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“No. We also noticed that the three men in your book all share the same woman. But that’s not it, is it?”
He drops his hand, sliding it from my chin to my throat, which he lightly squeezes. I canfeelmy fucking eyes dilate. It’s like he just found my obedience button.
“No,” I whisper.
“No, it’s not. We couldn’t help but see there’s quite the theme to your book. Your girl Lavender seems to have certain tastes in the bedroom, doesn’t she? She likes her three men to be rough with her. She wants them to degrade her, force her to swallow their cocks down her pretty throat from her knees. She wants them to toss her around the room, spank her, tie her up, make her cry, and beg them to stop. But she doesn’t want them to stop, does she kitten? She never used that safe word, did she? She fucking loved it. Her pretty little cunt was always sopping wet for her men, wasn’t it?”
He says all of this so close to my face that his lips brush against mine with every single agonizing word. My body is covered in goosebumps and trembling. My breathing is labored. My skin is flushed and my pussy is dripping. With every single word out of Mario’s mouth, my craving for him, for them, grows.
“Answer me, kitten,” he grunts and emphasizes with a squeeze to my throat. I nod as I close my eyes and lean into his hand. “And is that girl you? Is that what you want? Three men to fuck you until you don’t know your own name? To use and abuse you in the most incredible ways? To make you cum so many times, you feel like you might die?”
What do I do? What do I say? I know what he’s asking me and I already know the answer, but for some reason, it feels like he’s asking me something else entirely. It feels like my answer will change everything.
But more than that, it feels like my answer holds the key to unlocking something deep down within myself that has been screaming at me, begging me to let it out. My deep, dark cravings. Do I want to let them out? Do I want to explore it, with them?
“Yes,” I whisper, right before Mario takes my mouth with his.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ohmygod.
His mouth is on mine. He is kissing me. Holy shit. I’m shocked, caught off guard, and momentarily frozen. But then, he grips my face and pulls me infinitely closer, aligning our bodies fully. I melt into him, into his kiss. Everything and everyone around us disappears.
This kiss iseverything.
My hands find his hips and I wrap my arms around his broad body, holding him tightly, using him to steady myself. Mario tugs my lower lip between his teeth, pulling it into his mouth where he sucks on it like a lollipop, causing me to moan loudly. He chuckles darkly and the sound vibrates against me.
His kiss is a lot like him; dominant, raw, aggressive, demanding, and hot as hell. With his mouth alone, Mario forces me into submission. My brain wants to fight him for power, for control, but the rest of me wants to give it all over to him. I want to let him take care of me and my needs.
Within this single kiss, my body sings, as if all of my nerve endings are waking up for the first time. He shifts my jaw back and forth with his large hands wrapped around my face. He puts me where he wants me and takes what he needs andI let him. I relent, soaking him up like I’m dying from dehydration and he’s the only water in sight.
The moment he releases my lip with an audiblepop,his tongue thrusts into my mouth. I return the favor, sucking on it like it’s his cock. His very hard, thick cock that is currently grinding against my stomach. I’m immediately cursing out every single piece of my DNA that has contributed to me being so short. If I was only a few inches taller, his dick would be exactly where I need it. My aching and throbbing core is fucking begging for him right now.
My hips jolt forward, seeking the relief that only he can give me. He grinds back on me, rubbing his hardness against my body. We dry hump while making out, like teenagers, instead of strangers. It’s only then that I remember where we are and that we have an audience. An audience that includes his friends and my sisters.
Fuck.
I pull away, panting, and look up at Mario. He’s as breathless as I am. His eyes are hooded and dazed as he stares at me He looks lust drunk. I probably don’t look much better right now. I can feel that my lips are swollen and my cheeks are on fire. All of me is on fire and I feel dizzy with need.
“Is this what you want, kitten? More?” he murmurs.
Before I even have a chance to contemplate my actions or process any of this, my head is already nodding vehemently. He’s created a need within me that I won’t be able to scratch on my own. I need him, now. He grins at me, but it’s not a sweet smile. No, it’s fucking feral.
“We’ll be back,” he calls out, never breaking eye contact with me.
I assume he said that for my sister’s benefit, but I can’t look away from him. He has me entranced right now, lost in his golden orbs. He winks at me and finally breaks eye contact, looking behind him at his friends. With a small, barely-there nod, they both stand and I finally drag my eyes to look at them.
Rook and Zander both have similar looks on their faces as Mario. They look like starving lions ready to pounce and I’m their meal.
Mario takes my hand in his and yanks me away from the table. I look back over my shoulder and meet the eyes of my three sisters. All three of them are slack-jawed and in shock. I don’t blame them. This is a little crazy. I shoot them a huge grin which I mean to be reassuring but I probably look like a psychopath. I give them a thumbs up before a hand is on my back, pushing me to follow Mario.
Holy shit. Is this really happening right now? Fuck yes!
I feel giddy, like a kid in a candy store. I want to jump up and down for joy, and shout my excitement for everyone to hear. But I can’t do that because Mario is suddenly dragging me through the packed club, bobbing and weaving in the crowd. I can feel the presence of one of the other men at my back. The body behind me feels hot and intense and I somehow already know that it’s Zander.
Zander? I really need to figure out their real names. I can’t keep calling them their fictional names in my head, or out loud. Especially if I’m about to let all three of them have their dirty way with me.
I assumed we were leaving, so I’m surprised when I’m pulled towards the back of the club instead of the front door. There’s a set of metal spiral stairs with a bouncer standing in front of it, blocking the path. With one nod from Mario, the big burly man steps aside and averts his eyes, letting us pass and go up to the second floor.
