Page 107 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“You’re good at dodging straightforward questions, I’ll give you all that. So, how about this for being straightforward. Forget what my father said. I have had enoughfunfor one evening and I have work to do.” She tries to pull her hands from ours.

Fear and uncertainty have her retreating from us. I’ve seen this kind of reaction to sudden changes a million times. No one likes their choices being taken from them even if it is for their own good.

I feel myself smile. “Oh no you don’t,” we say in unison, our grip tightening on her hands.

In the few times we spent sharing small talk, India revealed the shell she climbed into after her brother’s death. If we let her run and hide in her protective zone, she may never let us get close to her again.

That shit breaks my fucking heart and maybe it’s why Tomas, Stefan, and I feel so damn protective of her. It is as though her pain from loneliness speaks to ours. I don’t fucking know. All Idoknow is I can’t bear another second without her in my life.

I swing her into my arms and smile down at her upturned face. Luckily for all three of us, I recall what she loves most in this world after coding and her brother.

“I have a better idea. Before you try to run off, dance with us,krasotka.”

Tomas

“Ican’t quite dance with all of you at the same time.”

Maksym begins to sway them both to find the rhythm. The sides of her dress flash a hint of skin teasing my cock with all that deliciousness. I purposefully try to make myself appear smaller. I turn to the side and lean down a little so she doesn’t feel so crowded.

I’ve never felt so lost over someone as I do the beauty in front of me. I know Maksym and Stefan feel the draw, the connection. The pain in her eyes calls to us or some shit like that. Hell, I’m not some romancing Casanova. I just know what I want and I go for it.

Where the hell does poetry come into play in that?

Knowing what I want, which was remaining among the living and doing what it took to stay that way, kept me breathing long after an enemy’s bullet should have ended my reign a long time ago.

Before her, I thought I knew what I wanted out of life.

The second her pink-tipped fingers touched mine, my soul nearly fused with hers right then and there on some primal level. Maybe it did because for the life of me I can’t seem to break away from her.

I lower my voice and lean forward. “Who says you can’t dance with three men? I think we’ve shared enough for you to know we work well as a team.”

Pink creeps into her creamy cheeks and I bite back a smile worthy of the devil himself.

Glittery, mischievous eyes lock with mine. She wants to play, but something is holding her back from me. From us.

For the love of all things unexplainable in this world, I have no words for the way a simple touch from her makes me want to rip the world apart and kill every last fucking monster in it to ensure her safety.

I can’t wait to have my aching cock fill her tight pussy. See her face light up with the delight we give her and her tiny, curvy body writhe between us in our bed.

It will be the fucking end of me. I know it.

What the hell has gotten into me? Fawning over a woman has never been my style. Or ours for that matter. Sharing women isn’t something new to us, but India is different. Sharing her comes with a new meaning and change to our lives we are all ready for.

Maksym gives me a quick, hard look over the top of her head and that’s my cue.

I link my fingers with hers and lead us to the middle of the dance floor just in time to catch a waltz that gives me the liberty to pull her flush against my hard body with no questions asked by the gawkers.

With every bit of self-control, I have in my body I keep from throwing her over my shoulder, and signal to my brothers to find the nearest exit.

Her body trembles in my hold and I’m pissed she doesn’t feel comfortable in her own home. How much does she know of the threats on her life that have kept her old man awake at night as she works away on that code of hers? Not nearly as much as we do, I wager.

And what is it about the damn thing that is worth all the trouble?

“Are you ready?” I ask, fusing my tone with the love I feel for her.

Lips between her teeth, she raises her face up to mine. I splay my hand on her bare back until my palm is flat against her skin.

Her eyes go wide and her body stiffens against me. “Tomas, I’m scared.”

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