I stand up, arms and legs shaking from bending over and holding the seat.
“My turn, bella.” Damiano takes out his cock and gives it a slow stroke as he looks at me. “You look like you’re about to fall over. The wall, over here.”
He grabs my hand and leads me to the side of the steps, where a dark wall separates this seating section from the entryway to the theater. He leans me against the wall and lifts one of my knees, opening me for his cock. He rubs the tip against me for a moment, causing me to whimper with need, before he slides inside. He’s so thick and long, this angle makes me see stars. Or maybe that’s just flashing lights as a horde of zombies attack each other on the movie screen.
“You’re wet with his come,” Damiano growls. “Bella, now I will fill you with mine. Our seed will be leaking from you for the rest of the night.”
It sounds so wrong, but it feels so good. They’re claiming me in this movie theater. In the front row, the two guys have the blonde between them—one fucking her from the back, and the other taking her mouth. The view only heightens my lust. I want to do that with Damiano and Seth sometime.
Damiano grunts as he pulls out and pushes back in again. “So good, Madison. Can you come again for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, bella, I love it when you call me Sir.” He reaches behind me to touch the base of the plug, moving it around inside me.
I clench his shoulders as my entire body tightens around him. He curses in Italian and slams into me, his base dragging against my clit. “Come now, bella.”
My body obeys and I shatter into a million shards of ecstasy, my cries muffled by his mouth over mine, his tongue claiming me. He comes with me, pulsing as his come fills me up, joining with Seth’s.
My men thought ahead—they brought a plastic bag of damp paper towels, which they use to clean me up. They carefully remove the plug, wrapping it in a wipe and tucking it into the plastic bag to clean later. I send looks down to the other three people in the theater, and it seems they’ve finished up their fun, as well.
“Do you want to stay and finish the movie?” Seth asks.
I shake my head. “Not tonight. Let’s go home together. I don’t care where—I just want to be together.”
“Same,” Damiano agrees. “We will come back another time and watch the movie for real.”
Damiano made good on his promise of touching me in obscene places during the movie…I blush at the thought.
And despite everything “obscene” about it, I’m still falling in love with these men.
I can only hope they feel the same way. Because if this ends? I don’t think I’ll survive.
6
SETH
Landon Sprechter sprawls in the armchair across from mine. We’re in the sitting area of my office, each of us holding a tumbler of whisky and frowning.
“So we’re certain it’s Point Ops,” he says, staring into his glass.
“There’s no one else who wants us gone this bad. Our rivalry has gotten a lot worse in the past three months—they’ve been scooping jobs out from under us.” I’m still bitter about the Alaska job with Dumond and Kerrick. Fuckers. “There’s also that temper tantrum you and Cody found.”
The audio clip is short, only fifteen seconds recorded by a former Point Ops employee. Landon and Cody have been doing a lot of legwork, tracking down anyone who might have insights into Pointer’s motives. They found motives, straight from Pointer’s own mouth. I play the recording on my phone.
“…swear to fucking god, Nove fucked our plans. Coming in like some noble fucking knights. You know how much we’ve lost to them? Millions. I can’t even stomach it.” The recording ends there, but it’s more than enough.
“Well.” Landon takes a sip of whisky. “We’ve been through every property holding of Point Ops, reviewing which ones might be in the picture of your parents. It isn’t a hotel or motel, we know that much from the background details.”
They’re good—I wouldn’t have been able to narrow it down that far.
“Well, there’s a building somewhere,” I say. “Something they own, I’m sure of it. They wouldn’t want to leave anything to chance by holding my parents in a place they don’t control.”
As Landon nods thoughtfully, my phone buzzes with a text.
I grin when I see Madison’s name on the screen.
“Who’s the girl?” Landon asks with a teasing note in his voice.
