Page 77 of Fierce Monarch

Oh my god.

A pan clattered in the kitchen, but neither of us turned to look. I knew for a fact that Grey had finished cooking ages ago and had been watching us ever since. His gaze was a cool breeze along my heated skin, and suddenly, I wanted both of them. Dominic’s heat and Greyson’s ice. The juxtaposition of two men who hated each other for loving me, only to find peace in loving me together.

I wanted them inside me at the same time so we could truly be one unit.

Dominic’s growl sent shivers over my spine. “That’s a good girl. Squeeze my cock just like that, and I’ll fill you up like you want.”

I did want it. I wanted to be owned by both of them, just as I was meant to be. Tapping Dominic’s hand, I rested mine on his shoulders and took over, moving my hips over him until he was speaking gibberish and wound tighter than I’d ever seen him.

“I have to come. Fuck, make me come, baby. You can do it.”

Despite how nervous I was to do it, I was close too. So I kept going, kept pushing until we were both on the brink of insanity, and then it was over, the tidal wave of pleasure bowing my spine and making me cry out. My voice mixing with Dominic’s as he clutched me closer and thrust himself as deep as he could go.

And when it was over, I rocked my hips again.

He winced at the sensitivity, but he didn’t stop me. And soon enough, it didn’t matter anyway as he was rock hard and ready inside me.

Because I didn’t want a piece of Dominic, I wanted all of him. Just like I had with Greyson.

Time was irrelevant as we remade ourselves together. We forgot all about Grey in the kitchen and Cash outside our walls. It was just the two of us enjoying each other, losing ourselves to pleasure, until Grey’s phone burst our little bubble.

I startled, looking over with hazy eyes. He stood in the doorway, eyes heated as they ran over me in Dominic’s arms, his hand tight against the doorway and his cock hard enough that I could see it all the way from over here.

Dominic’s laughter against my throat made me squirm, and Grey’s eyes darkened. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I could watch you all day, reina.”

“What about me?”

Greyson snorted. “You were adequate, but we both know I don’t watch because of you.”

Then he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out the phone. “Andrews.”

He didn’t have it on speakerphone, but his eyes kept me captive, spurring me into the stillness that came from prey being spotted. I wasn’t prey normally, but if Grey and Dominic were going to hunt me, I could get on board with that.

“Stop thinking lusty thoughts,” Dominic admonished, spanking my thigh.

“Never,” I promised.

“I see. We’ll be right there,” Grey said, turning back to us.

Dominic cursed under his breath and clung to me a little tighter.

“Sorry to interrupt your fun, reina, but there’s been an attack.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Mari

There were aspects of my job that I loved. The money was nice, the toys were fun, and the respect was addictive, but the other side was far less enjoyable.

Staring down at the dead body of an old woman was certainly not how I preferred to spend my day.

“What happened?”

“They drove a car through the front window. Mama Ophelia was…” Grey looked at the ground, only to realize the body was at our feet, and sighed. “She was right there.”

Which was why she took the brunt of an attack meant for me.

Mama Ophelia was pushing eighty and a widow. She, her family, and their little bodega had been under my protection since Antoni died. In fact, she was the first person who’d asked for my protection. Her husband had just died, and she wasn’t sure how to keep everything going. She’d had some of the local gangs sniffing around, pushing her to sell the place so they could turn it into a dealing spot.

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