Page 94 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

“Yours,” I gasped, shocked at how quickly he revved me up again, whining and clawing at his back as he sent me flying into yet another release.

Dante yanked me off of him and shoved me back toward the desk. “Bend over and spread your legs,” he commanded.

I did, feeling filthy, degraded, and sexy as hell with these three men’s eyes on my ass, cum dripping out of me.

“Filthy slut,” he said, spanking me hard. I whimpered but didn’t say anything. Gentle hands stroked my back, my hair, soothing me at the same time Dante punished me.

“Gorgeous slut,” Nick murmured, teasing a nipple as I struggled to hold myself up, exhausted from the sex, an emotional wreck, still desperate and needy for Dante to fuck me.

“Please,” I whined as Dante struck the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs.

“Please what, slut?” He asked, dark amusement coloring his tone. “What do you want?”

“You,” I gasped. “I want you, Dante, sir. Fuckingplease!”

His belt clanked, and then he plunged into me with nowarning whatsoever. The position allowed him to shove deep, pounding into me with devastating efficacy. I whined and moaned as he fucked me with slow and steady strokes, shoving my hips back toward him to get him to move faster, push harder, fuck me like I want to be fucked.

Dante slapped me hard on the ass. “Stay still, slut.”

Lorenzo chuckled softly, tangling his fingers in my hair, ruining any chance of me walking out of this room not looking well-fucked. Not that I could have done that anyway. What kind of woman had these men turned me into?

“The kind of woman who knows what she wants, and takes it,” Dante grunted. So lost in the desire these men evoked in me, I asked the question out loud without realizing it. Dante wrapped his hands around my hips and lifted me until my feet barely touched the ground, my weight supported by his grip and my chest on the desk. When he drove deep, the entire world shook and quaked, and stars danced in front of me, my vision clouding. I screamed when I came, the emotional outpouring of the last few weeks escaping me as I sobbed into the desk.

Trembling, I lay on the desk, the aftershocks of our wild sex rolling through me as I tried to calm my hammering heart and stop shaking.

“What the fuck is going on?” Dante snapped, pulling me toward him as if his embrace could protect me.

The world didn’t stop shaking as I moved, stumbling in my heels.

Before I realized what was going on, Nick was shoving my dress over my head and wiping my face with a handkerchief while Lorenzo ripped the pins out of my hair and yanked it into a ponytail, as if any of that would hide what we had been doing in the office.

Lorenzo unholsteredthe gun he’d hidden under his tux and approached the door while Nick and Dante shoved me between them, unlocked the door, and eased it open, silent on its hinges. The building had stopped shaking, and I could hear screams and shouts through the maze of offices. When I pulled away to grab my clutch, Dante yanked me back.

“My gun is in my purse,” I growled.

He snatched it off the floor where it’d fallen, emptied my phone and credit card wallet into his pocket, then handed me my weapon.

All the while, Lorenzo had been checking out the hallway. “Clear,” he said, and we followed him out into a smoke filled hallway. “Get them out of here,” he ordered Dante, who promptly locked his hand around my wrist to drag me away from the sounds of screams and gunfire emanating from the main hall.

“My family is in there!” I raged, stumbling out of his grasp and attempting to follow Lorenzo.

“And they are surrounded by their own security, as is every other criminal, businessperson, and politician in Yorkfield,” Dante snapped back as he and Nick manhandled me toward an emergency exit.

“Ginevra is there,” I said.

“And there is no one more able to protect her than her husbands,” Dante said, hustling me up the stairs, leaving me grateful I’d left my stilettos behind. “What the fuck do you think you’re going to be able to do to help?”

The cruelty of his words shot through me, settling deep inside of me.

“You’re just another target, kitten,” he said, his voice softening as we thundered up the stairs.

Just another goddamned target. Useless in an emergency. Always in the way. I took one shuddering breath, and then another, shoving down the helplessness and despair and locking it away to deal with later.

“Let’s go,” I agreed after a long pause.

By the time we emerged through an emergency exit into an alley, we were coughing from the smoke and debris. The two men immediately formed a shield around me, pressing me back against the brick wall while they assessed the situation.

Police cars surrounded the building, and ambulances wailed. “We’re going to walk out of here and keep on walking,” Dante said, his voice low and fierce. I gasped as Nick swept me up into a bridal carry, looking at him with questioning eyes.

---