Page 91 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

I gasp, slapping his hand over my chest. “I’m mildly offended by that!”

Key sticks his head out of the bathroom to offer words of warning. “Just remember who you have in your grip there, brother. Nutcracker has always attacked from the front up until now. Make sure to keep your wits about you!”

I feel Teddy tense behind me, shifting his weight slightly to hide his crown jewels. I pat his hand condescendingly.

“Now, would I ever do such a thing?” I pout, glancing over my shoulder at him.

He raises an eyebrow.

Atlas grunts grouchily from his position on the bed. That is, until his focus alights on me.

“Fuck.” He sits up, rearranging himself in the process, stirring my lightning hot need even more. “You’re going to have to go get changed if you want to get anything done today besides yourself.”

My mouth goes dry at the heated look in his eye and the thick sexual tension that floods the room. Before their mini candy canes can make good on their promises, I extricate myself from Teddy’s arms and grab my cream, silk robe.

“Nope. No time for that. I’m going down to make breakfast. Don’t be long or your food will go cold!”

“You are not heading out there dressed like that,” Atlas growls, anger seeping into his tone.

I turn, raising an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”

Prowling out of bed, he stalks over until he’s toe to toe with me.

“I said-”

“I know what you said. What I’m struggling with is how you think you can control me or speak to me in that way. I’ve just gotten rid of an ex who did that, I don’t need another man following in his footsteps.”

The breath leaves my chest in a rush as Atlas pins me up against the wall with a hand to my throat. Squeezing gently, he leans down so we’re nose to nose.

“Don’t ever compare me to that piece of shit, baby girl. You know I’m not in this to control you.” He tightens his grip, yet his thumb tenderly strokes across the column of my throat. “What I have a problem with is your sexy ass self, walking around in your teddy forhimto see.”

“I can do what I-” He tightens his grip to a point where I can still breathe, but I can’t draw a full breath.

“You are mine now.Ours. And we do not share, baby girl.”

Glancing up into his molten eyes–that look more black than green right now–I can’t help the moan that slips loose at his possessive nature. The submissive in me begging to do everything he says, just so I can get my reward.

Leaning down, his breath tickles my cheek as his other hand roams my curves. “Now, you’re either going to get changed, oryou’re going to lay there like a good girl while I spank your ass and fuck you until you behave.”

My breath catches as a needy whimper whispers past my lips. My hands claw at his around my throat, my pussy pulsing to the beat of my rapid heartbeat.

“What will it be?”

Defiantly, I glare up at him. I’ve backed down to a man in my life too many times to back down now.

A sadistic grin splits his lips as his grip flexes around my throat. “Your safe word is gingerbread.”

Not even giving me a second to respond, he pulls me away from the wall by his grip, and marches me over to the bed before spinning me in his grip. Teddy and Key both stand on the other side of the bed in their tactical gear, making my heart race. Both of them have their arms folded across their chests and combat boots on, with one propped up on the bed frame.

“A little birdie told me that you like us in our tac gear.” Taking his time, Atlas moves his other hand down to the zip at the front of my teddy and unzips it, baring me to Key and Teddy. “Let’s see how much you like it when you’re screaming for us to stop. When everything gets too much.”

Throwing me on the bed, I squeak at the movement and try to scramble up, only to be stripped of the teddy and pinned to the bed by Teddy and Key’s boots. Keeping their hold light, there’s just enough pressure on my shoulders to make me feel pinned, but not enough to make me feel in danger.

“You didn’t think you were getting away that easily, did you, Sugar?” Key drawls, a sharpness to his voice that elicits all sorts of reactions from me.

Tracing his hand up my socks, he follows their line over my ass and all the way up my back until he circles round and cups my chin.

“I could get used to this view.” Key licks his lips. “What do you reckon, Teddy?”

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