What the hell was wrong with me?

  I hadn’t realized I’d looked away until Cristiano grasped my jaw with his fingers, tugging my head until I looked into his eyes.

  “Ride me.”

  His voice was deep and throaty, and the desperate need returned, all thoughts of anything else fading away. There was no ignoring his plea. I undulated my hips, riding him until vibrations danced down the backs of my legs. God, how I wanted his naked body pressed against mine, but my fingers fumbled as I tried to unbutton his shirt, the pleasure becoming sheer bliss.

  I dug my fingers through his buttonholes, closing my eyes as the touch sent another round of current into me. He fisted my hair at the scalp, holding me close as I bucked even harder, wanting nothing more than for him to slam all the way into me. The thought was sinful and raw, making the moment feel like something dirty was happening between us.

  I sensed Hunter getting closer. When I felt the touch of his fingers on my naked back, I let off a series of moans. He caressed me as a lover would before wrapping his hand around my jaw. “Suck my fingers, little lamb.”

  His term of endearment pushed me to another edge, yet Cristiano was in control, one hand now positioned on my hip, guiding the rhythm. I opened my mouth wide, allowing Hunter to thrust his fingers inside. It was almost more intimate than being fucked by the gorgeous man.

  “Such a good girl,” Hunter whispered, then nuzzled into my neck, not only blowing hot air across my skin but also nipping my earlobe. The wash of instant pain added to the crazed enjoyment.

  I sucked and licked his fingers even as his plunges became rougher, so much so that I felt my gag reflex kicking in.

  “That’s it,” Cristiano muttered. “Soon you’ll have a thick cock inside your tight mouth.” He lifted his hips, taking more control. His cock continued to throb. I was so close to coming. I could feel it.

  As soon as Hunter removed his fingers, Cristiano pulled me closer until my back arched. I had no understanding of what he was doing at first.

  Until Hunter wiggled a finger into my dark hole.

  Another powerful orgasm swept through me, my core erupting.

  My moan was bedraggled, barely recognizable. I no longer cared if the man up front witnessed everything that was happening between us. This was a pure slice of heaven that I hoped would be repeated. “More,” I managed, the sound demanding.

  “Don’t worry, baby girl,” Cristiano breathed against me, his voice hitching and indicating he was closer. “There’s gonna be much more.” His thrusts became wild, unrestrained as he drove himself closer to releasing.

  Hunter continued finger-fucking my ass as I rode Cristiano with everything I had, the blissful moment becoming something I’d remember for a long time. As soon as Cristiano’s body started to shake, I squeezed my pussy muscles. He erupted deep inside, his strangled roar one of satisfaction.

  I wasn’t allowed to bask in the moment for long, Hunter pulling me away, taking the seat next to Cristiano, then pulling me down onto his lap. I was now able to stare at Cain, studying his hard, cold eyes as they pierced mine. There was a darkness in the intensity, a need that was entirely different than the others.

  He never blinked, only allowing his gaze to roam across my naked body. Then he lifted his eyes towards the front. “Keep driving. We’re not finished yet.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I shuddered at the rawness in his voice, then dragged my tongue across my lips as I concentrated on the glisten of precum covering his sensitive slit. He chuckled, then beckoned with a single finger.

  Hunter eased me into the floor, my torso fitting perfectly between the two sets of seats.

  Cain wasted no time, wrapping his fingers around my long curls, jerking my head up so I was forced to look into his eyes. Then he fought to drag his pants down further on his massive thighs. I noticed a powerful tattoo on his right thigh, a dragon with a deep red eye that seemed as if it was staring at me.

  His cock was a creation of beauty, so perfect with the veins on either side pumping with blood, the tip a dark purple. He grinned, seeing what had to be an expression of awe. I’d never sucked a man who had a piercing, and as the excitement built, he issued a ragged growl. “Suck me, baby. Don’t stop until I tell you it’s okay.”

