Page 99 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

My hands are on his shoulders and damn if my hands don’t have a mind of their own when they slide down to settle over his pecs. “You need to leave. Can you do that for me? We can talk some other time. When we are not the entertainment for the evening.”Please, please, please. Before I make a fool of myself.

Instead of answering me with words, the insufferable man’s only reply is the dark glimmer of hunger in his eyes and it does not seem he cares about hiding the fact.

Straightforward, limited words. I narrow my eyes at the three of them. “What? Nothing to say? Not like any of you to not have a snappy retort.”

“We’re biding our time for when we have you alone,malyshka. The longer you talk the longer your punishment will drag out. That’s a promise.” Stefan smiles like he’s enjoying this.

My eyes pop open. “My what?”

Behind him, Tomas and Maksym smirk. They’re only a couple of paces from us and keep a perimeter so nosy bodies can’t get too close.

My stomach flutters with how Stefan stares at me with a tiny smile tilting his lips and I no longer care I almost face-planted in front of New York City’s most dangerous and powerful.

I do, however, care about onlookers.

I turn on my spiked heel and move through the crowd. I aim for a small inlet designed to offer guests privacy and comfort for long talks without stopping the flow of the mingling crowd. There are small sectional screens placed along the yawning mouth and I slip behind one to find the pair of black leather high-back chairs empty of anyone. Thank God.

I can feel they are following me so that when I turn back around, I know where to aim my dagger-like gaze. I hit all three with the samewhat the fucklook. I raise a hand and poke the nearest one in the chest.

“Since I was the one who did all the invitations, I know you are not here because you were invited. I don’t even want to know what brought you here, but say what you’re going to say and then leave.”

Stefan grips my hips and pulls, forcing me to plaster my hands and my body against him. There was only half a foot separating us to begin with, but the second our body heat becomes one, my hands go to his tuxedo jacket. Through it, I can feel the heavy thud of his heart.

Tomas and Maksym both move in unison to close in around us and act as a solid shield.

“You thought you could simply leave us?” He gives a dark chuckle. He swears something in Russian I have no hope of understanding with my linguistics capabilities limited to only English and French.

“Excuse me?”

Stefan smiles down at me but there is not an ounce of humor in it. “We punish all those who disobey us. You are no exception. Soon enough you’ll learn why we are here. For now, kiss me.” The side of his perfect lip curls into a smile.

Arrogant, cocky bastard. And he knows it. Just like I know the second I follow his order I’m doomed. Game over. He’ll own me. They all will.

It’s hard to cross my arms over my chest so I go for option two and arch a wicked brow that saysfuck you. True, I could push out of his hold on me, but I doubt the man will release me just to prove a point. One I’m beginning to suspect is along the lines of me belonging to them.

“I wasn’t aware I was under any order. And even if I were, I don’t submit to the likes of any man.” Anger hotter than the sun burns inside me.

Beside me Tomas grunts. “We’ll see about that.”

Tomas’ eyes glitter almost as if the facets of his banked curiosity catch the light before morphing and shifting behind those thick, lashes.

My hands trek south and I grip Stefan’s bulging forearms and balance my footing. My chest tightens as shock runs through me. Shock and something else entirely that borders on pure, unfiltered lust.

A truth I hope none of them pick up on.

My heart is pumping all these very real feelings through me.

Pure heat spikes my blood and my heart lurches with enough power to fuel a long night of passion with him between my thighs.

The trajectory of my thoughts surprises me, but I don’t dash them away either. Gorgeously muscled and pissed.

I should excuse myself. Ishouldput as much distance between me and all this muscle and those dark, arresting eyes.

But more than the wall of muscle anchors me in place.

Tomas reaches for my hip and settles a hand just above Stefan’s. To ignore the instant crackle of energy is impossible. And it’s like a dam breaks open inside me. Tears well and the fight gurgling and bubbling inside me dies out. It is as though their touch grounds me in some way. And this is why I can’t find it in myself to walk away, I discover.

Tomas’ jacket cuff pulls up a fraction exposing familiar deep-colored ink swirls like a dirty little secret hidden away beneath all that expensive clothing. Our last time together hits me head-on and all the lonely nights in between pepper my aching heart.

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