Page 100 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

Piper’s words come back in a whisper.You miss them, don’t you?

I do.

I hold in tears. I can’t show them an ounce of weakness. They’ll use it against me and I’ll never be free of them. Or worse, I won’t let them go a second time.

God, I must look like a fool to him just standing here like an idiot feeling up his arms.

I try to right myself and pull away but both men tighten their holds on my waist.

“I need to get back to the party,” I try weakly. “My mother and father are expecting me and none of you should be here.”

“We’ve spoken with him already. He’ll need to speak with you. You’re right.”

That’s Maksym. A hard grunt and a curious expression pass over his handsome face. Like he has a secret. He moves to stand behind me and I feel like I’m trapped on all sides. Probably because I am. They have a way of making me feel pinned in with no escape. I’m not entirely sure how to translate the way my body fills with anticipation and heat snakes through me. On second thought, that’s not true. When in bed it makes me feel powerful and wanted. Like the center of their universe. But that’s all make-believe. Out here in the real world where my fantasies hold no sway over real life, it makes me feel out of control and alone, surprisingly. Like what I want doesn’t matter.

I’ve carried being an infallible Cambridge my whole life. Living up to the name is a twenty-four-hour-a-day job and one I’m failing at the moment. If my mother discovers me tucked away with three Russian Bratva with reputations everyone in this city knows about, she’ll disown me.

“But your father can wait.”

Maksym. He’s been observant up until now. He strokes a thumb over the plumpness of my bottom lip.

“You don’t know my father. Waiting is not his strong suit.” I try to push past them, but my efforts are pointless. “Are you going to hold me here all night like some freaking captive?”

Humor, or what I think passes for it with this man, brightens Maksym’s face, forcing away the dark somberness from moments before. A softness crinkles the areas around his eyes making him look rugged and sweet at the same time. And then he speaks and all that falls away and I see the real predator.

“You seemed to like being our captive in the past. Has that changed?”

The side of my dress moves and a hand swipes over my bare folds. Right there in the middle of my parents’ gala, Maksym cups my pussy.

And suddenly I’m faced with choices. Stop them or roll with it.

Oh my god, this is happening.And no one can stop it. Not even me. But do I want to?

Shock forces my mouth closed so my body takes over and speaks for me. My nipples press against the confines of my dress and I forget why I don’t want these men here. I forget why I walked away, in the first place.

I gasp, but the sound is swallowed by Tomas’ mouth on mine.

“Move your foot out a little, that’s it,” Maksym growls low next to my ear. When I do as he instructs thick fingers spread my folds to find instant honey dripping from my core.

“Mmm, look what I found.” Maksym draws his finger out and leans in to press a kiss over the edge of my bare shoulder before dragging his wet finger along my bottom lip.

“Suck it clean,krasotka.”

“Wait, this is…”

“Aren’t you hungry?” He tips my chin upward and his dark eyes turn to bottomless pits I eagerly want to lose myself in. “Don’t worry, I’ll go back for more for myself. I want to share first.”

I don’t think my face can turn any redder. “Maksym, this can’t…” I hiss and glance up sharply, scared someone will discover us any second. With my luck, it would be one of my mother’s luncheon friends who clutches her pearls like they will protect her against the sins of others. Or my father’s partners looking for a quiet place to discuss business.

I can’t breathe suddenly.

“You were given instructions to suck his finger clean, India. Or do you want to add to your list of offenses? You’ve already earned a nice hard ass fucking when we get you alone.”

In the shadow of Maksym’s massive body, shivers rush over me. My eyes drop to his chest before coming to rest on his again.

“I cannot do this.” Heat pools just beneath the surface of my skin and my heart races faster.

“Then let us help you. For now, this will have to do. But when we have you where there are no eyes on us, you will be ours again. And there won’t be an inch of your body that won’t burn because of us.”

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