  He pushed my head down until I was able to drink in the musky scent of his testosterone. There was something especially dirty about being on all fours inside an SUV made for a mafia man, a vehicle to keep him safe and alive. And the thought of sucking his cock made my mouth water. I licked around his cockhead, taking my time to savor the flavor.

  He settled further into the leather seat, keeping his fingers tangled in my hair. Every breath he took was labored; his jaw clenched as he stared at me.

  The man was in total control of himself, as if he would lose everything if he weren’t. It was a strange feeling, yet one I knew to be true. I rolled my hand under his cock, fingering his balls. They were already swollen, yet tight. When I squeezed the sac, a look of satisfaction popped onto his face.

  I raked one nail up and down the side of his shaft, swirling the tip around his cockhead. When another bead of precum trickled past his slit, I was greedy, dragging my tongue through it. He laughed as if the small amount was just the tip of the iceberg. The feeling of Cristiano’s cum dripping down the insides of my thighs was scintillating, adding to the moment of raw pleasure.

  Seconds later, Hunter squeezed behind me, planting one foot on the carpeted flooring, immediately tapping his cock against my aching bottom.

  “My turn, little lamb,” he whispered, then bent over, licking and nipping my shoulder. “And I have a feeling you like it rough.”

  Cain allowed me to answer, stroking my hair briefly as he peered down at me.

  “Yes.” I was shocked at the ease of my quick reply, wanting to hate myself for admitting what I’d only allowed in fantasies.

  “Good girl,” Hunter praised, and I shivered to my core. Even the sound of his voice added to the rush of excitement. How had the three men seen through the carefully crafted armor I’d kept around me for as long as I could remember?

  It had been a useful tool in my line of work, keeping the nasty comments from people in the industry who tried to break me down as well as the temptations in a distant space. Maybe that’s why I’d never turned to drugs or alcohol as a crutch.

  And why I’d craved wild, passionate sex.

  The thought revealed a lot about me.

  Cain pushed my head down once again, opening his legs ever wider. “Take my cock into your hot mouth.”

  I engulfed his cockhead, swirling my tongue back and forth. More than anything, I wanted to please him. The thought heightened the taste, tangy yet sweet.

  Hunter rubbed his cock up and down the length of my pussy. When he finally pushed the tip against my swollen, wet folds, I almost stopped sucking.

  The light taps of Cain’s fingers against my cheek brought a muffled moan.

  I resumed my task, relaxing my throat muscles as I took more of him into my mouth. I would never claim to be an expert cock sucker. I’d had limited experience, partially because I’d never been interested. But this was different, the taste of him igniting another fire deep inside. The dull roar as the tires rolled over the road was somehow comforting, a stark reminder that what we were doing was sinful.

  At least that’s what I’d always been told. I mentally laughed at myself. I was thirty-one years old, and I’d kept tight reins on every aspect of my life. Maybe this was me sowing my wild oats, something I wasn’t certain I’d done before.

  Hunter continued caressing my skin as he guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. I stiffened, the anticipation keeping the fire burning deep within. The moment he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, Cain lifted his pelvis, shoving his shaft into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

  The momentary gag reflex was replaced with the desire to suck him. I wrapped my lips around his thickness, getting used to the way he throbbed inside my mouth as Hunter powered into me. His strokes were long and even, driving into the very core of my being. He was just as thick and hard, my muscles still aching from the delicious fucking Cristiano had given me.

  I was crazed with desire, barely able to think clearly as I pulled my mouth off Cain’s cock, something he allowed me to do. I could sense he was watching me closely, just like I knew Cristiano was. All three men were possessive, so much so that they’d each lay claim in their own way.

  The music was still soothing, but the sound of the men’s heavy breathing was the only thing I paid any attention to. It was already stifling in the vehicle, only it had nothing to do with the air temperature. I dragged my tongue down the underside of Cain’s cock, teasing his testicles by flicking my tongue from one to the other.

  Cain growled in appreciation although I sensed a subtle warning.

