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My deep breathing becomes raspy and unrecognizable. “Wait, this is too much. Way too fast.” Inside my head, my brain shrieks break for God’s sake woman, but my body is overriding that command with floor it, baby!

Strong unyielding fingers draw to my neck and hold me down.

My heart jackhammers. But I realize the feeling is completely different as it did when Snake Eyes actively tried to shut off my air supply.

But still, instinct brings my fingers up to grab Lev’s thick wrist and I am suddenly on high alert. Everything about these men screams danger. Their intimidating bad-boy reputation, brutish strength, arrogance, and dark looks serve as warnings to keep away.

So why do I find them so attractive?

I narrow my eyes and swing between the two of them. “You should know the last person who tried to put their hands on my throat got a knife in his wrist.”

Lev slips to the floor and puts his face in mine. This close our noses nearly touch. “Don’t threaten us unless you plan on following through.”

I wrench myself back from the cusp of the fantasy of casual sex and latch onto the threatening tone in his voice. It adds a silent layer to his spoken threat. As if to say, if I push him he’d tie me up and do whatever the hell he wanted. Him and his friends.

Gregor rubs my clit mercilessly, yanking a gasp of surprise from me. I’m jerked back to the cusp of our fantasy with two options–go home or give in.

Fuck, what is wrong with me? My cheeks flame and I hate that he can get any kind of reaction out of me with just a finger. “You do not scare me. Neither of you.”

Lev brushes the tip of his nose against mine. “Wrong,” he grunts. “You shouldn’t lie. Not when we can see the fear in your eyes.”

The pressure on my throbbing nub increases and I’m panting. If I were standing right now my knees would be wobbly. It’s hard to hold my anger this close to reaching my climax. I grab Gregor’s wrist but instead of stopping him, I move my fingers over his and help. Warm juices drip from my core to slide down the crack of my ass.

It’s distracting and makes me wonder if they’ll both take me. One in my pussy and the other in my ass.

I shake my head and try to dislodge the vision of my virgin body swallowing both of their hard cocks but I can’t.

I rock my hips and the fingers on my throat tights one at a time until those white dots from earlier in the day reappear.

I enter a level of bliss as my core tightens and my eyes slip closed.

Tingles run through every cell. There’s not a part of me that doesn’t feel like I am flying. I scream and thrash against them, the sofa. I am close. I hear Gregor’s name as it falls off my tongue but can’t believe it’s my voice.

I can feel my blood pumping through me, the flow carrying my need for release to every muscle in my body.

Lev’s fingers never leave my throat and this time he does manage to steal my breath for himself.

With a kiss.

Between my legs, Gregor slows to a maddening pace making me wait while his friend's lips move over mine in a searing hot claim. My mouth falls open for him and Lev moves in taking what he wants. Our energies collide, fuse, and break apart to do it all over again.

Isn’t this just like all the fantasies I entertained in the dead of night? Alone in my room. I can’t remember how many times I would finger my clit to the dream of having such powerful men pleasuring my body.

“I need to come,” I beg and whimper. “Please make the pain stop, it burns. The heat. It’s way too much.”

“Come for us, beautiful,” comes a new deep voice. “Be a good girl and drip those juices all over Gregor’s face. Give us what is ours.”

My eyes fly open to land on a piercing set of black eyes. A man cast in deep shadow dressed in an expensive suit, neatly combed hair, and a formidable presence stands over us.

Elyah. He found us.

My body turns molten under the molten flash of heat in his eyes. His gaze touches every inch of me though his hands are in his pockets. The bulge behind his zipper speaks volumes.

Gregor’s mouth replaces our combined touch. His lips cover the ones between my legs. He pushes the tip of his tongue inside me and then moves to wrap it around my hard, throbbing clit. He bats at it over and over forcing my back to arch off the sofa. But I don’t get far. Lev is there holding me down, stealing my air with his consuming kiss.

Hot and demanding. I lose myself to the pleasure easily falling into the clutches of my impending release.

With a cry, I explode all over Gregor’s face, as commanded. My orgasm rips through me, I arch my back and gasp as my body rolls and shivers with pleasure.

The strong hand on my throat releases and roams down my chest to slide over the curve of my breasts.

He murmurs something in a deceptively soft tone I don’t understand. There’s not a reason in this world why I should feel safe with these three. Either the two and a half margaritas mixed up my signals, or I am messed up in the head. Because despite their killer reputations and criminal ties I feel nothing but pure bliss.

Slowly I find myself panting and my muscles shaky from the powerful release. I melt into the sofa and realize all three men are watching me intently.

Elyah moves in front of me and kneels. No words, only complete thirst, and intent in his glittering black eyes. Gregor moves aside, holding me open for his friend. Locking his eyes on mine, Elyah dips his head and passes his tongue through my release.

The shock is breathtaking. Instant and binding. I want more. But he seems in more control than me because he is already pulling back and licking his lips.

Oh…that is sexy as hell.

My hair drapes over a shoulder and he fingers the ends before brushing the tips across the overly sensitive tip of a nipple.

He plunges his tongue into my core and I feel I could easily be taken to the edge again.

He swirls, dips, and slides a finger in. My walls stretch to accommodate his thick finger in a delicious pinch that shoots me to my elbows.

“Has she told you her name yet?”

My blood chills. I’d hoped they would overlook the small detail of me not returning the same courtesy of offering my name. I should have known better. Reality is a bitch. The second release I hoped for fizzles.

“Not yet, but we haven’t given her a chance to talk too much.”

The smugness in Lev’s tone is palpable.

Do they know? My deep breathing turns shaky and ragged.

“Such dishonesty should be punished.” Three sets of eyes pin me to the sofa. I swallow past the lump of knotted fear in my throat.

Yep. They know.

I jerk my chin high and infuse my tone with the truth. “In my defense, you went straight to kissing me and never asked. Besides what does it matter?”


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