Page 35 of Ice Cold Hearts

The sound she makes nearly breaks my self-control, but I manage to trace my tongue over the shell of her ear instead of ruining the game by bending her over the couch and fucking her right then.

“Are you sure you want this?” I check. “It’s been a drama-filled night already. No one is going to blame you if you want to wait and do this another time. All you have to do is say the word and we’ll stop.”

She leans harder into the hand that’s around her throat. “No. I want this. I need you to fuck me so hard that I forget about her and the drama and the wine and this stupid dress. Tear it to shreds, for all I care. The only thing I want to remember about our first date is how each of your dicks feel inside me.”

12

EMILY

Ishudder with anticipation as Alexei traces the tips of his fingers up the insides of my thighs.

He stops just short of where I need him, and I scowl.

“Do I have your attention, Kitten?” he asks.

“Yes,” I grumble.

“Don’t be like that.” Alexei smirks. “We need a safe word from you. An emergency brake, if you like.”

My eyebrows knit together as I try to muster enough brain cells to make a thought. It’s no easy feat with Ian’s skillful hand on my breast and Oliver staring at me like he wants to devour me. A sly smile steals across my face when I find the perfect word.

“Merlot,” I say saucily.

Alexei gently slaps my inner thigh. “Minx.”

“That’s probably the only time you’ll ever hear it.” I lift my chin defiantly. “I have no intention of using it.”

“Careful, Kitten. If you show your claws, I’ll have to show mine.”

My center pulses with need, and I try vainly to press my thighs together, but both Ian and Alexei keep me from moving even an inch. I growl with frustration, but Alexei just laughs.

“It’s not going to be that easy, Kitten.”

His fingers slide upward, teasing me mercilessly with featherlight touches. As soon as I try to grind my hips against his fingers, he moves his hand to the tie at the nape of my neck. My skin tingles where his hands brush my skin.

“Damn, woman, were you a sailor in a past life?” he curses.

“Shift her so I can see,” he tells Ian.

Ian quickly drops his hand around my hips, holding me in place like the lap bars on roller coasters. The hand around my throat shifts to between my shoulder blades, and he forces me forward.

I’ve never liked being manhandled, but these men seem to be the exception to every rule I have. They make me feel like a small, powerless thing, and yet I don’t want them to stop. I want them to take advantage of every inch of me.

Now that he can see, Alexei makes quick work of the halter top’s tie and then the bun at the top of my head.

As soon as my hair tumbles free, Ian grabs a fistful of it and yanks me back up to sitting. I cry out his name, and he tugs at my hair again.

“What a good pet you are,” he says, kissing my neck.

I’m already embarrassingly wet and they’ve hardly touched me. How am I going to react once they’re done toying with me?

“Did you sew this to yourself?” Alexei gestures at my still covered chest.

“Either that or she’s a witch,” Oliver teases.

I laugh. “Not sewn. Taped. I didn’t want to risk giving anyone at the club a free show.”

Oliver slides closer and starts planting kisses on my shoulders, my neck, and anywhere else he can reach.

---