  Hunter continued to stroke my back as his actions became more aggressive, driving his cock with enough force that I was pitched against Cain. I licked up to his cockhead, taking it into my mouth again.

  Now the two men took over, Hunter’s fingers digging into my hips, Cain’s two hands on either side of my head. I pushed mine against the edge of the seat, trying to keep my eyes locked on the most dangerous man of the three. The various emotions crossing Cain’s face were almost unreadable, but his eyes were shimmering as if there was so much going on inside his massive brain.

  Plans for what they would do with me.

  I allowed the sheer pleasure of what was happening to keep me on a beautiful edge, the sound of Hunter’s rough fucking filtering into my ears. The sensations were incredible, more so than I would have thought possible. I was pulled closer and closer to a moment of nirvana, my entire body trembling as another powerful orgasm threatened to consume me.

  “Perfect,” Cain muttered. “Your mouth is perfect.”

  “Her pussy is hot and tight,” Hunter added.

  “Don’t worry, brother. I plan on experiencing it very soon. Yes, I will, little pet. You belong to us now.”

  Why did Cain’s words thrill me so much?

  I continued sucking, swirling my tongue back and forth, wrapping one hand around the base. As soon as I twisted my fingers, creating a wave of friction, Cain arched his back, fighting losing all control.

  Hunter smacked my bottom several times, then slowed down his rhythm, bringing me close, then backing off. I was almost exasperated, moaning over the thick invasion, pushing hard against him.

  His laugh was deep and raspy, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through every muscle and tendon. Cain lifted his pelvis off the seat, powering into me savagely. Hunter mirrored his rhythm, finally bringing me to the point of release.

  Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as a climax rushed into my system. I bucked hard against the two men fucking me, my body shaking uncontrollably. The single orgasm wasn’t enough, Hunter pushing me harder. The pulsing of his cock kept me so aroused, I was lightheaded.

  He reached under me, cupping my breasts, kneading them. I closed my eyes, barely able to control my mouth and tongue. When Hunter pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, I let out a ragged scream around Cain’s cock.

  Cain issued a series of low growls, lifting my head with my hair then thrusting in short jabs into my mouth. Blinking rapidly, I was in a state of awe as both men fucked me like wild beasts. Hunter twisted my hardened buds to the point I issued a single, bedraggled scream.

  Then I sensed both men were ready to erupt. I rolled my hand up and down Cain’s shaft while I squeezed my pussy muscles. Then, as if they’d coordinated their efforts, both men released.

  When I was a little girl, I often pretended I was Cinderella, hoping that one day I’d find my Prince Charming. For a few crazy, off-the-wall seconds, a fleeting thought entered my mind that I hadn’t just found one, but three.

  Then an icy grip wrapped bony fingers around my throat, pulling me into the darkness that I’d experienced far too many times. As if what we’d shared was the beginning of something cataclysmic.

  And in the end, there’s be nothing left but tragedy.

  CHAPTER 19

  Five days later

  Rose

  “What a very good girl indeed.”

  I snapped my head up, my pulse racing. I could swear the voice was right behind me. I scanned the room in the mirror, seeing no one. I hadn’t experienced a single flashback in days. Why now? The note. It had to be because of the note I held in my shaking hands.

  “You’re… terrible.”

  “Yes, I am. Be careful, little fawn. There are beasts crawling in these hallways. I wouldn’t want to see you get eaten.”

  I bit my lower lip to keep from making a single sound. My voice. Who was I calling terrible? A dull ache formed behind my eyes, and I closed them for a few seconds. Then the pull from what I’d discovered earlier dragged a trickle of fear down my spine. I took a deep breath, holding it as I peered at the crudely written statement, the warning threatening to shatter the beautiful world I was attempting to create.

  You don’t know who you’re sleeping with. They are murderers.

