Page 105 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“We will work the room a couple of times. Let anyone here tonight know she is under our protection and then we will take our leave. Here is our direct number. We will pick up any time of day.”

I look on as Tomas passes my father a black card with a single line of white numbers across the middle.

I jerk it out of his hand and rip it to pieces. “That won’t be needed. I’m not going anywhere with you.” My voice rises in pitch.

All three surround me and my lady parts are all over the idea of their body heat mingling with mine. Well, my vagina can just shut up and be happy with what I give her in the privacy of my bedroom.

And now I’m talking about my vagina in third person.

God, someone slap me already.

It’s Stefan who slinks an arm around my waist and locks me to his side. I press a finger to the point between my brows and rub.

“Father, this is entirely not necessary and what will people think with three men trailing after me. I have work to do.” I keep my voice low, trying to not make a scene.

My father guffaws. “My dear, you work for me. Everyone already talks about us. It comes with the territory. It’s only your mother who worries about the gossip. And apparently you.”

I inhale sharply. “With good reason. I refuse to see—”

“—I won’t hear it,” he cuts me off. “Thisishappening and you will do as you are instructed. This is not up for debate. My baby girl’s life means more to me than what a bunch of gossiping politicians and asshole stockholders have to say when you have your back turned.”

I open my mouth to object again but shut it just as quickly when my father holds a hand up.

“Since you won’t listen to reason and ditch this notion of finishing your brother’s code and challenging everyone at every step just to finish it, you’ve left me with no choice but to accept the help of these gentlemen.”

To my complete shock, my father looks saddened a moment before he abruptly turns to leave. He had more to say, but the firm line to his lips stops me from asking. I reach for him, but Maksym’s hand clasps mine.

“I haven’t seen that look in his eye since they buried my brother.” I look between the three of them. “What have you done?”

“What we had to do to keep them from burning their daughter.” Their expressions morph to reveal the savage beasts beneath the civil masks they slip behind for the public’s sake. And mine, I wager.

I don’t think my father realizes his grave mistake. These men aren’t bodyguards. They are wolves.

As soon as my father’s back is turned the hulkish wall of muscle snaps back into place and all three look down at me with a fierce look of hunger in their eyes.

Wolfish grins flash on their faces.

“And we did what we had to do to place our queen by our sides.”

Maksym

Ilean closer and drag in a lungful of sweetly-scented air. She smells like innocence and my mouth waters. Sweet and tempting like a sugary treat to a starving man. And I’m ravenous.

Every tempting curve on her body is highlighted by the red number she has on tonight. I’m half tempted to put my tuxedo jacket over her shoulders and whisk her away from prying eyes, but this much tender beauty should be appreciated.

When she descended the stairs I saw the jackals eyeing her. Fucking animals can admire from afar. Get close and I’ll have no problem doing my job.

She’s sneaking glances our way as we leave behind the private divider and insert ourselves into the crowd. I can’t bring myself to step out of her personal space or withdraw my hand from her back despite the leering looks and upturned noses from New York’s wealthiest.

In public, they condone the work me and my brothers do, but in the shadows, when they need shady shit done to ensure their riches, not a single one of them has a problem coming to us. The hypocrisy these people show is as rich as our bank accounts.

I turn my focus to India. She glides beside me in her heels looking regal. My fingers linger over the dip of her back and she doesn’t look disturbed by my touch which is a relief.

Missing her nearness drove me to lose a lot of sleep when we were apart. I memorized her parting text and every time I close my eyes those cutting words flash behind my eyelids:This won’t work. Thanks for the memories. -Love India.

Now I know how all my old flames felt when I never returned their calls. Karma paid me back in spades for damn sure.

I swirl the tip of my thumb beneath a strip crossing her back and she shudders, giving a soft almost inaudible gasp. The connection we have right now formed the second my fingers came in contact with her heated skin and she doesn’t seem in a hurry to break away from my touch or me.

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