by Lila Dubois
For a split second, Oscar grinned, his fucked-up head and heart mistaking the meaning of those words. Selene meant Luca belonged to the Trinity Masters, while Oscar wanted Luca—and Selene—to belong to him.
Apparently their pep talk worked, as Luca’s expression cleared. “It will take me some time to become accustomed to that, to truly believe it, but…” He broke into the biggest, brightest smile Oscar had ever seen. “I am certainly going to try.”
Jesus, Luca was seriously hot…and Oscar couldn’t believe he’d actually thought the man somewhat nondescript the first time they’d met.
Selene rose, tugging Luca up as well. “Let’s go find the biggest bedroom.”
It occurred to Oscar he wasn’t the only one struggling with the hourglass on this relationship. The sand was flowing and there was no stopping it, no avoiding what would happen once they released the plans on the dark web and the Grand Master told them they were free to return home.
He didn’t want to leave Selene and Luca. It was as simple and as difficult as that.
Oscar had spent half his life with his head stuck up his ass, thinking—convinced—that Faith was the only woman for him.
He’d lived with that broken heart for two years. And now, in just a few short days, Luca and Selene had not only mended his heart, they’d almost completely erased the memories—and the pain—of his first love as well.
Talk about conflicted. He was a man with a new lease on life…and there was a guillotine blade poised right over his neck.
The three of them grabbed their bags, placing them in the master bedroom. The bed was fucking huge, which made sense considering this suite belonged to the Trinity Masters.
Oscar pushed away the realization that this was where his brother, Langston, had celebrated his honeymoon. This was no honeymoon, but he sure as fuck wished it was.
“So…” Selene said, sitting on the edge of the bed, running her hand over the duvet suggestively. “Where are we on our list?”
Luca glanced over at Oscar, who grinned. A smart man—a man who’d spent years wallowing in the pain of a broken fucking heart—would put some distance between himself and his next shattered heart.
Oscar wasn’t that fucking smart. “I’m not sure we fully explored all the aspects of bondage. Why don’t I tie you both down?”
“I agree. We should explore further. However, I would like…” Luca’s gaze traveled to Selene, who rolled her eyes, not in anger but amusement.
“Of course,” she said. “You want your turn to play lord and master.”
“If you are not comfortable—” Luca began.
Selene’s soft laugh stopped him. “Sweet Luca. I love submitting as much as I love giving orders. Get undressed.”
“That doesn’t sound like submission to me,” Oscar said, even as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Luca, get in my duffel. I have a belt in there. We’ll use that to tie her up.”
“Or you could spank me with it,” Selene offered helpfully.
“No topping from the bottom, Tanaka. We’re running the show here. Get onboard or we’ll have to gag you,” Oscar murmured.
The threat did little to tame their sexy scientist, who simply gave him a superior look that made Oscar think the gag was probably her goal all along. The woman’s kinks were off the charts and hot as fuck.
Luca’s eyes went dark with desire, and he moved to open Oscar’s bag, rummaging around until he found the belt.
Oscar looked at Luca, recalling how much he enjoyed role play. “Are we playing this straight, or do you want to set a scene for us?”
Luca glanced at where Selene sat on the bed. “Capture. Claiming,” he whispered.
“Fuck, yeah,” Oscar groaned. “We’ll need a safe word.”
“Fermi,” Selene suggested.
Luca smiled. “A man born in Italy, but who became an American.”
“I know one of you wants me to ask who Fermi is so you can geek out, but I’m not going to.” Oscar folded his arms. “Say that, and it will make us stop. Otherwise…”
Luca studied Selene’s face closely, and Oscar was continually moved by the man’s constant concern for their safety, their happiness.
Oscar walked over to Selene and cupped her cheek affectionately. “Give our boy the affirmative one more time, Selene. He won’t truly let go until he knows you’re okay with all of it.”
Selene rose slowly. “Don’t hold back, Luca. I know what a safe word is for, and I won’t hesitate to use it if I need to. This is one of my fantasies as well. I expect you—both of you—to make it good for me.”
