Page 4 of Sinful Submission

His brows rose. “Your curiosity can put you in danger.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“And how will danger find me when you’re around?”

He smirked. “I am the danger. Haven’t you realized that by now?”

My pussy thumped,and my nipples hardened. I’d decided long ago that none of their demons would send me running. Instead, I’d find a way to become their master.

“Then I’d rather be in trouble,” I said.

We stared at each other, and he sucked his teeth.

“I’ve been trying to take my time with you?—”

“And I wish you wouldn’t.”

More staring, and I had to wonder if his body was thumping up a storm like mine.

In the distance, a tune sounded, and I realized it was my phone.

“Leave it,” he said.

“Under one condition.”

His nostrils flared. Titan didn’t like orders. He hated to be told what to do, and I knew when I pushed his buttons, he would snap, which was what I was banking on. There was something about his madness that drove me wild. This wasn’t the first time I’d recognized my arousal to his violent nature but there was nothing I wanted to do about it but let it engulf me.

“Takethose clothes off and get in the water with me.”

“If you’re going to give me orders, you must be prepared for my retaliation.”

My skin warmed even under the water’s cool ambiance.

“I’m prepared.”

He stripped down, removing the jeans and boxers in one shrug off his cut hips. His dick bounced out – a dagger with a hook’s edge and I wanted that dick inside me so bad, I burned for it.

Seconds later, the water splashed, and he was under the blue chlorine pool, his perfect posture and agile strength sailing toward me with submarine silence and athletic poise.

He circled me once, twice, and the anticipation of his undertaking drove my arousal to new heights.

I reached to grab his shoulder, and my touch sent him quickly rising before me, my ass in his grip as he lifted me out of the pool to wrap my legs around his neck.

“Oh!”

The warmth of his mouth was inches from where I needed it most when he suddenly stilled. His teeth grazed my inner thigh, sending fire racing through my veins, but there was a new tension in his grip.

Through my desire-filled haze, I lifted my head and followed Titan’s gaze to the shadows by the pool house where Storm stood partially concealed, his usual confident posture was replaced by a more restless, uncertain energy that I’d noticed a few times recently.

Titan’s teeth sank deeper into my flesh, drawing a moan from my throat, but I felt the immediate change in his focus. Even in this intimate moment, Titan’s mind was processing Storm’s unusual behavior. That was Titan - constantly scrutinizing, and always three steps ahead.

The sight of Storm watching only heightened my need. These men were mine as much as I was theirs. But the uncertainty in Storm’s posture pulled at something in my gut. In our world, uncertainty usually meant danger was circling.

Titan’s fingers dug into my thighs as he lowered me back into the water but kept his eyes locked on Storm. The cool liquid shocked my heated skin, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from Storm’s expression. Even in the shadows, the tightness in his jaw was visible.

“What is it?” Titan’s baritone made me shiver. The question hung in the air as Storm shifted his weight, something so unlike his usual measured movements.

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