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Four pairs of intense, burning eyes fall on me and capture my attention. I can vaguely hear my dad talk, but his words barely register.
“Welcome… thrilled… get to know each other… alone, maybe?”
And before I realize what he said, what he’s offered, Danni O’Malley straightens from the sofa where he was stretched out, grabs my hand and walks me through the library French doors, to the balcony.Oh boy.
His hand is large, warm, and calloused. It’s just his palm against mine, his long, thick fingers engulfing mine, but I feel owned, possessed, dominated, already taken and done for.
I trot behind him in quick steps, trying to make up for his large strides with my high-heels clad feet.
“Hey, not so fast.”
O’Malley stops and looks down at me. Fuck, this man’s eyes. Deep indigo blue. The exact shade of the ocean offshore. I always knew I’d drown in them.
“My apologies, sweetheart. I seem to forget my manners around you.”
Oh. My. God. I never, ever heard the man talk. I didn’t know. Holy shit. The faint trace of a Boston accent in his deep voice, the way he rolls his ‘Rs’, I’m fucking screwed.
“Uh… no… that’s okay. It’s just… you… have longer legs. And… uh… I’m wearing… heels.”
The hint of a cocky smile curls the side of his delicious looking mouth and both my heart and pussy flutter in unison. Fuck me. He’s absolutely gorgeous.
Yes, I could tell he’s handsome. My sister and I have been drooling over The Tetrad since we were teenagers and started following the group of hot young men in society papers and every chance we got to see them. But I never saw Danni O’Malley smile. Didn’t even know he was capable of a different expression than his stoic resting bitch face. But this? This twinkle in his sapphire eyes, the slight hook of his full lips? This fucking changes everything.
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DANNI
Deep breaths, man. You don’t wanna fucking scare her.
I’m undressing Isabelle Saint Clair with my eyes, removing every single layer of clothing from her curvy body by the sheer force of my brain. That fucking sexy, elegant white dress that hits her just above the knee. Hugging her full figure just tight enough to make my mouth water. Showing just enough skin to let you know she has fantastic legs, thick thighs, round hips, and a superb pair of knockers. The small scarf she tied around her neck like some fucking sexy flight attendant from the sixties.Fuck. This woman.
What Isabelle’s dad wants to do is sick. Sell her to the highest bidder between my friends and me. That asshole has no fucking clue who we are, or how we operate. Idiot thinks he’s bidding us against each other. Little does he know we’re here to fucking take what we want, and he’s not fucking getting one damn thing in return.
“Here fine?” I ask her. “Are you cold?”
She shakes her head, a heart-stopping smile on her fucking kissable mouth.
“No, I’m good, but thank you for checking.”
I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. Her soft hand still engulfed in my big paw.
Isabelle takes a deep breath, making her chest rise, expand, fill the discreet v-neck of her dress even more, and make the situation in my pants grow by another inch.Fuck me.
When she finally talks, her throaty voice feels like a nice, caressing squeeze of my balls, a languid rub along the underside of my shaft.Oh shit, this woman.
“Thank you for coming today, Mr. O’Malley. I’m not exactly sure how all of this is supposed to go, though.”
She lets out a short laugh. Not a nervous giggle, but the actual amused laughter of someone who sees the irony in our insane circumstances. Well, insane for ordinary people. In our world, these kinds of arrangements happen all the time.
I want to see how daring exactly this woman is. If she’s the queen, we see in her. The badass who will be the perfect addition to our tribe.
I take a step closer, crowding her space.
“I know exactly how it’s supposed to go, sweets,” I croon, bringing my face close to hers, then softly pressing my mouth to the corner of her fucking tempting lips.
Fuck, she smells good! All woman, not a hint of girl. A deep, rich, sophisticated fragrance, perfectly blending with her natural scent. The combination is lethal. And at this point, my cock is well and ready to rip through my pants. I circle her incurved waist with my large hands and pull her flush against my body. Her soft curves melt into my hard muscles, fitting into me as if we were two pieces of a puzzle coming together in perfect harmony.
I hiss out, “fuck.” At the same time, Isabelle gasps.
