“You had your reasons.” As had occurred before, being in his arms felt right, as if I was always meant to be close to him. But as he held me, the sense of urgency we both felt was hampered by the lies, dirty dark secrets that had turned me into something I wasn’t. I slid my arm around his neck, digging my fingers into the muscles.
He lifted my leg, holding it against his hip, using a single finger to stroke my skin. The fire burning within was already combustible. There was no way this would turn out well, nothing that could make it right, but even the thought of shoving aside my needs was impossible to bear.
When he buried his face in my hair, fisting the back of it at the scalp, it seemed he would squeeze the life out of me. Just the sensations he created as the hard ridge of his cock pressed against my stomach were breathtaking. I wanted him to rip off my clothes, filling me with his cock, driving me into the same incredible moment of bliss he’d done before.
“Do you want this, my little flower?” His hoarse whisper was dripping with damaged need.
There was no sense in denying the way I felt any longer. “Yes.”
Exhaling, he cupped my ass, grinding me back and forth across his groin until the friction became blinding. He pinned me against the wall, sliding his hand under my dress and cupping the lace panties between my legs. I was so wet, my panties already damp. Yet when he used a single finger, sliding it up and down the soft fabric, I could feel my juices trickling against his hand.
Brogan lifted his head, brushing his lips across mine, his expression even more possessive. “It’s going to be a pleasure to fuck you into the wee hours of the morning, only this time, I’m going to enjoy savoring every minute of getting to know your luscious body. And that will be just the beginning.” He crushed his mouth over mine, thrusting his tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth as if his thirst could never be quenched.
Every tingling sensation was multiplied, pushed to the limits, driving me to the point of insanity. When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip, biting down until the tiny hint of pain brought me back to the awareness of what was really happening.
All three of them were intent on breaking me down, stripping away my resolve. They wanted me to hunger for them.
The thought of being with all three was insane, but I’d never wanted anything so much.
Suddenly, Brogan reared back, the words he’d issued bothering him. He backed away, as if the single touch had left him with savage burns. After curling his fingers, he took two long strides away.
“There is a very bad man determined to bring the three of us down using any method possible.”
His admittance surprised me. “Because of the Wild Boys?”
He laughed. “Your knowledge is fascinating, Dahlia, but you are correct. What you don’t know is that after your performance with Daniel on that darkened street, he was almost killed while attempting to bring you to the airport.”
“I wouldn’t know. I was drugged.” As soon as I said the words, I laughed, looking away.
Gripping my chin, he forced me to look at him. “This isn’t a game any longer. You’re not a killer, but you stumbled into a world that you don’t belong in.”
“I…”Tell him. Talk to him. Trust him.
The little voice pinged my brain, creating an instant fog. Where did I begin? When I closed my eyes, he growled, releasing his hold.
“This is futile. We’re going to enjoy dinner, Dahlia. The four of us. And you will talk. Do you understand me?”
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” I walked inside, then out of the room first, knowing he would follow closely behind. When I heard nothing, I stopped on the first landing, swallowing hard before looking up. He stood in all his unforgiving glory, peering over the top of the stairs with a hard stare. But his chest continued to heave, and I could feel the heat from his unbridled lust beaming down on me.
He’d wanted to say something, adding to the story, but felt compelled to hold back. I’d been able to tell what he’d been thinking and feeling. Everything about the way his stare pierced through me was disturbing.
His expression never changed as he moved down the stairs slowly, his eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t tolerate looking at him any longer. If I did, I’d fall into the mesmerizing effects of his brawn and hard muscles. I scurried along the hallway, darting my head into each room as I searched for the others. I wanted to take a mental picture of everything possible. At some point, I’d get free from their clutches, and I wanted to be accurate about every description and…
My God. I still believed I could go to the authorities for help. How stupid was I?
“Keep going,” he insisted.
I did as he commanded, feeling so small inside.
As I heard their voices, I stopped short, almost having a panic attack. I’d been able to face each one of them with no second guesses and only minimal terror. But being around the three of them had left me questioning everything about myself.
Especially because I craved being with them.
Just like I had before.
Their first touch, gentle and light as they brushed their fingers across my skin until it danced like shimmers in the moonlight.
The heat of their bodies cradling me moments before the rush of passion dragged us into the roar of intimacy.