Page 111 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“I can’t explain it, Stefan,” I say quietly as though anything said above a whisper will break whatever spell that has fallen over the four of us.

“You don’t need to. Something draws us to you, India. Give us one night. Then I’ll rip you from the men’s clutches and return you to your home personally if you want to leave. They will fight to keep you and make no mistake, so will I. But I will see to it your desires are met first.”

His hand finds the place where Tomas had placed his, and the second the roughness of his fingertips finds my heated skin I whimper.

Does that make me weak? Probably.

“One night?”

My mind goes blank as his dark eyes watch every inch of my expression.

We’ve all but forgotten about our dance as we sway in place on the outskirts of the dance floor. I can sense Tomas and Maksym hanging back, giving us a moment alone.

Stefan brushes long brunette locks of hair over my shoulder and leans in until my nipples brush against his chest. The slightest touch causes them to pebble and I suck in a shocked gasp.

“Before you answer, you should know tonight you will learn the difference between men simply pleasuring a woman and men pleasuring the woman they love. I don’t plan on playing nice. I’ll use every dirty trick to make you never want to leave us.”

Stefan’s dark eyes gleam with sexual knowledge I desperately want to experience, but my mind and heart cling to his last words.

“Love?”Love?Could it be true?

“There’s no power in lying about how we feel.”

What is happening to me? Maybe I shouldn’t fight what I feel. We’re all adults and like Stefan put it, why should I refuse to acknowledge the truth and lie to myself? But love? Could the gnawing feeling of dread and anxiety eating at my insides have been because I fell in love with them?

A flash of a shiver rushes me.

“Tell me how to take your silence. Should we step back, walk away, or are you curious as to why your heart races when we are near? Or why your body responds to our touches? Are you curious why the pain of our separation is fading now that we are together? I know why. The question is, are you still wanting us to be a filthy secret or are you ready for what comes next?”

There is not a part of me that believe any of them would walk away so easily.

Maksym and Tomas are making their way to us.

Smug and arrogant. All his questions lead back to one thing. Me admitting to myself I have more than just lust for these men. But what does that mean for my future with my father’s company? How do I move forward without ruining my future? Is love worth it?

If I said no and walked away, would I be able to pick up the pieces of my shattered life without them? I thought I could walk away once, but I know why I haven’t finished my code. It’s because every second of every day I was thinking of them. Should I text them and beg them to take me back? Or did their nonreply to my ghosting mean they were done too? It all stung and weighed so heavily on my heart that I couldn’t focus.

And then tonight they appeared. And my soul felt complete. How silly. I am in love with freaking mobsters.

“Speak to me, India.”

“May I cut in and steal a dance with the lady?”

I stiffen at the intrusion of a familiar voice.

The sudden interruption has me turning. “Mr. Thacker?”

I’m content where I am at and don’t make a move to comply with the request. I could be dancing with the devil and still not want to move.

“Is this man bothering you, my love?”

My stomach churns at Thacker’s pet name. It makes cold chills skitter along my spine. I was wondering when the slimy billionaire would get enough steel in his balls to approach. I noticed him walking on the fringes of the dance floor a few moments before, only I made the mistake of not preparing myself for the inevitable.

Theydid that to me.

I couldn’t afford the distractions and that is exactly what is happening here. I’m letting my heart win when I need to focus. I have a promise to keep.

Thacker places a heavy hand on my shoulder and I flinch. I’m sure he didn’t mean to be so brutish but the chunky emerald ring on his finger digs into my bare flesh.

---