“Now, what first, Kate-Bait?” Rome purred. “Raise your skirt or lower your bodice? Should we show Bastian how you beg for it?”
Bastian’s eyes burned into mine with question. What a perfect specimen he was, all smooth tanned skin over that strong jawline with a full head of hair to grab. His gaze trailed the length of me, and my skin seared under it. A blush wanted to rise, as hot as I was underneath my skin. My core clenched with need. Something was happening with these two men putting me in the middle of them, one dominating me and the other watching, waiting for instructions.
“Don’t tell me that, after all this time, you’ve lost your voice, Katalina,” Rome whispered for only me to hear.
I didn’t turn to him to acknowledge his words, but my hands fell to my thighs where I gripped the skirt of the dress. Inch by inch, I bunched the fabric into my hands, raising it higher and higher until it was just below my pussy. “If someone comes out here”—I glanced behind Bastian—“you two are killing them.”
I was offering Bastian a way out, a lifeline if he wanted to leave, because I knew he was about to see me in a whole other light. Instead of seeing the games Rome and I were playing, he could go check the doors, make sure no one would come out onto the balcony.
He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at me like he’d read my signal loud and clear. “We have two guys guarding entry.” He stepped forward and breathed in so deep, the lapels of his jacket expanded. “If I’m to lose you, Katie, I want to see what for. If you choose out here on this balcony tonight, I intend to witness it.” He licked his lips like he already knew I’d chosen, or maybe he knew he’d forfeit me that easily.
I set my jaw and leaned back into Rome, finally provoked enough to taunt them both. I yanked the material higher, and Bastian hissed when he realized I hadn’t worn any lingerie.
The cool night air flew across my slit. It chilled and heated every part of me. One of my hands went straight to it, ready to push myself over the edge.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” Rome grumbled in my ear. “If you’re going to be in the middle of both of us, take what we give you.”
Were his eyes closed when his finger slid inside me and his thumb ran over my clit, or were they on Bastian? I couldn’t be sure.
My men, my night and my day, my dark and my light, my comfort and my torment, were colliding. I only had myself to blame, or maybe I could blame Rome for the way he pushed my limits, made me submit to this scenario in the first place.
“You feel me, but you see him,” he said. “What turns you on more? My touch or him in front of you?”
I didn’t answer him. I closed my eyes to shield myself from the ever-changing looks on Bastian’s face.
“Is this what you want? Him on your arm in public giving you power, or me in the dark taking it away?”
I whimpered, not sure how to answer, not sure I really wanted to. Bastian had become my path to a dream. I wasn’t sure I was ready to let him go, but Rome owned me. He knew the dark parts of me that I hid from everyone else, what I’d been through, why I was the way I was. And still he was pulled to me like I was pulled to him. He owned my thoughts, my body, and my orgasms.
He owned my heart even though I’d tried so hard to keep it from him. I bent to his will time and time again. “Please just finish me off,” I whispered, hoping that Bastian wouldn’t hear my plea.
“Already begging.” I felt the scruff on my neck disappear. Rome was looking straight at Bastian, and Bastian’s gaze moved past me. “Do you want me in you? Or him?”
I craned my head over my shoulder to glare at him. “You’d hand me over that quickly? That all I am to you?”
“Kate-Bait, you’ve climbed over me time and time again for another man,” he murmured, and his hollow, dark eyes shined with a black jealousy I wasn’t used to.
I wanted him to say it out loud, wanted him to claim me as his. “If you’ll step aside so easily”—I turned to Bastian even as I felt Rome’s fingers moving in me slowly, languidly, almost punishingly—“Bastian has been happy to step in and be there for me all this time when I barely got a glance from you. You’d fuck me in a bathroom and leave me in silence the next day.”
“You think it was easy?” he ground out. “I’ve tried to be without you, forget you, leave you behind. You’ve rooted yourself in my every thought though.”
Bastian combed a hand through his hair, shaking his head once like he couldn’t believe he was this far down the rabbit hole with us. “I’m sure this is a bad idea, Katie. I’m sure we belong together after this display.”
I nodded, but even as I did, Rome’s one hand still sat on my collarbone while his dick ground against the bunched fabric over my ass. I moaned, rolling my hips back like I wanted it. My body had a mind of its own, a magnetic sexual force that was only drawn to Rome’s pull..
Bastian’s eyes locked on my hips, on my dress still bunched there, and I started to let go of the fabric just as his hand shot out. It balled into a big fist, and the tulle of my dress tangled in his fingers, covering the mafia ring I stared at from time to time. Each of the men at the top of the mob had them, like class rings, but with skulls imprinted on them and a teardrop on the side that symbolized the family’s blood.
Bastian yanked me forward, but my body didn’t budge an inch. Rome still had a hold on me and wasn’t letting me go. Bastian’s eyes jumped to over my shoulder, and then his head shook in disappointment before he twisted my dress fabric so hard, I gasped at the fabric biting into my skin and at seeing the veins in his forearm pop. “Let him watch, Katie. It’s my turn.”
His dark stare met mine as he breathed in deep. “You’re going to be my untouchable or his. Tonight, you’re the boss. You get to choose.” He pressed his mouth to mine.
Choosing whose untouchable I wanted to be was a slap in the face. Didn’t they understand I’d worked for my place beside each and every one of them? I didn’t want to be protected; I wanted to beequal. And I wanted a love big enough that the person beside me would fight for that equality with me.
I tried to focus on the way his hand gripped my hips, on how it moved up closer to sliding into me. His touch was soft, measured, and sweet. I didn’t know why it didn’t move me like Rome’s did. He gently sucked on my tongue, and I just knew.
We all knew on that balcony that night. I’d only beg for one man, and it wasn’t the one with his lips on mine.
Rome, the freaking monster everyone was afraid of, was behind me. I arched, and my back pushed into his length as he thrust forward, reminding me that no one really had my attention except him. His heart pumped fast, like some emotion was getting the best of him, and his scruff on my neck scraped harshly as he turned his face back and forth into my sensitive skin.