She pushed her hands against the hard wood at her back but Matteo caught her by the arm and together both men spread her already half-naked body over Indigo’s desk.
“This is madness. What are you doing!” she demanded. Rhia tried to kick Sevastyan away but he only gripped her calf tighter.
“Feisty. Fight us a little more and you’ll get fucked all that much harder, moya kroshka. Or should I call you malen'kaya ptitsa? My little bird.”
Fingers curled over the edge of the desk but when she pulled to sit up again, those same strong hands were there holding her in place.
“You can’t…just let me go home.” No way she would be leaving here with her job intact but she could at least leave with her dignity. If they let her go now before she gave in to the enemy, she could slink home, her plan forgotten. She had no business being here. She saw that now.
Sevastyan ran a hand down her bare thigh and stroked a thumb along the outer edges of her thong. Heat flamed over every inch of skin Sevastyan touched.
“What do you think you are doing!” she hurled, teeth clenched. She had to fight this. Fight what they made her feel.
Matteo took both her hands in one of his while he used the other to peel back the edges of her bodice just enough so her nipples came free of their confinement.
Black eyes meet hers. “Punishing this fuckable body until you give us what we want,” he said thickly, a cocky grin pulling at his full lips. The bastard enjoyed having her helpless.
“And, cariña, I hope you have a hard time finding your answers because I like this option most.”
Lord, please help keep her sane. Matteo called her sweetheart in his native language again. He would be the death of her willpower.
He leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her excited nipples. Hard.
So hard her back elevated off the desk. “Oh,” she gasped, jerking in his arms.
“These piercings are a sweet, naughty surprise,” he groaned against her taught peaks. “They make my dick hard for you, cariña. Fucking ready to pound that pretty pussy.”
One shift of her eyes and she could tell he wasn’t lying. Expensive black linen did a terrible job of hiding the massive size of his hardness.
From between her legs, Sevastyan's hand slipped from behind her knees to cup over her mound.
Surprise drove her hips upward and into his possessive grip.
A primitive gasp passed her lips.
She jerked on her hands but Matteo must have anticipated it because his grip didn’t budge a fraction.
“This...this can’t happen. You can’t do this to me.”
“Watch us.” Matteo took her chin in hand and forced her head up so her gaze tracked Sevastyan’s next moves.
Sevastyan’s bright irises grew more intense and the muscles in his jaw bunched. His lips peeled back in a minute, almost indiscernible smile, and when he pulled a blade from his jacket. Her body went completely rigid between the men.
“What the holy fuck, Mr. Volkov?” Her voice shook uncontrollably.
“Mmm, dirty mouths should be filled.” The arrogant mobster gave a chin nod to his friend.
The next thing she knew the hiss of a zipper hit her ears as strong, rough fingers cupped her jaw and turned her head until her eyes met Matteo’s.
She watched as he unfastened his belt and lowered his zipper the rest of the way down. She bit at her lip feeling dizzy from her pounding pulse. So much blood rushed in her ears she saw tiny white dots. He reached in freeing his massive cock. The heavy length looked angry with need. Drops of liquid dripped from the head and when he fisted it more dripped out to run down the side over his fingers.
“Those pretty red lips are going to look perfect wrapped around my cock.”
She turned her eyes back to Sevastyan.
“Look at me. Not him. Tell me you want to suck this cock. Tell me right now. And don’t you dare tell me no. I want to hear you moan for me.” Matteo dragged the tip over her lips, wetting her with his pre-cum. He pressed a thumb to her chin forcing her mouth open. “Tell me!”
She nodded, not daring to take her eyes off his.