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I tear my mouth from his. “He failed to mention any of that to me. And so did you.” I jerk my chin from his touch. “You would think I would have something to say about it.”
“You did when you broke into our home.” Marco’s gaze finds mine from between my legs. And then his lips wrap around my nub.
“Ohh,” I groan and try to lift my legs to encompass Marco’s shoulders, but again, I can’t move.
He chuckles warmly against my folds right before he dives in for an all-he-can-eat buffet. He licks, bites, and sucks anything his mouth can find. When I am left a puddle of goo in the middle of the bed, he finally releases my aching clit. “Watching you for years and not touching drove us mad with need.” Marco drops his head again and drags his tongue up the seam of my pussy. “We sat outside your work for hours watching, protecting you. We took turns sitting in the back of the bar just to make sure no asshole touched you.”
All those nights men wouldn’t even look at me come rushing back. Tips were always higher than my co-workers. None of us understood it, but I always made it a point to share.
“Come here, pussy cat. I want to feel that tongue sliding over my cock.”
I look at the animal Ryth is holding. My God, he’s huge. I hate myself for thinking it, but I want him. The situation is all levels of screwed up, but I can’t help the throbbing need I have to feel him in me. To have them taking me all at once.
Heat swells inside of me at the thought of being at their complete mercy.
“Why did you wait? Why did you stay away if you wanted me so badly?”
“You’re not the only one with honor. We made a promise. Now, stop talking and open for me.”
Alaric feasts on my breasts, Marco licks all the heat spilling between my thighs, and I get all the leaking cum from Ryth’s cock.
He strokes the long, thick shaft a few inches from my mouth. Until now I didn’t care about my surroundings past the ties and the bed holding me prisoner, but now I appreciate the glow of light from a chandelier high above the four-poster bed. We are back in Ryth’s room. I know because of the plum-colored walls.
Enough illumination highlights the bumps and ridges of the long slab of muscle covering his torso and abs. Like he is molded from a single sheet of polished marble.
Then there are the scars. Proof of the peril he faces the second he wakes in the morning until he’s safely tucked away in his tower at night. Dangers they all face. I know for sure Ryth has seen more than one knife fight. I have questions, but they can wait until after.
“Good, pussy cat. Take me all the way in.” His piercing, dark eyes hold mine. A hard heat hits my cheeks as I do as I am told. Never in my life have I ever taken a command from someone. Yet his tone sends a forbidden, naughty thrill through me. I’m sure there has to be something wrong with me. A part of my brain or soul that is broken beyond repair.
Letting them do this to me is wrong on so many levels, but I’m starting to not care.
I whimper as Ryth pushes his thick head past my lips and glides into my mouth. His fingers loosen in my hair one second and then turn punishing in the next. His hips push him deeper and deeper into my mouth until he’s tapping the back of my throat.
I swallow and he pulls out just as slowly as he sank in. He repeats the process until he finds a rhythm. He pushes in and when he pulls out, I make sure to hollow my cheeks just enough to have him groaning.
His gorgeous friend grips my breasts in his powerful hands, pressing them together. He moves between my nipples, biting and licking them with just enough force to have me creaming all over Marco’s face.
My lashes fall to my cheeks, and I can only moan around Ryth as my orgasm hits. He hisses, pulling out and then sliding back in.
“Do whatever the fuck you did again, Alaric. She likes it.” I taste the salty sweetness of Ryth’s pre-cum spilling all over my tongue.
“Mm. So do I.” Marco’s hands clamp around my inner thighs and his fingers feel like branding irons melding into my skin—hot and claiming.
I whimper and rock my hips into Marco’s greedy mouth. One second, he’s torturing my nub. The next he’s fingering my pussy. The sensory overload works in all our favor, and I am falling into another release. Only this one is so strong I pull away from Ryth, screaming through the pleasure and pain of a second climax.
Marco pushes to his knees, stroking his beautiful cock. Our gazes lock and I know what he’s about to ask.
“What protection do you have, sweet thing?”
I shake my head mesmerized by the sight of his body. The hungry look in his eyes. “None.” Sex hasn’t been on my to-do list. Since I dumped my boyfriend over two years ago, I haven’t found the need to carry condoms or stay on birth control pills.
“Good.” Marco guides himself to my entrance and I look on as my channel accepts his thick, swollen cum-dripping cock. “Our cocks haven’t known the flesh of a woman in years. You have been our sole priority.”
His admission sends massive amounts of awe through me. They wanted me for that long? He could be lying. Men do that. I’m far from being naive.
The meaning of what is about to happen hits home and it’s not the whirlwind of emotions driving me into this. It’s the possessive claim they hold over me. The fire in their eyes, the way they look at me with more than just lust has me holding my breath and believing them.
I should be ashamed of what I’m doing. What I am allowing to happen to me. But these three powerful, dominant, mafia men make me feel wanted. Something I haven’t had in my life from another human being in so long I want to weep.
