Page 110 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

She places her hand over mine as I move to cup her cheek. “Why do I feel this draw to you? To all three of you? It’s not natural. It can’t be real. None of it makes any sense?”

Our lives were not built for connections and love. Quite the contrary. But deep down on a soul level I now know she feels the same thing we do. Hopefully, she’s as curious as we are and we can convince her to explore it with us.

“All I can ask from you is to trust us and trust yourself.”

She nods in agreement. “I can do that. For some fucking crazy reason, I know I can. Trust you. All three of you. I’ll just lean on that for now.”

Her fingers tighten around my hand and the other on my shoulder as I guide us across the floor. Her dress flows with the movements and there goes that slit of her dress again.

“I wanted to be a dancer before—”

She drops her words off and I focus on our moves, letting her regain her composure, pulling her closer. The sad look on her face makes my fucking heart crack down the middle.

“Before my brother died,” she finishes so quietly that I have to strain my hearing over the music. “I had dreams and aspirations for more than just coding.”

“God, you’re killing me,dorogaya moya.Please don’t be sad.” I rub the tip of my nose against hers before I can think better of it and pull her into a deep dip that has her eyes pinned on me.

“You’re killing me and I’m ready to slay the fucking dragons that have put that look in your eyes.”

“Nice thought. But I don’t think there’s much you can do unless you can turn back time.”

I shouldn’t say the next word on the tip of my tongue but the pain in her eyes forces my lips to move. “I’ll find a way to heal your heart, damn it. I promise. You’re too precious to have that pained look in your eyes.”

I scoop her up and spin her into Stefan’s waiting arms, meaning every last syllable of my promise.

India

My nipples peak and I slam my eyes shut as Stefan carries us across the floor. Tomas’ husked words play my body like a finely tuned instrument. I can do nothing more than follow Stefan for several turns around the ballroom.

I hit a mental rewind on our conversation as one waltz melds into another.

Hepromises? What the hell does that mean?

I relax into Stefan’s warm arms as he holds me protectively. By the side, I see Maksym and Tomas tracking us.

Stefan is just as smooth on the dance floor as Tomas and as we glide across the polished marble, he makes me feel light as a feather.

All the swirls of combined perfumes and musky colognes from the other men finally dissipate and when I inhale, Stefan’s masculine scent fills my senses.

I shake my head but it does no good.

It’s all it takes to pull my mind off of Tomas’ words and onto the man who I no longer see as a hulking beast.

“Do you always dance like this with the women you take?”

His lip quirks up. “Like what?”

He might not have much to say, but his fingers do a lot of the talking for him. He traces the dip of my back and my breath lingers in my throat for a long moment.

I lean into his arms until my chest presses against his. “Like you’re making love to them,” I purr.

Just like Tomas, Stefan glides us to a swaying halt and I swallow a moan when his fingers press into my skin with heat and purpose.

What was it about these men drawing attention to us? I flash a sheepish smile to a passing couple I recognize as the governor and his wife. My mother will be receiving a call by tomorrow at the latest. Those two had lunch twice a month and by the extra-long looks aimed my way, there will be no end to the questions they will lay on my mother.

“I can’t remember the last time I danced with a lady.” He pauses. “I saw the look in your eyes when you were dancing with Tomas. I didn’t have to hear the words to understand the emotions behind your eyes. You feel what we feel. Do you deny it?”

Wow. Hard right turn there.

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