Page 9 of My Fantasy Daddies

And if they were hooking up with my sister, then they would definitely know him.Eloise wouldn’t toss the Barbier name out to a crowd, but she would let the three daddies she was fucking know her full name.

“Arnaud has two daughters,” Mr.Golden Lion said, dipping his head so we were sharing the same air.“Which one are you?”

I frowned, sure this was a trick question.“Esme.”

“Esme.”Mr.Bear—Barclay, whatever—growled my name.

I seriously needed him to stop those rumbling sounds.They were too intoxicating.I wanted to crawl beneath his skin and live there so I could always have access to all his grumbles and growls and huffs.

“Hello, little Esme,” Mr.Panther murmured.

“Hi,” I breathed and then quickly shook my head.Stop it, Es.“I’m sure Eloise has told you three all about our parents.”

“Who?”Mr.Panther asked, his brows drawing together.

I glowered up at him.“Eloise.My older sister.You know…” Confusion swirled in his eyes, and I paused.“She comes here often.”

He shook his head.“Sorry, little love.I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Hope twisted in my chest.“You don’t know Eloise?About an inch or two shorter than me.Honey-blond hair.Light-brown eyes.Has a birthmark on the inside of her left thigh.”

I’d never seen biological sisters look less alike than Eloise and me.No one could possibly say either of us wasn’t beautiful.As much as my sister made me want to choke the life out of her, I did love her and thought she was gorgeous.

We were both combinations of our parents in different ways.I’d gotten my facial features from our mother, while my hair and eyes came directly from Papa.Eloise had gotten her slightly smaller height fromMaman, while getting the shape of her chin and nose from Papa.From old family pictures, Eloise had looked almost identical to Papa’s sister practically from the time she was born.

Mr.Panther’s lips tilted up in amusement.Of the three of them, he had the least aggression coming off him.But that was a problem for me.I wanted them to be aggressive over me.Possessive.Territorial.I wanted them so obsessed they couldn’t bear to have me out of their sight for more than two minutes without their sanity taking a direct hit.

“Just because this is a sex club doesn’t mean we’ve seen every member naked.I apologize if you think we’re disrespecting someone you care about, but the woman you just described could be any number of women who frequent Inferno.But I honestly have no idea who you are talking about.Plus, blondes aren’t my type.”

Fighting the growing yearning for him to be speaking the truth, I searched his face for a moment before doing the same to Mr.Bear.Nothing on his face made me think he knew who Eloise was.“Are you sure you don’t know Eloise?”

“I’m unsure why you think we know her,” Mr.Golden Lion said, tucking a few locks behind my ear and then taking advantage so he could skim his fingertips down my cheek and neck until he reached the top of my dress.He traced his index finger over the top of my cleavage.And my body, that in-heat bitch, arched under his touch.

Perhaps I wanted to believe that they had no clue who my sister was.Had Eloise lied to me?It wasn’t implausible.She could have seen how affected I was and used her knowledge of who they were to push my buttons.Remembering that hate-filled gleefulness in her eyes gave me reason to suspect she had done just that to cause me pain.

Maybe, just maybe, it was nothing more than a coincidence that they all walked over to Inferno from the Ignite side that night.

While I was still debating that possibility, Mr.Golden Lion stepped closer, blocking me in completely.Both his giant hands brushed along my body, memorizing the shape, firm heaviness of some areas, the softness of others.Swallowing a moan, I tipped my head back so I could look at all three of them better, drinking in the sight of each one.

I’d think of ways to kill my sister for lying to me later.For the moment, I wanted to soak up being in front of the three daddies who had been starring in all my fantasies.Having their full attention.Basking in their touches and hungry gazes.

If Eloise wasn’t with them—and, by their own admissions, she wasn’t.Hell, they didn’t even know who she was—then it was okay for me to have a little fun with them.

“What brings you to Inferno, Esme Barbier?”Mr.Golden Lion asked, a playful glitter in his eyes.

“I want to be fucked.”I cocked a brow at him.“Why else would I be in a sex club?”

Mr.Bear snarled something that was too low for me to understand, pushing in closer.His front pressed to my side, his head dropping so his face was buried in my hair.I couldn’t hold back my moan.This was where he belonged.Where he should have been from that very first night I’d spotted him and his friends across the club.

He inhaled sharply, one hand going to my throat in a way that had my body melting into his.I hadn’t given much thought to someone giving me a five-finger necklace, but damn if it didn’t send a rush of pleasure straight through me, soaking my panties.“You came here in search of a fuck?”he rasped, that growly voice full of a possessiveness that sent a delicious shiver down my back.

“Yes,” I answered honestly—defiantly…and only a tiny bit breathlessly.

That aggression I loved so much doubled, his mouth finding and nuzzling my ear before giving it a sharp nip.“You would have let anyone touch you?”

“Maybe,” I sassed, not lying to him.I wasn’t sure what I would have done if Mr.Bear hadn’t extracted the guy I’d been talking to earlier.I’d been considering having sex with the man, but he hadn’t given me so much as a small spark of attraction.Still, I’d come to Inferno in an attempt to fuck my three daddies out of my head.

His fingers tightened, not quite obstructing my airflow but letting me know he was very much the one in control.“Wrong answer, Esme.”

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