the airport.”
“I wouldn’t know. I was drugged.” As soon as I said the words, I laughed, looking away.
Gripping my chin, he forced me to look at him. “This isn’t a game any longer. You’re not a killer, but you stumbled into a world that you don’t belong in.”
“I…”Tell him. Talk to him. Trust him.
The little voice pinged my brain, creating an instant fog. Where did I begin? When I closed my eyes, he growled, releasing his hold.
“This is futile. We’re going to enjoy dinner, Dahlia. The four of us. And you will talk. Do you understand me?”
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” I walked inside, then out of the room first, knowing he would follow closely behind. When I heard nothing, I stopped on the first landing, swallowing hard before looking up. He stood in all his unforgiving glory, peering over the top of the stairs with a hard stare. But his chest continued to heave, and I could feel the heat from his unbridled lust beaming down on me.
He’d wanted to say something, adding to the story, but felt compelled to hold back. I’d been able to tell what he’d been thinking and feeling. Everything about the way his stare pierced through me was disturbing.
His expression never changed as he moved down the stairs slowly, his eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t tolerate looking at him any longer. If I did, I’d fall into the mesmerizing effects of his brawn and hard muscles. I scurried along the hallway, darting my head into each room as I searched for the others. I wanted to take a mental picture of everything possible. Atsome point, I’d get free from their clutches, and I wanted to be accurate about every description and…
My God. I still believed I could go to the authorities for help. How stupid was I?
“Keep going,” he insisted.
I did as he commanded, feeling so small inside.
As I heard their voices, I stopped short, almost having a panic attack. I’d been able to face each one of them with no second guesses and only minimal terror. But being around the three of them had left me questioning everything about myself.
Especially because I craved being with them.
Just like I had before.
Their first touch, gentle and light as they brushed their fingers across my skin until it danced like shimmers in the moonlight.
The heat of their bodies cradling me moments before the rush of passion dragged us into the roar of intimacy.
The lusciousness of their lips pressed against mine, one after the other, igniting the fire caged in a cold, damp place.
And the release of our pent-up hunger, our combined beasts rushing to the surface and gasping for air as if for the first time.
Every muscle twitched as I stopped just outside the door. A single touch of Brogan’s hand against my back was almost too much to take. I was already lost to them, the inexplicable draw damning yet no longer something I could ignore.
And the four of us would burn in hell for our sins.
