Fedarro eased his large, warm palm along her hip bone under the dress and then toward her ass. When he trailed his finger down the crack of her ass, she moaned into his mouth. He pulled her thigh up against his hip and released her lips.
“This taking our time, having a first date, and going slow is torture, woman. Absolute fucking torture,” Collin told her and then tugged on her earlobe before easing her back so he could cup her breast.
She felt as if she would lose her balance, and then Fedarro spoke.
“We’ve got you. We won’t let you fall,” he said, slid his palm toward her lower back, and held her while he used his other hand to maneuver between her legs.
She parted them, wanting, needing his touch. Their gazes locked.
“Are you wet for us?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she whispered, leaning back against Collin, who supported her. Collin pinched her nipple, making her gasp and then exhale, as Fedarro thrust his fingers up into her needy cunt. She immediately rocked her hips.
“That’s right, woman. You’re going to learn our touch, obey our commands, our needs, and desires when it comes to you and this sexy, voluptuous body.”
He clenched his teeth and thrust faster into her cunt. She gripped his shoulder and couldn’t move her other arm because Collin played with her breast and nipped at her shoulder. She felt overwhelmed with sensations, and then she cried out and came. Fedarro kissed her lips, muffling her cries, and she continued rocking on his fingers. When he gently pulled them from her cunt, he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom.
“Fedarro.”
“No. Trust us,” he said, laid her down on the bed, slid over her body, trapped her between his forearms that were on either side of her head, and began to kiss her once again.
When the bed dipped, she felt Collin’s hands slide under her dress and right to her ass. Fedarro rolled to his back, taking her with him, and she slid half over him, causing her thighs to part farther, giving Collin the opportunity to explore her next. He slid his fingers right into her cunt, and she moaned and lifted her hips.
She had never felt this aroused and wild. She wanted to please them, to give them pleasure in return, but she wasn’t ready for sex. She allowed her own desires to lead her, reached for Fedarro’s dress pants, and began to undo the zipper.
She glanced up at him. The image would forever be embedded in her mind—the dark expression of desire and control, the white dress shirt, black blazer, and the gun and holster on his side—as she pushed his pants down and reached for his cock. He hissed and clenched his teeth.
“Gisella, only if it’s what you want,” he said to her.
“I want,” she said, then licked the tip, and started to work his cock into her mouth.
She jerked when she felt Collin’s tongue slide into her cunt from behind. He massaged her ass, and then Fedarro cupped her breast as she sucked on his cock. It was overstimulating. Then she felt Fedarro grip her hair and thrust upward. He was forceful, demanding, and something came over her as she sucked harder, faster, and cupped his balls.
He grunted and came, shaking and shooting his seed down her throat. She licked him clean until Collin pulled her up and into his arms. She was on top of him, and he caressed her ass and her back before lifting her higher.
“I need, too,” he said.
“I want to please you, too,” she replied and slithered down him, letting her palms absorb the feel of steel and ridges. The man was super fit. They both were. No wonder women threw themselves at them.
She undid his pants and then felt the bed dip. A moment later, as she licked the tip of Collin’s cock, she felt the fingers push into her cunt from behind. Fedarro rocked his hips as he used his fingers, instead of his cock, to penetrate her. She was lost in the sensations. The need and desire to make Collin come, and to come herself, became a game of sorts. In and out, up and down, the three of them moaned, and then Collin grunted. She swallowed as he came and then felt the tip of Fedarro’s fingers slide right into her ass. She cried out and came next.
* * * *
Collin stroked Gisella’s thigh as she lay against his chest, with Fedarro pressed up against her back. They were kissing her skin, exploring her breasts with fingers, and then stealing kisses from her.
“This is a first for us,” Collin admitted.
“What is?” she asked.
“Lying here with a woman in bed and not having sex first,” he said and pinched her nipple.
She gasped. “Oh really? I would imagine the two of you being quite the tag team of seduction.” She lifted up and started to fix her dress.
“Where are you going?”
“To freshen up. Someone promised me dinner, and I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” She went to climb over Fedarro to head off the bed, but he pulled her into his arms and rolled her to her back and underneath him.
“I was thinking more dessert first, then maybe ordering in.” He pushed her arms above her head and started kissing her.
Collin chuckled. “I’m game.”
Fedarro released her lips and then slid off the bed and offered her a hand. When he pulled her up, he placed his hand over her ass.
“Get yourself freshened up. We’ll fix up too and meet you in the front entryway.”
She gave a smile to him and then one to Collin, who looked at her feeling hungry for more. Her breasts were pouring from the top of the dress, and she pushed her hair behind her ear as she grabbed her thong panties off the floor. She disappeared into the bathroom, and he looked at Fedarro.
“We are in serious trouble, Bro. Serious fucking trouble.”
Fedarro rubbed along his neck and then the back of it. “We better be sure by making her completely understand what being our woman will be. I mean, completely understand.”
“And risk scaring her off forever? I don’t think I can let her go,” Collin admitted as they walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the guest bathroom.
“She’s too special, too perfect to place in that kind of danger.”