Luca stepped closer to Selene, his voice dropping. “We followed you home from the store. You’re beautiful and you caught our eye. You didn’t see us walking behind you, lurking behind the shrubbery, finding out where you lived. You didn’t realize we were waiting outside for night to fall, for our chance to break in. You’ve just turned the lights out, and you’re getting ready for bed.”
Jesus. Luca’s deep, quiet voice, the way he created the scene, developed the story, had Oscar’s dick rock-hard.
“We’re going to go out to the living room for a couple of minutes while you remain in here. You hear a noise. You realize you’re in danger. You know you have to hide.”
Selene’s mouth was open slightly and Oscar wasn’t sure she was breathing. Her nipples were tight beneath her T-shirt, betraying how much Luca’s role play turned her on. “I’m going to fight you,” she whispered. “Hard.”
Luca gave her a slight grin, though Oscar wasn’t sure if it was meant to be comforting or…sinister. Either way, it fucking worked. He’d never really tried role play before these two—Faith’s sexual appetites were far more vanilla—but damn if he didn’t love it. “We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Oscar was suddenly grateful he was still in the sweatpants the helicopter pilot had provided. If he’d been wearing jeans, he would have been in serious pain.
Luca turned and left the room. Oscar stood still for a moment, then shook his head in amazement. “We created a monster.”
Selene laughed softly. “Or maybe we are the monsters.”
“Who gives a fuck? The sex is amazing.”
Oscar went out to the living room where Luca was standing at the front door, talking to Andre.
Luca closed the door, throwing the chain and the dead bolt before looking at him. Oscar noticed his face was slightly flushed. Was Luca blushing?
“I, uh, told him if he heard anything questionable in here, it was okay.”
Oscar chuckled. “What did he say?”
Luca grinned. “He told me to have a good time and use lube.”
Oscar was still shirtless, so Luca pulled his T-shirt off as well. Luca wasn’t well-defined by any stretch of the imagination, but he was trim, with a smooth, bare chest, and Oscar, who hadn’t thought he could get any more aroused, was proven wrong as his dick twitched.
They looked like twins in their matching gray sweatpants. That might have been funny if Oscar had any air in his lungs to laugh. As it was, he was too excited, too worked up, too fucking ready for this.
“Guess we should give her time to hide. So you wanna work up a game plan, or are we just winging it?” Oscar asked.
“I think we should follow our impulses. Do…what feels right. What feels good. Oscar…” Luca hesitated, and Oscar saw the wealth of emotions written in his expressions. He recognized them for what they were because he’d been feeling the same way.
Oscar reached out and gripped Luca’s shoulder, squeezing it. “I know, man. This is…”
“Perfect,” Luca finished. “The three of us…we’re…”
Oscar sighed and nodded. “Perfect.”
“I just gave your Grand Master the right to marry me to anyone she chooses.”
Oscar grimaced. “Yeah. I’m still trying to get that part of the membership requirements to sink in too.”
“You really are new to the society?”
Oscar sighed. “I know we
lied about being part of the Masters’ Admiralty. I fucking hated that, by the way. But nothing else has been a lie. I’ve been a member of the Trinity Masters almost a whole week.”
Luca’s eyes widened.
“We’ll talk more later. Right now,” Oscar glanced over his shoulder, “we have a woman to ravish.”
Luca chuckled, then stepped around Oscar, stealthily sneaking toward the bedroom.
Oscar was hot on his heels, not wanting to miss a second of this action. He figured he could anticipate what most women would do in this situation.
But Selene Tanaka was not most women. She was in a league all to herself, and he was—no, he had fallen head over ass for her.
Luca hadn’t made it one step inside the bedroom before Selene was there, launching herself at him in an all-out tackle.
Luca hadn’t expected the attack, so he fell back into him. The three of them teetered for just a moment, but Selene had come at them with enough force, and there was no defying gravity. They wound up in a heap on the floor, and because he’d been at Luca’s back, Oscar had caught the brunt of it, hitting the floor hard while cushioning the other two.
