Page 67 of Murder & Mayhem

Ignoring my sarcasm, Red moves to lean against the desk in front of us. “The wedding is planned for next month.” She pauses, her gaze darting to me, but I grit my teeth and hold back the angry retort threatening to slip out. One side of her lip quirks up in a smirk as if sensing my internal struggle. The sly bitch. She gets off on my fucking temper as much as I get off on hers. “Apparently, weddings are a big deal in the Antonelli Family.” She shrugs, but Oliver nods his head.

“Yeah, it’s an Italian mafia thing. They’re all into upholding vows and huge celebrations. All that shit.”

“Right,” Red agrees. “It gives us the perfect opportunity. Every single member of their organization will be under one roof, ripe for the taking. We can take them all out in one fell swoop.”

“But that means you have to go back to him,” I bite out, unable to keep my mouth shut any longer.

“It’s fine.” She lowers her gaze, nibbling on her bottom lip. “It’s not so bad, actually. He… they… neither of them has touched me.”

I don’t know if she meant for that to be reassuring, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. “Red, he’s all but claimed you. He might not have fucked you yet, but he will.”

Her lips flatten, and she shakes her head. “He won’t.”

I don’t know how she can be so adamant about that. The fact that she’s defending him at all and willing to spend even another moment in their presence, is concerning. Before I can ask her any more about it, Oliver leans forward, gaining her attention.

“Are you safe if you go back there?”

She gives it a long thought before nodding her head. “Yes. They won’t let Giovanni do anything to me.”

“What about them?”

Her gaze swivels to mine and she shakes her head. I can see the surety in her eyes. “They won’t hurt me, either.”

We discuss it back and forth until my head hurts, and despite not liking the thought of sending her back there, I reluctantly agree to her plan. But not before she agrees to take a burner phone back with her, complete with a tracking app so Oliver and I can keep tabs on her.

When we’re done, I get to my feet and wrap my hand around her wrist. Tugging, I yank her into my chest. My other hand slides into her hair, fisting it at the base of her neck and pulling on it, so she’s forced to look up at me. Lust sparkles in her dazzling blue eyes and her lips part, her tongue flicking out to wet them. My girl loves when I’m rough with her. Which is precisely what I’m going to do. I might have to send her back tothem,but the memory of my dick buried in her pussy will stay with her the entire time she’s gone.

“I’m not letting you go until you’re hoarse from screaming our names and your pussy is stuffed full with our cum.”

A groan travels up the back of her throat, and she shifts, squeezing her thighs together as Oliver steps up behind her. He quickly strips her of her leather jacket, leaving her standing in front of us in a thin, black tank that does nothing to hide her peaked nipples.

His lips slowly descend down the side of her neck as his hands slide up underneath her top until he’s cupping her breasts. She arches her back, pushing her chest against mine as another moan passes through her lips. Her crotch rubs against the hard-on in my pants, and I let go of her wrist, gripping her hip instead and pulling her flush against me as I grind into her.

Taking his time, kissing each part of her body he exposes, Oliver slowly removes the rest of her clothes until she’s standing naked between us. His fingers trail down her abdomen and slide between her thighs, playing with her until her skin is flushed once again.

Cupping her cheek, I wait until her hooded eyes lift to meet mine. “Have you ever taken two men at once?”

Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate, a low groan at the thought of taking us both at once heightening her pleasure. She shakes her head, and her voice is breathy when she says, “No.” The thrill that runs through me is next level.

“Mmm, you want to, though, don’t you? I can feel how badly you want it. You’re soaking my hand just at the thought.”

She moans loudly at Oliver’s dirty words. Her hands slide up my abdomen, pulling my t-shirt up with them, and I help her out by tugging it over my head while she moves to tackle my jeans next. She only gets the belt undone before I bat her hands away and spin her to face Oliver. “Take O’s clothes off, baby,” I order as I kick off my boots and shrug out of my jeans and boxers.

She doesn’t hesitate, and in no time at all, the three of us are standing naked in my office. With my hands on her hips, I grind my dick between her ass cheeks until she moans. Snaking my hand between her legs, I coat my fingers before moving toward her puckered hole. She tenses, but I place a kiss on her shoulder. “Kiss Oliver, baby.” Oliver’s already leaning in to seal his lips to hers, and I wait until she melts into him. I bring my other hand around to play with her clit as I swirl my finger around her hole until she’s pushing her ass back, silently demanding more. She groans into Oliver’s kiss as the tip of my finger slides inside, and I slowly work her up until she can take me all the way to the knuckle.

“Oh fuck,” she pants, breaking her kiss with Oliver and resting her forehead against his chest. Her nails dig into his pecs, leaving half-moon indentations as I work her over. I feel a hand brush mine before Oliver sinks his fingers inside her cunt, and she begins to tremble in our arms as she nears her release. “Oh, shit. Fuck.” I love the way she curses when she’s about to come. A second later, her body tenses, and she explodes around us. Dragging out her orgasm, until her legs are shaking and she can barely stand, I then scoop her into my arms. With one arm banded around her waist, her legs squeezing my hips, I sweep everything off the desk.

My ass hits the cool wood as I hold Red in my lap. Thanks to my long legs, I can easily sit on the desk with my feet planted on the floor and Red straddling me, her knees pressed against the hardwood of the tabletop. Her hands squeeze my shoulders as she slides over my cock, soaking it with each sweep along the seam of her pussy.

Oliver positions himself between my spread thighs, running his hand along her back. My hands slide along her thighs as she drips all over me, all three of us panting heavily. With his chest pressed against her back, Oliver reaches out and grabs Red’s chin in a firm grip, turning her head so he can kiss her. His kiss is a claiming one—possession in its finest form. My hands lift to cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she breaks away to look at me with hooded eyes.

I hold her gaze while I play with her tits. “You’re ours,” I tell her. When she just looks at me, I pinch her nipple, hard, causing her to cry out.

“Yours,” she pants.

Mirroring Oliver's hold on her chin, I turn her head until she’s looking over her shoulder at him. “Yours,” she repeats again, and I don’t miss the flare of lust that burns in his eyes in response.

“Yours,” he reiterates in a grave tone.

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