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Before we can answer, Henri cuts in, “You know them?”

He eyes us like we’re his competition. Little does he know we aren’t because we’ve already won. Fleur has always been ours. Soon everyone will know it. Including her.

“Yes,” Fleur’s voice is cold as her jaw clenches and fire shoots straight out of her eyes at us.

My cock throbs in anticipation and sheer fucking joy. Taming her, claiming her, showing her the amount of pleasure she’ll find between us—it’s going to be glorious.

“We need to talk to you,” Leo insists, and Fleur rolls her eyes.

“The only way you’ll have the chance to talk to me is by taking me to a room and spending the night with me,” she flippantly replies, and my vision goes hazy with the idea of having her exactly where we want her.

I grab her hand and haul her away from the bar and against my chest. She looks up at me, a hint of wonder in her eyes and I husk, “Done.”

She breathes, “What?”

I smirk at her, and I swear Gio is practically vibrating with how excited he is. “You shouldn’t have thrown down the gauntlet, Tesoro,” he warns her, too late, with a chuckle in his voice.

“Wait,” Henri tries to take a step toward us, something flashing in his eyes, “we were going to spend the night together.”

“Not going to happen,” Leo barks at him before striding toward the stairs.

I lead Fleur behind him, knowing Gio will follow. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to. When I glance down into her eyes, her pupils are dilated, and her cheeks are flushed with anticipation.

This is going to be fun.

Leo opens the door to Room Eight and we allow Fleur to step into the room in front of us. The small gasp she lets out has excitement sizzling through me. When she turns toward us, her eyes are wide as we step into the room. I can barely hear the click of the door behind us over the beating of my heart in my chest.

“We’ll be dressing you up in finery tonight, Fleur,” Gio’s voice has an edge of darkness I don’t normally hear from him.

She licks her lips and nods slowly, “Okay.”

That one word has my control snapping. I step toward her as Leo goes to look at the corsets on display along one wall. She has no idea what she’s unleashed, but she will soon.

CHAPTER 3

LEONARDO

“Strip down to your panties,” my voice is rough and feels like shards of glass in my throat.

Fleur’s beautiful blue eyes come up and meets my gaze. I know she must see the hunger there; the need I have for her. It’s something I don’t entirely understand. She has always been around, and I had to have been blind not to see her before now. It was only the knowledge that she should be off limits—untouchable—which kept me from considering her as more than Viola’s best friend.

Lately, for a lot longer than the time since my sister’s birthday dinner, I’ve been fighting to remember all the reasons I couldn’t pull Fleur against my chest and make her scream my name. My brothers’ names.

I’ve never considered sharing a woman before, but there’s something about Fleur that has me thinking the only way to have her is between myself and my brothers. It makes no fucking sense, but it’s true all the same.

I watch with unbridled pride as Fleur squares her shoulders and reaches to her side and unzips her dress. The gold fabric looks like liquid as it slides down her body and pools at her feet. There’s a challenge in her eyes, one I’m not at all surprised to see.

I’ve kept her in a box, so have my brothers, for too many years for her to trust this.

That’s fine. She doesn’t need to trust my words or my intentions, but she will feel every one of my actions. As my hands skim over her skin. As I fill her with my cock. As I make promises with my body that can’t be broken, vows that can’t be erased or forgotten.

Her perfectly round tits are on display since our woman isn’t wearing a bra. The panties she has on barely cover her pussy and are gold, just like her dress. The tease of seeing almost all of her has my mouth watering.

“Fuck, I bet she tastes as good as she looks,” Gio groans.

From the corner of my eye, I watch him reach down and adjust his cock in his pants, giving it a squeeze. I’m tempted to do the same, especially when Fleur’s eyes blaze with need as she takes in the action. I don’t give into the impulse.

Instead, I grab the white and gold corset hanging on the wall.

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