They pushed closer forcing her against the empty desk until she practically sprawled across the damn thing.
Matteo waved a hand in the direction of Indigo’s empty chair. “If you came for us, let’s not disappoint.”
He held her gaze, his searching hers. “Or do you want to try for the truth again? But be careful. The next words you utter might end with you being punished.” His nostrils flared as he leaned in close. So so close. She could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek when he spoke next. “Trust me, my little one, I can smell a lie on you.”
She froze. Was he serious?
Her face must have given away her thoughts because Matteo made a dramatic inhale again with a clipped, “Sí, all lies, Vastyan. What should we do with such a lying little beauty?”
His eyes swept over her mass of dark curls and touched upon her mouth and the voluptuous curves of her breasts.
Oh, God. This was bad. Really bad.
A hot poker of tension pierced her chest and the sudden pain caused her to wince.
“Telling the truth that painful?” Matteo asked in a brusque, unforgiving tone. He picked up a lock of her hair, twisting it around his hand then going in for more until he took full control, turning her face toward him.
“Come on, what will it be?” His hand tightened in her hair sending pricks of pain across her scalp. He teased the length of her jaw with the tip of his tongue, ending with a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth.
Her hands trembled when they flew to his chest. “What reason would I have to lie? I was raised to always tell the truth no matter how much it scares me.”
The right side of Matteo’s lips lifted. “Heaven forbid,” he drew out in a rugged, low tone.
He dragged the tip of his nose over her jaw and nipped at her ear lobe while Sevastyan looked on. His citrine eyes lit with fiery lust. She knew because it matched the same inferno they stirred inside her.
She whimpered, stunned, and pressed her palm flat against Matteo’s chest.
Heat poured from him and with every breath, her heart rate increased.
He pressed closer until she felt the hard length of his cock against her thigh.
“I...huh...I...promise.” She shook her head.
The steady bet of his pulse in his neck captivated her. She could see it through the dark ink of tattoos circling his throat.
“Liar.” Matteo chuckled darkly and tightened his hold on her hair. Unwanted tingling fired to life.
“Is our little birdie not going to sing for us?” Sevastyan leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue over the small bird she had tattooed over her collarbone. One in mid-flight meaning no man would ever hold her back.
But two might pin her down.
Her body involuntarily shivered.
Cool air chased the path of moistness Mateo’s curious lips left on her skin.
“Do you know what happens to bad girls when they lie to us?”
His lips moved against her skin as he spoke. A strong hand gripped her leg and before she could protest or shove him away, Sevastyan had her legs spread wide and him standing between them.
His cock, restrained only by a fragile piece of cloth, pressed against her heated center. Again, only a small barrier of her own keeping him from taking her.
She flicked her eyes to Matteo. Asking for help, wondering what the fuck was happening. But she didn’t find any answers with him. The only thing he did was grin back at her darkly, those black wolfish eyes of his hungry. He snarled at her with a deep growl, coming to stand behind her, those strong hands he had in her hair going to her shoulders, pinning her to the hard wood of the desk.
“This is not...”
Sevastyan rocked his hip pushing his shield shaft against her clit.
“Oh! Christ!” she bit out.