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Could I really trust them to keep their word? Does it even matter? I’ve been soaking wet since the moment I realized who is surrounding me. Right or wrong, it’s just a fact.
“One night and then that’s it. You seeing me here will never be spoken of again. Is that what you’re putting on the table?”
“Yes, Viola,” Mateo assures me. “That’s what is on the table.”
“Such a simple trade,” Marco croons and I barely stop myself from looking over my shoulder at him.
I consider my options, the air around us becoming heavier with every breath I take. It’s not just the air, it’s the electricity as well. My nipples pebble and I desperately want to squeeze my thighs together to stop the ache.
My pussy is on board and waving from the back of the caboose as the sex train is pulling out of the station. Hell, she’s practically setting off confetti cannons at the prospect of being between the three men in front of me.
My pussy is sometimes an idiot.
Still, I don’t really see another way out of this which allows me to keep my secret. Could they come back to me later and want something else? Yes, but a man’s word has always meant something in my world. They could be the exceptions.
It’s a chance I’m going to have to take. I don’t want my brothers to know about my time at Club Sin and I definitely don’t want them to know that I shook my detail. That would, actually, be worse if they found that out. I’d be locked up in no time at all.
It would be for my protection, but it would still suck and change my entire life.
I take a step forward, away from Marco, and he hisses at the loss of contact. I reach around and slide the zipper of my dress down before pulling the straps down my arms. When I push the dress down over my hips, exposing the expensive and sexy as hell lingerie I have on, the intensity in the room, the charge, ramps up.
“You’ve got a deal, Mr. Falsini. One night with me between you and my secret stays a secret.”
“Oh, princess,” Marco groans. “You are going to be such a nice toy to play with.”
Before I can turn and look at him, he places something over my eyes, and everything goes dark.
CHAPTER 4
MASSIMO
Everything seems to stop as Viola stands in front of us wearing a matching set of lacy lingerie. I thought my cock was hard before, but seeing her in front of me, showing me everything I’ve been dreaming of since the first time I saw her, I grow even harder. I could pound fucking nails with my shaft right now.
With her eyes covered by a blindfold that Marco puts on, she holds her breath and then blows it out slowly. I watch as her breathing deepens.
“We’re going to show you the kind of play we enjoy, Viola,” Mateo’s voice is smooth and even, but there’s a hint of strain there which tells me this is getting to him more than he’s willing to let on.
How could a woman like Viola not get under his skin. She’s been under mine for a long fucking time. I knew there was only one way Mateo would ever look at her twice—to make him think she could be of use to us. I knew it would be harder for Marco to take her seriously because he rarely takes anything seriously but watching her was the first step.
There’s a waver to Viola’s voice, “What kind is that?”
“The blindfold is a hint,” Marco teases as his fingers trail down and up her arms, barely touching her skin and making her shudder.
“We like to take away the ability to see and sometimes hear in order to enhance your other senses,” Mateo’s eyes are boring into Viola as Marco’s hands run over her body.
“You’ll tell us if it’s too much,” I don’t pose it as a question because it isn’t.
She might have agreed to a night with us, but I want more. So much fucking more. I know Viola Guidice is the woman who is meant to be between the three of us. It won’t happen after one night, but this is the first step in making her ours. Once my brothers realize what we have in front of us right now and what it will mean if we lose her, they’ll get on board.
Mateo might be intent on power, but he’s also possessive as hell. Marco might want to play off most things as a joke, but he will fiercely protect what is his, what is ours.
I’ve known for a while now. Viola is ours.
I stand up and take silent steps closer to the woman who has captured my soul until I’m standing right in front of her. Marco’s hands glide down the side of her torso, snagging her panties and pushing them down over her hips as I reach around and unhook her bra. As it falls to the ground, a pile of lace, I can’t help but take in her perfect, handful sized tits which I can’t wait to touch.
As Marco steps back, Viola sways slightly and I lean forward to feather kisses along her shoulder. I murmur against her skin, “We’re going to make this a night you never forget.”
When I nip at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, a little moan escapes her lips and I want to find more ways to entice her to make more. More sounds. Better sounds. Louder sounds.
