Page 71 of KAI Tortured

“He didn’t brush his teeth, and he fell asleep on the couch, so I had to carry him upstairs. But he’s asleep.”

“Mila?”

“You mean the fussiest eater I’ve ever seen? She was an angel. Fast asleep.”

“Damien?”

“You know Damien, he’s as sweet as pie. Fast asleep. I gave him his bottle and he went to bed on his own. Seriously, I don’t know what they did today, but all of them were truly tired.”

“Told you, that trip to the zoo did the trick.” Logan grins. “We encouraged them to walk most of the time.”

“Well, they were so tired, they barely ate their dinner.” Sasha laughs. “Ava and Gracie were last to fall asleep, maybe a half hour ago. They had their bottle of milk, so they’ll be fine for the next four hours. Here’s the baby monitor.” She passes me the little gadget showing five interchanging screens, one for each of the kids’ rooms.

Sasha babysits for us often; she has the patience of a saint, she’s dependable and kind, and the kids love her, so we love her. Plus her father belongs to the Vitali family, so she knows how things work around here.

I walk over to the side table where my purse is and pull out a hundred-dollar bill. “Thank you.”

She grins. I don’t blame her. I only wish I was given hundred-dollar bills when I babysat when I was young.

“Come on, I’ll get Emilio to drive you home,” Logan offers.

She gathers her things as Logan shows her to the door.

“Get home safe,” Orion calls out.

I leave Kai and Orion standing in the living room as I walk to the kitchen.I didn’t get to have anything to drink at the club.

“I need a drink,” Kai declares. His bloodied face looks better than any other day I’ve seen him after a match. Maybe because the fight didn’t last long at all. He heads to the counter.

“I’ll get it.” I open the cupboard and take out four glasses and the bottle, and start pouring.

“Darling, I want you sober.” Orion’s voice is deeper, and darker. It catches me off-guard, and I need a moment before I reply.

“Why is that?” I reply as nonchalantly as I can as he slowly approaches me, but I already have butterflies fluttering around in my belly. God, it’s been a while. I place the bottle on the counter and pick up my glass. Kai’s watching me now too.

“You tell me,” Orion says.

He’s standing behind me and I remain still, deliberating over whether I should drink the whiskey. I think it serves me right for falling asleep on them the last time we wanted to play. I only had one glass of wine. But I was so tired. Would the whiskey knock me out too, I wonder?

Placing his hands on my shoulders, he starts massaging me gently, and I close my eyes, totally surrendering to the moment. I set the whiskey back on the counter, not because of what he said, but because it would have fallen out of my hand. I moan quietly. This is pure heaven.

“Do you want me to massage you?”

His hands slide down my body, tracing my curves. Then he reaches for the hem of my dress and starts gently tugging it up. His palms, now gliding up my body, feel warm and smooth on my skin.

He nips my ear and whispers, “Or do you want me to make love to you?”

It’s been a while since we played. I don’t remember the last time their hands were on me. My baby brain’s forgotten everything. Wanton, and impatient, I turn around in search of his lips; I want him, and I want whatever he has planned for me. I want that debauched promise in his eyes.

He grins at my frustration and continues dragging my dress north with his hands, and upon reaching my chest, his thumbs search out my nipples, spinning a carnal need into my head. I stopped breastfeeding the girls a few months ago and it’s been a while since my men enjoyed them properly.

Impatient, I lift my arms and allow the dress to be lifted over my head and dropped to the floor.

Logan’s back now, sipping his whiskey and watching my every move like a hawk. As is Kai. As for Orion, his eyes never leave mine, even though I’m standing naked in front of him bar my red panties and red heels. He takes a step back and shucks off his suit jacket and tie, partially unbuttons his shirt, then rolls up his sleeves. The lean, perfect ridges of the muscles on his forearms are suddenly what I’m focused on, together with the rings on his fingers and the watch. And those damn bracelets… He looks so sexy.

“Kiss me,” I beg, but he just runs his thumb over my lips, glides it across, slowly wetting it with my saliva and then inserting it into my mouth. My arousal surges, my insides are on fire; my body is in charge now and it walks the path that he’s crafting. How he does it, I cannot comprehend.

He takes his thumb out of my mouth. “What’s it gonna be, Maisy?”

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