“Now it’s my turn.”
Oh, God.
Matteo lifted Rhia so Roman could poise the head of his cock at her entrance. “I don’t...oh, fuck!” she groaned and swayed as he pushed into her already stretched body. Burning fires consumed her. She clung to Matteo and he held her to his chest, easing her onto his best friend’s cock while he sat firmly in her ass.
She felt lightheaded, so consumed by the swirling mass of pleasure filling her veins she couldn’t think.
Her folds spread around Roman’s thickness. He wedged the head inside. Her gasp cut through his groans and she finally discovered what it felt like to be consumed by raging flames. Her tender flesh stretched, burned, and merged with theirs as they began to possess her fully.
Matteo released her and she fell over Roman’s broad beautifully sculpted chest. Tiny nails bit into his flesh and she clung onto him as they worked her.
One thrusting in while the other withdrew.
Matteo hissed, bending down low over her. His arm wrapped around her waist and dipped between their bodies. His lips pressed to her ear and he murmured sweet Spanish words in her ear. What they were she didn’t know, but the emotions behind them drove her hips back and into him, taking more of him inside of her.
It was too much and not enough. Dirty and wrong. He rolled her clit as his friend drove into her slick core.
“Come for us,” Matteo demanded roughly, his cock buried so deep in her ass it felt like their flesh melded together. Just then Roman thrust into her and everything—all the pain, hurt, and heartache—all of it faded to white noise and all she could focus on was the sharp sensation of her climax as it hit. Rolled over her, drowned her in all-consuming pleasure. Pulse after pulse of her release rocked through her.
Her back arched, forcing her butt into Matteo. He grunted and thrust into her.
She screamed in pleasure, Matteo’s finger never letting up. Not until the very last of the waves eased and she could breathe again. She sagged into Roman’s arms. And for a moment she wondered if they were done with her. If they would slip from her body, room, and apartment to leave her in silence.
But no. Neither left her.
Both men worked her body with their long, thick cocks and suddenly she understood Haven’s role in the lives of all its members. Pleasure took on a whole new meaning for her. It was something to share and be given, yes, but it was all-consuming too. It fed her soul. A balm to all the pain. She never wanted to lose this feeling. Lose the physical contact.
She gasped and clutched the sheets, her fingers grabbing for anything to hold herself with.
Strong hands pried the cotton from her fingers and took her hands—one from the right. Another from her left.
Her eyes flew up to meet Sevastyan’s and then Lucian’s.
“Am I dreaming?”
Smoldering whiskey eyes met hers. “Only if we all are.” Sevastyan grinned, tilting her head up with a finger beneath her chin.
Both Lucian and Sevastyan wordlessly stripped their clothes away to reveal pure masculine bodies of perfection. Their thick, veined cocks bounced between their legs, heavy and ready. Sevastyan flicked on the bedside lamp flooding the room with more light. She let her gaze travel the well-chiseled planes of their bodies.
She gasped softly when Roman guided her lips to Sevastyan’s cock. He fisted her hair, sending a thrill through her. He held her like he’d done for Matteo. Her jaw relaxed and she took Sevastyan’s meaty girth into her mouth. The taste of him on her tongue drew a throaty moan from her.
He pushed over her tongue and started to pump. All three of them fell into some hypnotic sway. Matteo in her ass, Roman her tight stretched core, and Sevastyan filling her mouth.
That left Lucian. Sweet Lucian. The one who made her feel wanted in a sweet way. She reached for him blindly and he took her hand, guiding her fingers to his shaft. It pulsed in her grip.
She released Sevastyan with a juicy pop and turned to Lucian. No words were exchanged. Just a powerful holding of gazes as she licked around the swollen head of his cock, sweeping the spilled pre-cum up with her tongue before taking him inside her mouth.
Sevastyan gathered her hand in his and moved it to his length.
“Moya,” he grated in a harsh tone. “Mine.”
Together they stroked him—his hand tucked around hers— while she sucked Lucian.
They fucked her harder and harder and at that moment she felt connected to all of them. Her four dark mafia kings.
The faster Matteo went, the more difficult it became to focus. She released Lucian and threw her head back with a frustrated scream. Her nails bit into the shoulders of Roman and he grunted, responding with fucking her faster.
“I need to come,” she begged.