Page 64 of Vicious Intentions

And I had no doubt he had a weapon tucked into a holster under his jacket.

Photographers and fans came from everywhere. I’d been an idiot to think I could go out on a date without being seen. If Cristiano was recognized or the vehicle which likely belonged to Cain, the morning news should be juicy. Was that what they were trying to do? If so, why?

“Our little pet arrives,” Cain’s deep voice rumbled in the stylized back of the SUV. His gaze was predatory with a hint of annoyance for the length of time it had taken us. The intensity lingered, the scent of testosterone thick.

“Our little star,” Hunter teased.

“I can’t ignore my fans.” I eased against the plush leather seat, suddenly feeling as if I’d stepped into a lion’s den, the three beasts inside famished.

The interior had been altered significantly, now resembling the posh environment of a Limo. I wasn’t surprised that there was a bar, a bottle of champagne already on ice. Jazz music was playing from unseen speakers. And the other two men sat dressed in similar attire—trousers and an open shirt. While Hunter had chosen white, accenting his rich chocolate eyes, Cain had selected cobalt blue, the color dazzling with his long, dark curly hair.

“The photograph with the little girl will be in all the major papers tomorrow,” Cristiano mused.

Why did I have the distinct feeling his statement wasn’t said out of admiration or making polite conversation about their dinner guest? Both Hunter and Cain smiled, glancing from one to the other as if this was nothing but a game.

“Our popular, beautiful pet,” Cain said as he poured a glass of champagne, leaning over and handing it to me. The immediate jolt of current created a rippling effect, my heart racing and butterflies tickling my stomach. He allowed the touch to linger, drinking in my essence before letting go. “However, from now on, you will follow the rules that we’ve established.”

“Rules?” I continued to quiver, the touch far too enigmatic. “What if I don’t follow them?”

Hunter shifted towards me and slid his hand along the outside of my leg, resting his palm on my thigh. “Then, our beautiful little lamb. You will be punished.”

Cristiano smiled as he locked eyes with mine. “Yes, sweet Rose. As of now, you have three masters because you belong to us.”

As I lifted the glass of champagne for a sip or a gulp, a strange set of sensations surrounded me, fog drifting before my periphery of vision. Then as it cleared, a strong vision replaced reality, one so vivid that I couldn’t tell if it was a fantasy or a memory.

“That’s where you’re wrong. You have three masters now. Make no mistake that when we take you, and that will happen, you will learn what pleasure is. When you come the first time, you’ll beg for more, exhausted and overwhelmed with raw ecstasy. And I assure you that it will be the beginning of a beautiful affair. Every hole will be well used, but you’ll crave more, begging the man who owns you to continue making you weak.”

“No,” I managed, but the pleasure he was providing was already luring me into a place of surrender.

“Yes, little pet. After we’ve broken you down, we’ll put you together piece by piece. Then we’ll start all over again. As of right now, this very moment, you belong to us.”

When it faded, I lifted my head, studying the three men who’d laid claim as if I was always meant to belong to them.

And for the first time in my life, I was terrified.

Or was it the first time?

Something was off. I had to find out what.

And more importantly, why.

CHAPTER 17

Cristiano

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Rose asked, as if the question was weighing heavily on our minds.

It wasn’t.

Men like the three of us, creatures who’d been aptly called the Damned had no capacity for love. It was a foreign notion presented in a gift wrapped package by authors and musicians, filmmakers and move stars, who grit their teeth in front of the public eye while loathing the person they were in a relationship with.

“I believe in the lure of attraction,” Hunter answered, always the man of reason, the one voted most likely to be able to fake a normal life.

“Hypnotic sex appeal, dangerous and provocative,” I added.

Her expression held an air of amusement. “Pheromones refusing to be denied, a burning need that can never be satisfied? Almost like the taking of a man’s life, watching as the light is vanquished from his eyes. Yes?”

Her stark wording brought a smile to my face, a twitch to my cock. It would seem our little pet had spent some time finding out who we were. I couldn’t blame her. In fact, I was surprised she didn’t have an army of security watching her every move. She was enticed by the aspect of danger, her desire swirling in a wave of uncertainty. I’d never known someone to be so turned on by the thought of three dangerous men. That made me want her that much more.

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