Page 20 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

She looked up, and coming toward her were the three men who had, in a week, turned her life upside down and inside out.

Brent. River. Cash.

Chapter Fifteen

Orchid.

This was crazy. She couldn’t—shouldn’t—be in love with her husbands. That wasn’t how it was supposed to work. This was clearly a marriage of protection. They were doing her father another favor to keep her safe. There was nothing romantic about it.

They would be married in name only. And nothing more.

“Orchid,” Brent said, and her name on his lips broke her. She put Tulip down, who immediately slipped out of the door to go exploring.

“I can’t be married to you, Brent, and you, River, and you, Cash.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t be in love with my husbands of convenience,” she said so softly that she barely heard herself say those words.

“Say that again.”

“I love you, Brent. I love you, River. I love you, Cash. It’s not going to work. It’s not—”

She didn’t get much further before she was taken into strong, muscular arms and crushed between them.

Brent captured her lips in a searing kiss,and a circle of flames engulfed her. He kissed her until she couldn’t think anymore, exploring her mouth the only way he could, demanding her submission and rewarding her gift with such an intense touch that she felt dizzy. She cried into his mouth as he bit her lip and clung to him as he kissed it better.

River her took next, his tongue exploring her mouth as if she were precious treasure, and everywhere he touched, he unearthed a sensation. Sucking her tongue drew all the blood to her clit, and licking her lips over and over again made her want to squeeze her own nipples.

She sailed into Cash’s arms, her mouth now swollen from all her kisses. Cash, using his thumb, lowered her bottom lip, and then planted soft kisses on the inside. After a while, his attention drove her wild, and she pressed herself to him and kissed him instead. The chuckle he emitted could have made her come, just like that. He took charge of her then, and she was sure her feet were no longer touching the floor.

They stripped her of her clothes, leaving her naked and wet and so needy she was going to explode. She hungrily reached for their cocks—the need to touch overriding everything, including her inexperience.

“On your knees, sweetheart,” Cash ordered her gruffly.

She sank to the floor and gasped in both delight and panic at the sight of their cocks as they peeled away their clothes. They were gods; there was no other way to put it.

The taste buds in her mouth sizzled. She parted her lips and eagerly licked each one of their cocks, her eyes darting up to them as they twitched in her hand, under her tongue. There was something so innately erotic about having their cocks in her mouth, kissing them, licking a path across their thick veins that they made her think she was the only woman alive. But god, they were huge, too big, but so beautifully crafted she couldn’t stop exploring them. The bolder she got, the bigger they got, and the harsher their breathing became, until Brent threaded his hands through her hair and pulled her off him.

“The first time we come will be inside your pussy, and your ass. All three of us.” His words were final. For a brief moment, she couldn’t wrap her head around what he meant, but it didn’t matter. They were touching her. She was going to be okay, so she nodded in agreement.

Brent picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, parting her legs wide.

Intuitively, she tried to wriggle away, but River and Cash slipped in on either side of her, kissing the sides of her neck and trailing their tongues over to her nipples. She almost flew off the bed when the heat of their mouths fused with the aching, engorged tips of her breasts. They licked and kissed and sank their sharp teeth into her until she was begging them to stop, and never to stop at the same time. The opposing sensations blew her mind.

She felt Brent’s breath fan against the heated flesh of her pussy. The need to close her legs quadrupled.

“This pussy belongs to us now. Never try to block us from eating our fill,” Brent warned. With that, he ran the whole of his tongue down her seam before he let the tip of his tongue disappear between her folds.

Dear. God.

Brent sucked on her clit, on her folds. He filled his mouth with her wetness, and while he appeared to be savoring her taste, River and Cash let their hands roam down her body, over her flat stomach, to her smooth mons, and then to her pussy. They dipped their finger into her, scooping out her wetness and then letting it drip from their fingertips onto her nipples.

She turned blood red. She was so embarrassed that she was so wet, but the way they growled so primally at the sight of her essence drenching her nipples far outweighed her mortification.

They did that repeatedly. Brent sucked on her. River and Cash coated their fingers in her juices and let it pool on her nipples. When Brent took hold of her clit and River and Cash sucked up her wetness from her breasts, she came so quickly, so hard, and thoroughly, she cried out their names in quick succession.

“Fucking perfect.”

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