Page 62 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“Thank you,” I whisper just for his ears only. “Thank you for protecting me when you didn’t have to.”

We’re across the room, standing with Sylan and Drake flanking me on either side, Grey in front of me. So wrapped up in my moment, I didn’t realize we’d moved at all. He’s picked me up and carried me to his friends.

He cups my face, slipping a kiss over my lips. “I only did what any three of us would have done. Protect what’s ours. Protect you. The most precious gift we could have stumbled upon.”

“The three of you keep saying that a lot.”

Grey pulls something out of his back pocket and hands it to me.

“What is this?” I start reading and it only takes a few seconds for me to understand.

Boom. There drops my heart on the floor again.

He might as well have detonated an atomic bomb over my head. The aftershocks send my heart into a stammering stutter of chaotic twitching.

I make a small choking sound as I try to swallow my hysterical laughter, but I botch the job and nearly fall off my stilettos laughing. It’s that or fall over from sudden heart failure. “The contract you have with my father. Why would you show me this? Are you kidding me,” I choke out.

He taps the edges. “Marriage proposal actually.” His expression is matter of fact.

Hope crashes around my feet shattering into a million pieces. Well, I scan the document to the end. Make that ten million pieces. They didn’t want me for me. Just me for being a Kane. A trophy, I guess.

“This is utter bullshit,” I start. “Like I don’t have enough problems.” I pause and nail Sylan with a glare. “This is not my problem. He dumped me before I had a chance to really call him daddy. Honoring this…no thank you. I’d like to go home now.” It’s worth a shot so I eye him uneasily for a long moment, and I can tell the second his shields snap into place. True, I couldn’tseethem. Not like some faceted crystal wall I could reach out and run a finger over. No, the slight change is subtle like the shift in temperature that has me shivering.

Was he mad at me?

“Do you have a need to call someone daddy,mo chroí?” He trails his hand over my arm, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his warm touch.

Holy hell. It’s as though he’s stroked my most intimate of places, but I shove that sudden urge to fall into this man’s arms and I purse my lips instead. “I don’t know. Are you three offering for the position?”

Okay, so that wasn’t what I had planned on saying. Ihadwanted to say no and leave it at that. But my brain seems to have stepped out for a smoke and some coffee at the moment. Neither of which I happen to enjoy. Either way, this conversation just turned from “you fucking kidnapped me” to “I’m going to let you go down on me anytime anywhere.”

Three gorgeous faces turn dangerously dark and the growls I hear might as well be our mating call, because a hot flash runs through me, and I step into them before I know what I’m doing.

I let the delightful sounds settle over me like a warm blanket. I wonder what my mobsters would sound like in bed whispering dirty promises in my ear all the while telling me to swallow every last drop of their cum as they pump their hard length past my lips one at a time.

I’m no virgin, but I can’t fall back on a wealth of experience either. In their bed, I know each of them could teach me all the ways to pleasure three men and things about my own body I probably don’t know.

I swallow thickly at the thought. Shit. How was Inotsupposed to react to that?

The mobsters look stunned for all of a second before all three lean in and instinct has my hands flat over taut chests. I can feel the beady hardness of nipples beneath my palms. God help me. I want to rip shirts off and flick my tongue over them. Repeatedly.

“What makes you think I’ll honor this?” I shake the small stack of papers at each of them to help ground my raging lust. “Is this why you keep calling me yours because some paper between two mobsters says I belong to you?” My anger pumps higher and higher.

“And wipe those smirks off your faces.”

The men grin at each other and the raw energy that flows between them is palpable.

Drake reaches out and pushes Grey’s shoulder. “Damn it, man, stop riling her up already.”

Grey plucks the papers from my hands and rips them down the middle. I watch him cross the spacious living space filled with luxurious furniture I usually only see in magazines and toss them into a trash can. “It took us a long time to realize we would never be able to hold you here against your will, Katriona. Believe me. A lot of whiskey was consumed over ideas of tying you to our bed, but reality won out.”

Drake leans in and trails warm lips down the length of my neck. Lips pressed against my ear he whispers, “We want the real you.”

I reach behind me and slide my fingers through thick brown hair and hold him close for a few beats of my heart longer just taking in his warmth. “I was alone for so long,” I begin but let my thoughts drop. I felt lost and thought I hadn’t truly found myself. Being here like this makes me feel they could be right. But I’m too scared to admit aloud how they make me feel.

Sylan gathers me in his arms and pulls me in until my front melts into his. Only then does he visually relax. “We might own you on a piece of paper for what it’s worth, but you’ve owned our hearts since the first day you put on a Club Lex uniform.”

Grey rejoins us. “You choose. Stay with us. Find out what having three men at your side is like.”

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