Page 98 of Vicious Intentions

He stiffened. “My mother is dead.”

The statement sounded hollow, but I sensed another tragedy. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. She’s out of her misery.”

“Families don’t need to be weird or contentious. Maybe if we have kids, we can provide an entirely different home.”

His breath caught, and I was certain he would tell me in no uncertain terms there would be no children. That made what he said just another beautiful surprise. “I’d like that. No more talking. I need to fuck you. Come inside.” When he leaned over, pressing his lips against mine, I couldn’t stop tingling. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he captured my mouth.

His hold was more possessive than before, his needs entirely different. All of us discovering the truth had taken us to a different level, our needs heightened. The hum of electricity surrounded us like a protective cocoon, but I knew it would be short lived. Still, as he dominated my tongue, I rolled one hand over his shoulders. His cock was throbbing, pushing into my stomach and as happened around him every time we touched, my core ignited.

My heart was skipping several beats, desire clawing its way to the surface. However, I pressed my hand against his chest, breaking the kiss.

“There’s something I need you to know.”

He allowed his gaze to fall to my lips then shook his head. “I’m finished with talking.”

“This is important.”

“So is what I need.”

“No. You need to read something. Please.”

He took a step back when I pulled the envelope from my pocket. “What is it?”

“My father gave me an envelope of things about my past as well as well as this letter addressed to you.”

The afternoon sun illuminated his face in such a way that it was as if his eyes were glowing. I expected anger, but there was only a quiet reverence, as if a small part of him was eager to find out what was inside. He took it from my hand, fingering it for a few seconds. Then he slipped it into his pocket.

“You need to read it.”

“I will. Not now. I have more important things on my mind, including fulfilling my needs.”

Without hesitation, he hoisted me over his shoulder, taking long strides towards the house, I almost dropped my wine. There was no arguing with him. Once inside, he handed off my glass to Hunter, no words spoken as the hum of electricity increased.

While danger lurked in the shadows, there was no denying what the three men hungered for. I’d seen it in their eyes before. Now, I felt it in the electricity in the room. Cain didn’t stop, immediately heading for the stairs, the other two following.

He took them two at a time, moving into one of the bedrooms. As soon as he eased me down, he ripped off my shirt, tossing it aside. His hunger knew no bounds. He cupped my breasts, issuing a deep growl. Then he lowered his head, flicking his tongue across my already taut nipple.

I felt a presence behind me, Hunter sliding his arms around my waist, deftly unfastening my shorts. It was obvious they were in a hurry. He yanked them down, forcing me to step out of them. Then he crawled his fingers around my leg, sliding his hand between them.

“You’re so wet, little lamb.” His hot breath skipped across my skin seconds before he nipped my shoulder.

I was already euphoric, the longing to be in their arms intense. I slipped my fingers around Cain’s thick bulge, stroking him up and down.

He growled in response, shifting his mouth to my other breast, pulling the tender bud between his lips and sucking.

Hunter wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking me back until he was able to kiss my mouth, darting his tongue past my lips.

I shuddered from the touch of the two men, lights flashing in front of my eyes. As he let go of my hair, I noticed Cristiano had already undressed. The sight of his long, thick cock created another flurry of butterflies swarming my stomach.

When Hunter slipped his fingers past my swollen folds, a moan instantly escaped my mouth. I was wet and hot, more so than ever before. Before I knew it, I was pulled from the two men, Cristiano forcing my legs around his hips. He never blinked as he carried me to the bed, but he carried a wicked smile as if he would do nefarious things to me.

He lowered his head, nuzzling into my ear. “The things I’m going to do to you.”

The way his hot breath felt was incredible, so much so that a single whimper escaped my lips.

Then he tossed me onto the bed, immediately wrapping one hand around my ankle and yanking me to the edge. I half laughed from shock, prepared to fight him just to see what he’d do. When I almost managed to jump off the bed, he laughed in a low, deep rumble.

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