  Swallowing, I wanted to crumple the fucking piece of paper and throw it in the trash. Instead, I read it for a fifth time. I’d walked into my dressing room to find it taped to the mirror so I wouldn’t miss it. Whoever was determined to ruin my life had a twisted sense of humor, writing the words using a quill pen dipped in red ink, allowing for the author to be creative in his or her lettering. The words appeared as if they were written in blood.

  Exhaling, I looked away, uncertain what to think or do. It was the second note I’d received, the first only telling me to be careful. I assumed they meant being cautious about Cain, Hunter, and Cristiano. I was no fool. They were dangerous men, but with me they were entirely different. I’d become the light to their darkness. I was certain of it.

  I’d also grilled them on who they were, even laughing with them as they’d talked about the article I’d found, sharing with me stories about their enemies. Nothing crazy had happened, the three men handling business while weaving time spent with me both as a foursome and singularly.

  Everything had been like a blissful whirlwind, the time more enjoyable than any other I could remember in my life. We’d lounged in the sun, and Cain had even taken me on a tour of Chicago. We’d eaten at two incredible restaurants, both times returning to his estate. The four of us. Maybe I should have spent more time asking questions than pretending I was living every girl’s fantasy.

  Or maybe someone was trying to derail our happiness. They were some of the most eligible bachelors in the country. And I was a rockstar. Laughing, I attempted to push the anxiety aside.

  I closed my eyes, trying to conjure up the dreams from days before. Little pet. The two words seemed to spark the memories and dreams. But were they false memories as the doctor had mentioned was possible? I wasn’t certain what they were any longer. What I did know was that for the first time, I felt like I belonged to someone and had something special.

  Damn anyone who tried to take it from me.

  I reminded myself that bits and pieces of what had occurred around the mysterious accident could come to me. The doctor had said the memories could return like clips from a movie, which was exactly what was happening. He’d also said they could be skewed or completely wrong. He’d suggested I keep notes, and that at some point, my mind would be ready to accept the truth.

  I’d done it for a little while, then stopped. Recently, I’d started again, given the tenacity of the nightmares. What I didn’t want to happen was for my psychosis to interrupt either the residency or the joyous time spent with my gorgeous hunks.

  My three men also always managed to catch at least a part of my show. I tingled just thinking about them, my entire body sore from the hours of making love.

  As well as the numerous spankings I’d received. I twisted on my seat, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning. The afternoon spanking had been a doozy, and while I hated to admit it, justified. I’d purposely gotten away from one of Cain’s bodyguards so I could do a little shopping on my own. I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a couple days given my bottom was covered in strap marks.

  Now, my pussy quivered from the tongue lashing I’d received afterwards, my legs spread wide open and Cain’s face buried in my wetness. “Stop it, girl.” I fanned my face and returned my gaze to the note.

  Another canvas of color floated in front of my eyes, but a light prevented me from seeing who was holding my arm. This time the vision was even more vivid, although the details were still foggy.

  “Na…no. He owns a restaurant.” I was insistent, but to whom?

  “I feel sorry for you. That’s why Cain hates you so much. Your daddy killed his brother.”

  I could tell I was terrified. I was also groggy. Like I’d been drugged. “Let me go.” My voice didn’t even sound like my own.

  “That’s not going to happen. You’re very valuable. Imagine the fun we’re going to have using their desire against them.”

  Oh, God. I recognized the angry male voice. No. It couldn’t be one of them. Not my men. No. It wasn’t possible.

  “Girl. Calm down.” At least saying the words out loud dragged me from the vision. My father couldn’t kill anyone. Cain’s brother? I didn’t even know he had a brother.

  What I did know was that it was time to grill my parents. I’d been pushing it off because I didn’t want to know if there was some ugly secret from my past. Now, I doubted I could avoid it any longer.

  A chill remained, but the moment I entertained the sweet thoughts of having all my holes filled with their fabulous thick cocks, I was warmed up. Was it possible someone could fall in love with three powerful men? How would that work? The thoughts added prickly heat as well as desire. Love wasn’t on the table. I knew better than to think that.