But right now her body wanted everything except sleep.
She swallowed past Matteo’s tight grip that stopped just short of cutting off her air.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you, birdie?” He ran the tip of his warm, teasing tongue over the inked edges of her bird tattoo causing her to shudder in his grip. “There are rules that go with having us in your bed. You’ll learn to obey them.”
She balked at the word rules. Since when did these men play by rules? Their whole life depended on chaos. Didn’t it?
Roman chuckled. “Our birdie thinks we’ll fuck her, do her bidding and let her walk away.”
“Hardly.”
Caged between them, she had nowhere to go. Nowhere to fly.
Behind her, Roman pushed the edge of her gown over the swells of her hips and the cool air from the small window unit brushed against her heated skin.
“You better take it off, sweetness. He won’t ask a second time.”
She shivered again and considered her limited options. It didn’t help that her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, revealing just how turned on she was for this. For them.
Tension in the room gave way to high heat and pounding hearts. At least hers was. It thundered so loudly she had a hard time hearing Roman’s words.
Gripping the hem, Rhia slowly pulled her gown up an inch at a time and when she reached Matteo’s hand, he helped her the rest of the way.
“Fuck, what a beauty you are.”
She kneeled on the bed wearing nothing but her panties and a blanket of hope they wouldn’t break her too badly. Curls upon curls of long hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. Her nipples teased through the long tendrils making the heat in Matteo’s hungry expression deepen.
Behind her, Roman slipped his thumbs under the elastic sides of her panties. He skimmed a light touch up her rounded ass and around her hips until his fingers gripped her inner thighs. The pad of his thumbs swirling mind-blowing circles on the outer sides of her wet folds.
Everything in her screamed for her not tobe turned on by these men, but she wanted what she wanted. And tonight she craved her enemies. Her much older enemies.
Her hands went to Matteo’s chest and she fisted the wet material tugging, wanting to see all the delicious planes of his chest. “Please.”
Matteo chuckled warmly and gave in to her desires, throwing his shirt on the floor next to her gown revealing all those glorious colorful tattoos she’d only caught peeks of before now. They started at the wrists, worked over his arms, and draped over his shoulders. A myriad of designs all meshed together like Roman’s.
My God the man was gorgeous. She sighed and placed her hands back on him. Her fingertips danced over the hard angles and dips for the first time. She leaned into him, her tongue on his skin, tasting, stroking. Devouring edges of black ink that formed the spiders tucked among swirls and intricate knots signifying his loyalty to the life of crime at the edges of his throat. Homework paid and that little nugget of truth made her wonder if Lucian and Roman had spiders of their own.
Higher and higher she kissed and nibbled until her lips were on his.
Satisfaction burned in his eyes when she broke away and then Roman surprised her by caressing only the pad of his thumb over her clit.
She sucked in a gasping breath at the shockwaves shooting through her. She barely managed to catch her breath when he did it again, pulling hot liquid from her core.
Shimming her hips, Rhia forced Roman’s touch where she wanted it when he moved to stop. “Roman, more, please. Yes!” she gasped and shuddered.
“You’ll learn we like to hear you beg,” he coaxed and then withdrew his touch completely.
Roman’s retreating touch stopped short of her swollen lips forcing her to arch into Matteo’s waiting mouth. And igniting something inside her.
In any other moment her face would be scarlet with embarrassment, but tonight she didn’t care. It was just them. No one else watched.
Roman chuckled a light masculine sound when his friend’s tongue swept over her nipples and she completely lost her battle against not touching. She drove her hands into his thick black hair.
Matteo tended to first one then the other. She expected to feel his tight grip return to her throat but instead, he wrapped his long fingers around her aching breasts.
He laved and sucked her tight peaks like a man possessed. He took his time, his grip unforgiving. Possessive.
He pulled back, a fierce fire burning in his dark eyes which only made her core burn hotter. Girl-cum spilled from her center to drip onto the strip of cloth between her legs.