She gasped and he held her gaze, captivated by the look of pure lust in her eyes.
“So fucking sexy,” Matteo husked and pressed his forehead against hers. “Make no mistake, we’re going to do more filthy things to your body.”
Matteo turned her to face him, gripped the globes of her ass, and spread her wide. With his cock pressed against her sensitive seam, Sevastyan watched as his friend rocked his hips and dragged a gasp of surprise from her.
He smiled at the small tremor in her body.
“When we finally take you to bed you won’t leave it for hours. Days. That’s how long it will take us to get our fill of your delicious body. And make no mistake. There will be four of us all over you.”
Her soft, quick breaths fanned over him when Sevastyan pulled her back to him. And the rapid beat of her pulse made him ready for the chase should she try to run.
He’d never have his fill and never let her go. He would claim her. And that was the fucking truth.
Her body softened beneath his touch as he held her, unwilling to let her go.
Warm fingers came to settle on his face. “What makes you think I won’t be the one tying you to my bed and doing the filthiest, naughtiest thing I can think of to your bodies?” She paused, her teasing words a low whisper against his skin as she trailed kisses along his jaw. “Would you like that? Being at my mercy?”
He already was.
“I see our girl is relaxed, but time to break up the happy times.” Sevastyan could hear the smile in Roman’s voice carry over the earpiece he left them with before heading back to the monitor room to make sure everything they discussed got recorded.
The interruption snapped him out of his lustful thoughts.
Sevastyan raised a brow in acknowledgment. He’d momentarily forgotten about the camera and Roman’s front-row seat to their show.
“Why?” he gritted.
“We have a situation you should be aware of,” Roman said, bringing him sharply to attention.
“Kroshka, I am sorry. Something’s come up.” He regretfully pulled back. Damn it. The sudden break in their fantasy stole the pleasure from her face after they’d worked so hard to place it there.
“Go ahead,” he confirmed over the earpiece, holding her gaze, which caused obvious confusion. It was a shame to have to let her down, but he helped her stand and straighten her dress.
“We have a situation you should be aware of. Hold tight. I’m coming to you.”
Her gaze found his and he cupped her face, using his body as a wall to keep her from acting on the fear he saw shimmering in her eyes. “Roman is joining us.”
“What the fuck is up now?”
He gazed at Matteo overtop her head. “We’re about to find out.”
Sevastyan tipped her chin up and waited until she drew her eyes from Matteo to meet his. “Matteo was right in what he said, Seraphina. We get what we want and we’re not done here. Don’t even think of running.”
He’d forgotten the music and the sound of passion around them. For all of however long they’d had her in their arms, nothing else existed. He wanted to chuckle at her surprised look as reality came back in full force.
Palms flat against his chest, she pushed.
She slapped a hand over her mouth and what he saw on her face made fear look like nothing more than a passive expression and he grew damn tired of seeing it there.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry,” she stammered, trying to tug at her dress and find her discarded shoes at the same time. “This wasn’t supposed to happen again.”
She was utterly a beautiful mess. The most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, and it drove a force through him so painful he could barely tolerate it when shame and embarrassment replaced the dreamy look in her eye.
“And Roman heard all that? With that...that earpiece. Jesus H. Christ. I threatened to tie my bosses to my bed.”
One insecurity after another pelted him as she argued with herself. It would have been amusing at another time perhaps or under different circumstances.
With a hand on her shoulder, Lucian stopped her jerky movements and pulled her attention away from the floor where her shoes were and back to him. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed by, sweetheart.”