Page 47 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“I won’t hurt you. We won’t hurt you. Now tell us who did this to you?”

What the hell is happening here? My body responds to his gentle words like he has whispered them into my ear after a long lovemaking session.

My core tightens and I’m not imagining the heat slipping from my folds to wet the strip of cloth between my legs.

Am I going crazy? I didn’t go wild for guys, especially ones with dark reputations like his—theirs. I pull my arm free of his hand and cross them over my breasts.

“It doesn’t matter who did it. It happened. Maybe we should talk about why I’m here,” I urge more calmly because I have a feeling if I can get them to answer, I am going to need it just as slowly.

He waves my words away. “The incident downstairs is of no matter. We won’t speak of it again.”

“Like I said,” Drake speaks up. His sharp eyes catch mine. “You don’t need to worry about him. He won’t be touching you again.” His words are dry, emotionless. Like he’s done this a million times and has no problem ridding the world of people who irritate him.

“Or any woman for that matter,” Grey adds and a million questions run through my head but boil down to one important one.

I tilt my head to the side. “Did you kill him? For touching me?” To keep my hands busy I smooth them over the front of my bodice and down my skirt again and again. I have no right to question the dangerous-looking mobsters who are surrounding me like a pack of lions, but I can’t help myself. My momma liked to say I was a glutton for punishment every day of the week. I guess I’m proving her right.

That brought me back to the question at hand. “Answer me, did you kill him?” Were they going to kill me, too?

Each of them watches me intently.

“We’re not in the habit of letting others commit disrespect in our establishments.”

I cast my attention between the three of them. I swallow a rising wave of bile. Is that what they consider afor sureyes without saying it, or an excuse?

I swallow quickly and feel my breath catch in the back of my dry throat. “Maybe I should go.” I pivot on my heel, yanking a little on my foot when my four-inch spike digs into the carpet. “Yeah, I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have.”

A finger hooks over the lip of my bodice and I’m stopped in my tracks. Held prisoner by a single finger.

Fuck.Fear battles with an equal dose of excitement.

Sylan runs the pad of his finger over the swell of my breasts, causing goosebumps to rise in the wake of his seeking caress. Despite the blast of cool air filling the dark, spacious room I’m overheating at a surprising rate. I tense under his hold and fully expect him to rip through the ties any second and bare me to the entire room. Take what he wants. Use me. Just like every man ever did with my mother.

But he doesn’t; he enjoys the lingering moments our skin connects it seems. But I can’t read his stoic expression any more than I can a slab of stone. The only indication I might not end up in a gutter by sunrise is that I’m still breathing.

So I stick with the silver lining.

And the utterly strange fact Ilikehis touch. And the feeling of Drake and Grey so near.

He fingers the hanging silk bow holding the two sides of my bodice together, his sharp green eyes taking in every detail. The way my breasts quiver under his heated gaze. How my breath comes shallow and most importantly, how the outline of my hard nipples stand out against the confines of the soft leather.

His attention shifts to my upper arm.

Drake curses under his breath from my right and I hear something similar come from Grey. Sylan is who speaks. “The man who assaulted you.”

“What about him?”

“Did he do it at Kane’s command?”

I blink twice before I shake my head. I rub at the tender spot they’re all eying. “Not so much. But his goon didn’t seem to care when I didn’t follow orders.”

Did I just hear them sayKane? I grow still. Did I say something wrong? Do they know my father? Know I’m his daughter? They had to, right? God, I knew I should have taken the job at the diner instead of letting Nikki talk me into this gig. She swore the owners never paid attention to anyone as long as they did their job.

I ask the dangerous question I know I shouldn’t. “How do you know my father?”

My words bring a small smile to Sylan’s lips and a murderous tinge to his eyes.

“Everyone knows your father,mo chroí. We’ve been looking for him. Where do you think we can find the devil?”

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