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Shane was so still, so silent, his blue eyes like lasers boring into her as the tension and air of dominance strengthened around him.
“Too late?” he repeated softly. “Do you really think either of us will accept that now?”
“I don’t care if you accept it, Shane.” Shaking her head, she realized that allowing him to confront her alone might not have been the wisest course of action.
He wouldn’t hurt her, but her ability to deny herself once the cousins touched her was already proven to be completely ineffective.
“I really don’t care if you accept it; that’s how it will be.” Unfortunately, the conviction she felt wasn’t nearly as deep as she hoped.
The hard, less than amused features shifted, became more sensual and far too hungry.
“Keep telling yourself that. See if you can convince yourself of it while I’m working my cock inside you,” he suggested, the low rasp of his voice sending a shiver of remembered pleasure up her spine.
She couldn’t do this again. She couldn’t risk what she could feel it doing to her, weakening the shields she’d placed around her emotions, around her ability to be hurt.
“And you really think I’m just going to give in to that fantasy as easily as Sebastian managed to fool me with it?” Anger rose inside her again, swift and hot.
“At least you admit to wanting us,” he pointed her error out, his smile hard, his eyes filled with lust and rage. “Eight years of that hunger, Alyssa. Six of those years knowing you had married another man, slept with another man. And lost our child while married to another goddamned man!”
The fury slipped free. Shane had never had the same control of his anger or the ability to channel as Sebastian did. It rolled through him now, though the hands that gripped her hips, tilted them, and lifted her until her rear rested on the desk weren’t hurtful.
Sexual dominance and determined lust did fill them, though. That leashed, forceful hunger had always made denying him impossible. Not that she’d been able to deny Sebastian’s charm, either.
“This isn’t the time for this—”
“There’s no better time for it,” Shane informed her, the guttural sound of his voice slicing through her anger, eight years of pain and need pushed aside as she felt her body refusing to obey the demand that she tear herself from him. That she put enough distance between them to be able to think.
“Shane, this isn’t a good idea,” she tried to object again.
“Do you know, Alyssa, of every woman I’ve been with, there has been none that I’ve hungered to fuck as I’ve hungered to fuck you. None,” he snarled. “That gave me such pleasure as I received while watching your tight little ass open for me, watching it stretch and burn my cock as you whimpered, gasped, and begged for that mix of pleasure and pain that only comes while your lover’s taking you so intimately.”
Taking her so intimately. And that was what it had been. An intimacy, a trust she’d never known with anyone else but him and Sebastian.
Alyssa fought to breathe as her body clenched, her sex heating and instantly so wet that her response began dampening her panties.
> He and Sebastian both had always seemed surprised at how eagerly she came to them, no matter how they took her. That particular act had been like throwing gas on a conflagration.
“You have no right to come here like this—”
“The hell I don’t.” Gripping her jaw, Shane forced her to stare up at him, forced her to see the emotions burning in his gaze.
Emotions she had fought herself for so long were now reflected in the haggard features staring down at her.
“I knew the moment Sebastian touched you,” he whispered, the rage in his eyes softening, sensuality and lust flickering in the brilliancy of the color now. “I felt your pleasure, Alyssa. Just as we would each sense it each time the other took you and we weren’t there, in Spain. I sensed the ever-present pain locked in my soul ease, felt you aching, desperate, then felt all that pleasure whipping inside you.”
“Shane!” The buttons of her blouse scattered over the floor as he tore the edges apart to reveal the minuscule lace bra she wore, the cups barely covering her engorged nipples.
“Eight years we ached for you.” His voice dropped, became thick and rough. “Eight years, Alyssa, and all I could dream of was taking you. Tasting your kiss. Sucking those pretty, sweet nipples until you came.…” He cupped one swollen mound gently. “Do you remember the afternoon we took you to the private beach in Sebastian’s boat?”
She did. Oh God.… “I won’t—” She didn’t want to remember, but she remembered.
“I sucked those pretty, tight nipples while Sebastian pulled you down where he sat in the cockpit seat?”
Her breath caught, her vagina clenching, knowing Shane caught the response as he watched her carefully. “You were begging him to fuck you hard, to make you burn,” he whispered as he leaned closer, easing her to her back on the top of the desk. “Then you begged me.”
“Stop. Stop—” She tried to cover his lips, to make the words stop.
“Sebastian was groaning your name as he came inside you,” Shane reminded her. “But we were going to take you together, remember? Before you rode his cock into orgasm, he had your sweet rear ready to be fucked. And you were already primed for it.”
