Page 61 of Wicked Games of Desire

He shrugs, and I know that’s not what he wants to talk about tonight. “One night my father came back drunk off his nut and ready for a fight. She didn’t stand a chance. He was raving at her about some other man. Nothing she could say would stop him. I tried to protect her and shield Ricky from the violence, but it was impossible. He was too strong for me and beat me until I couldn’t get back up and fight him off. He killed her right there in front of us with his bare hands, choked the life right out of her. Then he took out his gun and blew his own brains out. Right there.” He motions to the spot right in front of the large window.

I gasp in shock, imagining the horror these two little boys had to endure right here in this very home. But he tells the story like it happened to someone else. There is no emotion in his voice, nothing. “I’m so sorry, Maddox.” A solitary tear fallssilently from my eye.

“The next day, Enzo turned up at the house and found us. He told me he would take care of us, and for years, I thought of him like a fucking hero, our savior. Until we swore our allegiance to the family name and became one of them. Then I learned the truth. My father had been working for him all along. When he died, we belonged to Enzo. There was never any choice in it for us.”

A shiver runs down my spine at his reality. Here I was thinking they chose this life, but he’s no more in control of his existence than I am. Enzo is the chess master, moving us all around his board to keep control. When our eyes meet, I am captivated by the darkness in his gaze. I inhale, deeply overwhelmed by the intensity. My poor broken man. His story explains so much.

“The only way out is death. Mine and Ricky’s loyalty to the family is all we have. We don’t get to imagine another life. It’s simply not possible.” But even as he says the words, I know that’s exactly what he’s doing. He wants out of this hell just as much as I do.

There is nothing I can say to make any of this better. So instead, I place my glass on the table in front of me and move to sit on his lap. Curling my arms around him, I draw him in close. I sense his face sinking into my hair as he takes a deep breath. “You smell like summertime.”

“You smell like sin.” I smirk back at him. Cigarettes, whiskey, and sex; he’s perfection.

As his lips touch mine, I gently run my fingers through his hair. I always knew there was a darkness inside of him. His wounds run deep enough to have him mostly shut off from the rest of the world. It hurts to hear just how bad they are, but maybe I can offer him some reprieve.

I move to straddle his lap, deepening our kiss. There’s a closeness between us I never expected, but it’s there. An invisible rope that tiesme to him. I couldn’t run away from him now. I care about him too much. Him and Ricky. And as screwed up as it is, Alessandro as well.

As we kiss, I rock over his hardened monster cock, desperate to have him inside of me so I can show him how much he means to me.

The front door opens, breaking our kiss. Our attention flying to a furious Alessandro standing in the doorway, but I don’t think it’s because he found us tangled up together. From the depth of his fury, I think something might have happened back at the club. His eyes lock with mine, the darkness in his gaze intensifying, and for a second, I think he’s going to come over here. Instead, he storms off to his room, slamming his door shut so hard the sound vibrates through the house.

Ricky appears in the space he left, locking the door and triple-checking it. “You guys started without me.” His cheeky grin tells me he’s not all that worried about whatever they just had to deal with, either that or he’s just better at masking it than Alessandro. He joins us, picking up my tumbler and drinking down what I left.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, wondering why the asshole is in an even worse mood than when we left the club.

A silent message passes between the guys, and I feel Maddox’s chest stiffen underneath me. “He’s dealing with a few of his demons. Probably best we give him some space.”

I know he has demons. I see them every time I look at him. But he’s the one who shuts himself off from me, struts around, acting like he’s made of steel and nothing can touch him. He needs to learn to open up; it might help him deal.

Maddox’s lips drop back to my neck, kissing me softly and distracting me from my derailing thoughts about Alessandro, as Ricky’s hungry eyes meet mine. Without another word, Maddox lifts me with my legs still wrapped around him and carries me down the hallway and into Ricky’s bedroom, with Ricky close behind us. I’m really goingto do this, sleeping with both of them. Part of me knows there’s no coming back from a night like this, but the reality is, I’m already too far gone. I want this.

Chapter 35

Maddox tosses me downon Ricky’s bed. They both look me over like hungry predators. Fuck, am I going to survive? I suck in a breath, trying to get my racing heart under control as a delicious tingle runs right through me. I move to the edge of the bed, not wanting to be the center of attention.

Maddox’s lips turn up at the sides, and I can tell he’s already enjoying himself. “Don’t look so scared, temptress.”

Ricky discards his shirt, along with his pants, then drags my feet back to the edge of the bed. He’s on one side of me, with Maddox on the other. The sexual tension in the room is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

These boys know exactly what they want.

Me.

Ricky’s lips seal against mine with a punishing kiss. He tastes of my whiskey, his rough kisses making me feel more comfortable by the second. As he sweeps me away, he slowly undoes the zipper of my dress, shoving the straps down my arms. “I need to touch you.”His voice comes out as a desperate plea, and I can’t help but giggle at him. “You’re a dick tease, baby doll. I’ve got blue balls over here after watching you get finger-fucked at the club.”

I knew it, but hearing him say it just makes me even hotter for him. I rise to remove my dress, carefully stepping over the pile of discarded clothing as he pulls me into him. Two sets of hands are back on my skin, skating over every part of my body, leaving delicious shivers in their wake. Maddox kisses down my shoulder, running his hands along my back, grabbing a handful of my ass, while Ricky’s hands are on my tits, lightly massaging them as his tongue plays with mine. The two of them move around me, making sure I feel every deliberate touch and kiss. I reach for them, holding them close as I kiss each of them in turn. There is no rush.

Ricky carefully removes my bra, while Maddox tears my panties from my body, literally ripping the silky fabric to shreds.

Maddox’s hand slips lower, between my legs, skimming through my wetness as he feels every inch of my pussy possessively, growling hungrily as he impales me with two thick fingers. I groan into Ricky’s mouth with the sudden, full sensation, while running my fingers along his thick shaft, and slippery precum beads at the tip. I’m almost frantic to taste him. How these two have reduced me to a needy, desperate mess I will never know, but this is more than just sexual attraction. I’ve fallen for them, and right now I need them more than I need to breathe.

As if sensing my desperation, Ricky pulls me back onto the bed with him. Maddox releases me, stripping off his own clothes, while I lick the length of Ricky’s cock, then take all of him in my mouth as far as I can before I gag.

A low chuckle escapes him. He knows how big he is, and this is an impossible task, but I’m determined, so I try again, my eyesmeeting his, enjoying the way he watches me with so much adoration. It makes me think I’m someone special to him. Someone more than just the girl he’s been tasked with watching over. And for the first time since I got here, I get swept up in the moment with him, thinking this really could be something more than just lust.

Maddox’s hands are back on me as he slaps my ass, one cheek then the other, before I feel his fingers pressing inside of me again crudely, the only way he knows how. He grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me off Ricky so he can kiss me again. Where Ricky is sweet and caring, Maddox is demanding and rough, taking everything he wants, but when he pulls away from our kiss, his eyes are filled with the same warmth for me that Ricky has. I stare back at him, momentarily frozen, a small flood of panic taking over. What the hell is happening here tonight?

But the boys don’t let me spiral into my own thoughts. Ricky’s hands move to my tits, palming them as he rubs his finger and thumb over my hardened nipples. The sensation sends a delicious shiver over my body. At the same time, Maddox forces me forward, spreading my legs wider, his tongue plunging through my folds as he tastes me.

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