And it wasn’t a lie. Even now when fear poured into her system like the Niagara Falls, she couldn’t mistake the hormones jacking her heart rate into uncharted territory.
And, to be honest, part of what drove her to do this crazy stunt in the first place had been the way the kings’ attention always zeroed in on her. Part of her knew to use it to her advantage, but if she wasn’t careful, she could fall prey to her own weaknesses.
A dark brow arched, and Sevastyan’s intoxicating cologne lured her deeper under their powerful spell. A scent she would forever associate with the tall, dark Russian staring down at her with a hungry shine to his eyes.
“Sevastyan. Let me hear you say my name.” He dragged a thumb over her covered slit. And she knew what he found there. The arrogant glint in his eyes gave her darkest secret away.
“Sevastyan.” She whispered, peering over her breasts at him. She found his expression twisted to something she couldn’t read.
Matteo changed the position of her hands, taking one of hers in each of his, and twined their fingers together.
Keep it as close to the truth as possible. Her brother’s words rang in her head.
“I felt a connection.” Her eyes went to Matteo’s and he traced a finger down the underside of her arm to play over her tattoo.
“I think you did too. Both of you. Tonight I decided to find out what that was.”
Her lashes dipped to touch her cheeks. “I only wished the four of you were here.”
Another truth.
“So brave.”
“Please don’t fault me for that. When a friend needed a message delivered to Indigo, I borrowed a keycard and offered to help.” She let her voice slip into a sultry whisper. God, she hoped she didn’t sound like a complete idiot.
She tried to sit up, but strong hands held her down.
Sevastyan braced himself on the desk with one hand. The other dragging the sharp edge of the blade he still held over the extremely sensitive skin between her breasts. And lower. Lower until...
She breathed in deeply when he slipped it beneath her thong and rested the broad metal over her scorching hot, throbbing clit.
So good.
Her toes curled.
Oh, God. Oh, God. If she climaxed right now she would die of mortification.
Matteo pushed her head high and she watched Sevastyan run the tip of his nose up the length of her covered seam. “You’ve got him dangerously close to taking your pussy. Look how hungry you have him with those irresistible juices.”
Sevastyan’s firm hands pressed against the back of her thighs, pushing them high, higher exposing her completely to his intense gaze.
Amber eyes met hers and she watched as he hooked a finger through the crotch of her panties, flicked his wrist, and cut away the last barrier between them.
A ragged breath tore from her chest. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“Spread her,” he husked a predatory shimmer to his eyes. Matteo didn’t need any further direction. He reached down her body and using two fingers he did Sevastyan’s bidding. Parting the folds of her pussy, she dragged her eyes from Matteo’s to watch Sevastyan flip the blade around and tease her aching clit with the round-shaped handle.
The fingers of his other hand tightened and released the flesh of her inner thigh. Amping up her sensory overload until it all became one big ball of pleasure settling over her.
“No,” she tried to snap back and push her legs down but Sevastyan didn’t take no for an answer. Everything in his expression told her this was happening.
His arms wound around her thighs, pulling her wider. Hard burning desire poured over her, drawing out the world, her plans.
Everything. It no longer mattered why she was in their office. To her. Or them.
All she cared about was what he did to her next with his torture device. And the hunger staring back at her told the same story.
Sevastyan circled the throbbing pleasure nub again and again until she was desperate to reach her release. She arched. Grounded. Moaned for the ending she needed.