“Fuck!” He’d landed mostly on his ass, and it hurt like a son of a bitch. Before he had time to reorient himself, Selene was up and racing toward the hotel door. Luca had obviously fared better because he was only two steps behind her, catching her before she could reach the doorknob. Not that she could have escaped anyway. Luca had wisely thrown the chain and the dead bolt.
Oscar rose slowly, gingerly, then followed, his eyes glued to his lovers the entire time.
Luca had Selene pressed firmly against the door, his chest hard against her back.
“Fight all you want. You’re still ours,” Luca murmured in a menacing tone that was completely at odds with the man Oscar had come to know over the past few days.
Oscar stepped beside them, reaching out to grab a handful of Selene’s silky hair. He pulled it roughly, forcing her to look at him.
Her eyes were glazed with desire, the arousal in the room so thick, a knife couldn’t pierce it.
“Carry her to the bedroom,” Oscar said harshly. “We’ll take her there.”
“No!” Selene cried, struggling against Luca’s hold. She almost broke free, but Oscar grabbed her hands as he twisted her, gripping them firmly behind her back.
Selene bent forward quickly, freeing her hands for just a second while nearly headbutting Luca in the process. Fortunately, he’d managed to dodge it, or he’d have ended up with a broken nose. It had definitely been a close call though.
Oscar regained his grip on her wrists with one of his hands, the other wrapping around her shoulders so that he could pull her against his chest. “This one’s a wildcat,” he said to Luca.
Selene was still fighting them roughly, kicking out and catching the side of Luca’s thigh. Damn. She hadn’t joked around about fighting back.
The next time she tried to kick, Luca caught her ankle, and if Oscar hadn’t been holding her, she would have taken a backwards tumble. Once Luca had a secure grip on one leg, it was easier for him to grab the other.
Together, they carried a squirming Selene to the bedroom. Throughout it all, she called them a steady stream of nasty names, promising to cut off valuable parts of their bodies once she got free. The only thing she didn’t say was her safe word.
They dumped her on the bed, both of them ready for her.
Selene didn’t disappoint. The second her hands and feet were free, she sprang up. And met two immovable walls.
Oscar straddled her legs, holding them to the mattress to prevent her from kicking. Then he grabbed her wrists. “Grab the belt.”
Selene’s hair was a tangled mess, her face red from her exertions, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the fight.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
Luca returned with the belt, looping in around one wrist, then threading it through a slat on the headboard, and finally fastening her second hand.
With her arms secured above her head and Oscar trapping her legs to the bed, the fight slowly drained out of her.
“Good girl,” Oscar said, running the back of his fingers along her cheek, provoking her to shudder, even though she narrowed her eyes at his words.
“Get your hands off me!” she yelled, turning her head away from his touch.
Oscar clenched his fist around a handful of her hair tightly. “You’re ours.”
She tried to shake her head, but he tightened his grip, refusing to allow it.
“Ours,” he repeated. “Say it.”
“Never,” she spat out.
Oscar ignored her denial, reaching for the neck of her T-shirt. He ripped it in half, fighting hard not to laugh when he heard Luca’s muttered “holy mother of God.”
Even Selene struggled to remain in character, the edge of her lips tilting upwards.
The ragged ends of her shirt hung open at her sides, revealing her lacy bra. Oscar roughly palmed both her breasts, squeezing them until Selene groaned, the sound a perfect blend of pain and desire.
Reaching into the cups of her bra, he pulled her breasts out and over the tight lace. Luca lost no time taking advantage of what Oscar had just uncovered.
Bending his head, Luca sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
While Luca distracted her, Oscar slowly peeled her pants and panties down, moving with them, constantly alert in case she started kicking again.
She didn’t. Obviously Selene had passed the fighting stage. Her eyes were closed and her hips gyrated in search of more.
Oscar pressed her knees apart, kneeling between. Leaning down, he ran his tongue along her wet slit as Selene hissed.
