Page 41 of Chaos & Carnage

I feel like someone who has been watching television in black and white, and now I’ve been introduced to technicolor. Before, I was living my life in varying shades of gray. I didn’t realize anything was amiss until the love of these four ruthless men started bleeding into it, filling the cracks with beautiful veins of color until even the darkest shadows were forced into the light. I can’t go back. I don’t want to.

“If I’d known nearly getting squashed under a building would get me your undivided attention, I’d have swapped places with one of these assholes,” Enzo grumbles. There’s zero heat behind his words, though, and when I tear my gaze away from Oliver to look at where he’s perched at the foot of the bed, he’s smiling fondly at me. My eyes flick behind him to where Dante is leaning against the bedroom door, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He’s wearing only his boxers, and I vaguely remember him stripping us down to shower before tucking me into bed. His eyes bore into me with the same intensity as always, and I get the distinct impression his entire focus is on me, regardless of whose arms I’m in.

With his straight back, legs casually crossed at the ankle, he looks as formidable as he does wearing a full suit. Not many people could pull off such an intimidating stance while sporting a hard-on and wearing only boxers—which only serve to draw my attention to the dick that’s growing harder with every passing second I stare at him.

Dirty thoughts flit across my mind as desire unfurls in my core, and I have to rip my gaze away from Dante’s heated one before I descend into smutville. Refocusing on Enzo, I push back the covers, not giving a shit that I’m only wearing my bra and panties as I crawl across the bed toward him. He pulls me into his lap, and I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through the blond strands of hair that brush across the back of his neck.

“Thank you for making sure they were both okay.” My smile is watery as my thoughts drift back to how close I came to nearly losing two of my men, but it overflows with gratitude and love. “You could have insisted on coming with me, but you didn’t.”

His hand comes up to cup my cheek, and sorrow flashes across his apple-green eyes. “I hated seeing you so distraught. I’d have done just about anything to ease your suffering.” A mischievous glint enters his eyes and a small smirk quirks up the corner of his lips. “But if it will get you in my lap, looking at me the way you are right now, then I’ll happily save their sorry asses at every available opportunity.”

There’s an affronted scoff from behind me—most likely Cain. “We didn’t need yousavingus.”

Enzo’s gaze flicks over my shoulder, his smirk only growing. “No? Then who practically carried you to the car?”

Hearing the implication that Cain was injured, my head whips around to face him, doing another scan of his body. The bedsheet is straddling his waist, preventing me from seeing his legs, and not caring what he’s wearing beneath it, I yank the sheet off him.

“Cain!” I exclaim, gaping at the purply-red swollen lump currently surrounding his ankle.

I notice even Enzo winces when he gets a look at it, indicating Cain probably played down the seriousness of his injury.

“Okay, admittedly, it didn’t look that bad earlier,” Cain begins, holding up his hands in an appeasing gesture that is entirely ineffective. “But it’s nothing some ice and painkillers won’t fix.”

“It needs to be looked at!” I insist. “By a medical professional.” Giving him the stink eye, I tack on, “Whichyouare not.”

“I’m not leaving this bed tonight, baby.” His eyes smolder with desire as his gaze flicks down my mostly naked body, sending a shiver racing down my spine. “There are far more important things I need to do tonight.” Slowly, he lifts his gaze until he meets mine. “Besides, I have my very own nurse who will make it all better.”

“Is that so?” I laugh, even as my body goes up in flames beneath his molten stare full of wicked intentions. “I’m not sure how blowing your load will help your ankle.”

He shrugs a shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine. “We should try it just in case it does.”

I’m still in Enzo’s lap, my arms around his neck, so I feel when his shoulders shake with silent laughter and an idea takes form. Shuffling, I resituate myself so my back is against Enzo’s chest. I can feel three sets of laser beams tracking my every move, only emboldening me further.

“In that case, we wanna pull out all the stops. Make it truly mind-blowing sex.”

Picking up on my intentions, Enzo shifts on the bed so I’m settled between his legs. Lifting a hand, he brushes my hair over one shoulder, exposing my neck. Lowering his head, his lips skim up the column of my neck until his breath tickles my ear. “You’re playing with fire, baby girl.”

His voice is low, but given the heavy silence in the room, the others watching us with hungry intent and cautious wariness, there’s no doubt they heard him.

“I always have enjoyed flirting with danger.” Primal need bleeds into every word as I arch my back, quietly begging Enzo to stop teasing my skin. “Besides, after this past week, I need to feel each of you. I need to know all of you are with me. That you’re safe.”

“We’re with you, Spitfire. We’re here. We’re safe.You’resafe.”

As his words soak into my heart, filling it with warmth, his lips finally press firmly against the sensitive skin of my neck. His teeth lightly scrape over my skin, making me tremble in his arms before he sucks on the skin. My eyelids fall to half-mast as I arch my back and emit a low groan. I can feel Cain, Oliver, and Dante all watching us, their gazes intense and hot.

Despite that, I know I have to play this right. They might all wantme, but they still barely tolerate one another, and I highly doubt that sharing me is high on any of their to-do lists. But I’m done. I need this.Weneed this. I’ve claimed them, and I’m never letting any of them go, so they’re just going to have to suck it up and learn to work as a team. Learn to rely on one another. Learn to share… and the best place to start is here, now, with me.

I push my ass back against the hardness in Enzo’s sweats as his palms slide around my middle, his large hands splayed across my stomach and ribs as he pulls me closer and begins lavishing my neck with gusto.

Squeezing one of his muscular thighs with my fingers, my other hand reaches behind my back until I can run it along his erection. His breath stutters as he pushes against me. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he murmurs, his voice so low I can hardly hear him. “Using me to get these assholes to play nice.” One of his hands moves up to cup my breast, giving it a squeeze while I moan. “I’m surprised you didn’t choose Oliver to instigate this little experiment. Although perhaps you were worried Dante would kill him.”

I wasn’t. Oliver would have been the most logical choice. He’s the peacekeeper—always has been. He’s the one most likely to accept sharing me, but given how things have been between us, I worried he would only have acquiesced out of guilt, and I didn’t want that. I don’t want him to accept this only because he’s feeling guilty and willing to do whatever I want in order to make things right between us.

So the only other semi-reasonable person that left was Enzo. Enzo enjoys causing trouble. He’s spent years pushing Dante’s buttons and delighting in the consequences, and I’ve watched him do the same with Cain. Both men are easily riled, and I’m counting on him to want to see how this will play out.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he murmurs as he slides my bra strap off my shoulder and gently sucks on the skin. The fingers of his other hand, still resting on my stomach, trail lower, skimming the waistband of my panties. His sensual touches and light teasing make my core clench as I turn feverish with desire.

Glancing up at Oliver through my lashes, I find him following Enzo’s fingers with a desperate sort of hunger. Feeling my eyes on him, he lifts his head to meet my gaze, seeing my need for him burning in their depths.

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