Page 72 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“In time,” he says chuckling softly. “Let me care for you in another way,mo chroí. I want to provide everything you will ever need in this life, because I hold no hopes that when I die, I’ll go to heaven alongside such an angel. So I will use the time I have to prove you can trust your heart and the way it speaks to you about us. Maybe God will have mercy on me for caring for one of his angels.”

I turn in his arms and will the tears from my eyes. The power of his voice and words rumble through me and make me whimper with a mix of emotions. First surprise and then relief that I’m not crazy for falling so fast after all.

It’s true. I’ve fallen for the mobsters who kidnapped and then loved me. The utterly dominant, fearsome and powerful men who take away all my pain. “It’s like our minds are connected, because I have no other explanation for how you’ve read my mind.”

“It’s in the way you look at us. The way you sought out our touch even as you slept.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into him. “There’s so much awe in your beautiful amber eyes I’m nearly knocked to my knees standing before you. I can feel the love and my heart recognizes its soulmate. Grey. Drake. I know they feel the same. Now that we have you, our queen, you will never go a day without knowing the touch of your kings.”

He takes my smaller hand in his stronger one and kisses each of my knuckles. I look on in amazement at how such a rough man can be so tender. I inhale at the feel of his warm tongue dragging over the soft skin. I marvel at how fire shoots through my body from such a small, teasing caress. I want to reach out, pull him to me and devour first his mouth and then work my way down from there.

He has other ideas, and I follow his lead as he places first my left and then right hand on the heated marble.

“You are not to move until I am finished.”

He nips at my shoulder, causing a full-on body shiver at the feel of his hard cock nudging my ass. “Not fair,” I try to say but my eyes are closing at the feel of his strong fingers working my scalp.

It doesn’t take long for me to fall under his hypnotic spell. Seconds, actually. The strength of his hands is my undoing, and I follow his husked command not to move just so he doesn’t stop his sweet torture on my scalp.

“Lean your head back now.”

I do and autopilot kicks on for a while as he rinses away the suds before lathering in conditioner.

I’m moaning when he changes out the bottles for soap and lathers his hands bypassing any need for a loofah. Not that I see one. Standing behind me, he works his warm hands over my arms in long, fluid strokes.

My nipples take that as a sign of anticipation and harden. When he zeroes in on them with his soapy hands, my head falls back to his shoulder. “More,” I beg weakly.

His chest vibrates with his chuckles as he massages my breasts. I twist my head around, and he kisses me fiercely. I find his gorgeous, hard cock with my hands and stroke his full length from base to tip. Cum slips out to wet my hand and Sylan groans, breaking away from our kiss.

Spreading my feet with his knee between my legs, he guides my hands back to the wall. “You’re breaking my concentration. It’s notthatkind of shower. Back on the wall with your hands,mo chroí.”

There’s a second of resistance where an inner war has me wanting to ignore him and take what I want, but I do as he commands. I’ll have my turn and then he won’t escape me.

I sigh. “I can’t seem to help myself.”

“I know the feeling.”

Sylan’s fingers dig into the tender flesh of my hips, and I turn my head to see him on his knees. He massages me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Every exquisitely sweet part of you belongs to me. I won’t have it any other way. Do you understand me? I want all of you.”

I nod as my eyes slip closed, savoring his exploring fingers as he spreads my ass. I clench when his fingers touch my most intimate of places.

My arms become shaky and I lean forward, pressing my cheek into the marble. The small movement opens my body up to him more, and I hear the small groan of appreciation from behind me.

“Sy,” I beg shakily when he drags his thumb over my tight asshole. His other thumb has slipped between my swollen lips, and I suck in a harsh breath when he presses against my aching clit.

My knees quiver and they are about to give when he stands, taking my weight, never letting up on his sweet all-consuming torture.

“It’s okay, lover. I’ll never do anything you don’t like, but I promise you’ll love it when I take this beautiful fucking ass with my cock as Drake sinks into your hot pussy and Grey claims that mouth. But for now I want you to come for me.”

I want the promise in his words. I burn to know them in every part of my body.

“Yes,” I say, and I’ve never meant every letter of the word more than I do right this second.

Pressure builds and the heat of a fast orgasm clenches the walls of my pussy, and I cry out my release. As pleasure slams into me he breaches my ass with the tip of his thumb, and I ride his hands, dreaming of his cock taking me there.

Spent, I fall into his arms as he rinses us off, my breaths fast and ragged.

“I thought it’s notthatkind of shower.” I whimper, hoping he’s changed his mind.

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