Through his peripheral vision, he saw Luca lift his head to see what he’d done, so he repeated the action.
Luca shifted so that he was lying on the bed next to Selene. “Make her come with your mouth.”
Oscar wasn’t used to Luca giving orders. Typically, that was Selene’s department.
He looked up at both of his lovers, gave them a wink, then bent down to do exactly that.
Oscar pressed his tongue against her clit before sucking it into his mouth. For several minutes, he drove Selene’s arousal higher, tormenting her with licks and bites and sucks before fucking her with his tongue.
A quick glance up proved Luca wasn’t idle, either. He was kissing Selene like it was his last day on Earth, his fingers toying with her taut nipples.
Oscar could tell she was getting close, her breathing erratic, harsh.
“She’s there,” Oscar said, prompting Luca to break the kiss so that he could watch.
Oscar drove three fingers deep, the impact fast and hard and the catalyst she needed. Selene’s back arched beautifully as she flew away on the wings of her orgasm. Oscar stroked her through it, drawing the climax out even longer.
“I need you,” she said after a moment, her voice hoarse from her cries.
Oscar stood quickly, stripping off his sweatpants. Within seconds, he was deep inside her, fucking her with all the strength, all the desire, all the love in his body.
He didn’t bother with finesse or stamina. He couldn’t. He needed her, and so he took, driving in, pounding in, grabbing every ounce of pleasure he could steal. He came hard, bright flashes of white light blinding him beneath his closed eyes, and Selene was right there with him, her pussy clenching around his cock tightly.
Oscar fell to the side, aware that Luca had taken his place. It took several minutes for him to shake off the effects of his own climax before he could focus on his lovers. When he did, he knew Luca was there too.
He lifted himself up on his elbow and watched his lovers come.
Fuck him. There was nothing more incredible than the image of Luca and Selene in the throes of passion.
Every single thing in his life had driven him here, to this moment, to this bed, to their arms.
And they weren’t his to keep.
Chapter Fifte
en
“Remind me again why we’re outnumbered, outmanned?” Ridley Phillios asked mildly as he checked his weapon and hummed a number from Hamilton.
“We can bring more people on,” Owen replied, “but it would take time to get them all to Rome.”
Jennika was using the side of the van, the sliding door pushed open as a seat. She was wearing a headset and had a computer perched on her lap. “I’m about to link us in with their comms, so get it out of your system now.”
“Saddle up,” Rhys Fletcher said.
“No.” Jennika pointed at Rhys. “No stupid cowboy terms.”
“Aww, darlin’—”
“I will delete you from all known digital databases. Good luck trying to convince the government you’re alive again.” Jennika didn’t look up from the computer screen as she issued the threat.
As an NSA agent, she could carry through on that.
“As long as you don’t mind a top spot on Homeland’s watch list,” Rhys countered.
“Now, now, let’s all try and get along,” Ridley said with a grin. He was laid-back and approachable—which seemed counterintuitive since he was 6’5” with a shaved head.
“Fine.” Jennika pointed to her own headset. “Earpieces in.”
“Fine by me,” Rhys paused, then very deliberately added, “darlin’.”
“Could you not?” Owen asked the Homeland Security agent.
Rhys shrugged and put his earpiece in.
“Besides.” Ridley put in his own earpiece. “I could rendition both your butts to a CIA black site.”
“Literally the opposite of helpful,” Owen said.
Then there was no more banter because the comms went live.
Owen, along with Jennika, Rhys, and Ridley, stood by a white van with a cartoon plumber’s logo on the side.
Two black vans, bearing logos for an Italian internet provider and a locksmith, respectively, were parked on the other side of the parking lot. Nine men and women stood outside or sat in the vans, and now that the comms were on, they could hear an occasional comment or quick conversation in a variety of languages.
Percival was standing at the open door to one van, talking to Sidika Arslan, a Turkish woman who worked for a private security company in Istanbul. She was running comms for the Masters’ Admiralty team.