“What danger? Our enemies want to hit our wallets, not take lives and risk jail time and causing a war.”
“You never know. Let’s get ready. I’ll freshen up first, and you text the guys our plan. Have them call ahead to Davinci’s.”
“A good choice. Romantic, delicious. She’ll love it,” Collin said.
“Only the best for Gisella,” Fedarro stated.
Chapter 7
Gisella’s laugh bubbled over the candlelight, fine wine, and gourmet meal at Davinci’s. She looked stunning and sexy, and Fedarro couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her natural olive skin, bare shoulders, and thin straps of a black designer dress accentuated her beauty. It was her light-green eyes, bold and mesmerizing, and her lush, full lips kept making him want her in his bed and underneath him. One glance at Collin, who kept leaning close to her, whispering into her ear, or stroking her jaw as if he couldn’t resist touching her, just added to Fedarro’s desire to claim her as their woman. His dick was hard. His need was beyond anything any woman had ever made him feel, and he had yet to fuck her, claim her, and possess her on his terms and in his order of control and seduction.
This wasn’t normal or sane thinking at all. It was like nothing else seemed to matter or was of greater importance than making Gisella belong to him and his brother—not his money, his power, never mind another woman. No, this was different. This was more than an obsession, a need to have something he had set his eyes on and wanted to get because he could. No, this was way different. His gut clenched. He had excellent instincts and was a powerful man who was capable of things he never wanted Gisella to know about. The same hands that had explored her body tenderly, softly, bringing her pleasure just hours earlier in her apartment were also capable of beating, inflicting pain, even killing.
He narrowed his eyes and tried to force the thoughts that he wasn’t good enough for her out of his head. She didn’t know what being the woman of made men would b
e like. Was it fair to want to hide the truth from her so she would let go and let them in anyway? He felt selfish, but hadn’t he always been a selfish man, looking out for number one, being careful to not step on number two, but fuck all the others because he was king?
He glanced away from her and caught sight of Cobra, who squinted at him, obviously picking up on his uneasiness or whatever this was that Fedarro was feeling.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted her in their bed—tonight—and the consequences of what that may bring her way didn’t matter as much as his need to have her.
He raised a hand for the check. Then he looked at Gisella’s surprised expression and Collin’s squint of concern.
“Fedarro?” she whispered.
He shook his head, and Gisella didn’t say another word. So obedient, submissive, and accepting. It aroused him further. He almost wished she had denied him the right to end this first date and then demanded they take her home. Maybe that would shake these possessive, protective, needy sensations from his mind, core, and soul. Maybe.
He stood after paying the bill, and Collin walked ahead with the security around them. People looked, and he knew it wasn’t only because of the guards around them or because of who he and his brother were. It was because of the gorgeous angel walking between them. He gripped her hips. She tightened up, and he pressed against her and whispered into her ear, her shampoo invading his senses.
“I need you,” he said, and then he felt her cover his hand with hers and squeeze.
He couldn’t react, couldn’t take that as a yes to her wanting him and Collin too—not yet, not until they were alone in their penthouse, in their bedroom undressing her and taking what they all needed from one another.
His men all remained serious in their expressions. They knew what was coming. They sensed when he was uneasy, when he felt antsy and angry, all his emotions despite his ability to remain straight-faced. His short, tight replies or orders indicated that he was determined in getting home.
“The penthouse,” he said to Cobra, who nodded.
Collin slid along the seat, then Gisella, and then him. In the dark cab of the SUV, they were silent. He took her hand. She gasped, shaking with what he hoped was anticipation and desire like what he felt right now. He kept her palm on his thigh, covering it with his hand, and the warmth of her delicate flesh burned through his designer pants, making a pathway to his cock and balls. He felt tight, hard, and desperate.
She swallowed hard, and Collin ran his palm along her crossed legs and pulled her more snugly against his thigh. He stroked her skin back and forth under the dress. She slid her hand along Collin’s thigh in the same motion. They were connected. Somehow, just having her between them and her accepting their touch, their pull, and possession made Fedarro’s uneasiness increase. He inhaled. Her shampoo, her perfume, and the aura of beauty she emitted had an adverse effect to her closeness. Instead of easing his mind, it had him frantic.
The SUV stopped.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
He wasn’t certain she meant to, but it didn’t matter as the door opened and he got out first, not letting go of her hand as she slid along with him. The three of them walked between the four guards and into the building from the underground garage. Taking the elevator up with everyone made matters worse as he kept his back against the wall and his arm around her waist, holding her against him. Collin stood in front of her, holding her hand.
“Will you be needing anything else?” Cobra asked, with Ziek standing beside him.
“No. Thank you,” Collin said.
Fedarro brought her into the next private elevator, punched in the security code, and the doors closed. He could hear his heart beating loudly. He still waited to touch her, to possess her, and when the doors opened and they entered the small entryway before the double doors leading to their penthouse, he stopped. He didn’t know why he did it. He always got what he wanted when he wanted it. This was no different. Or so he thought.
He cupped her cheeks, and she kept her arms by her side in acceptance to his control. She was torturing him. “We want you—in our beds, to make love to you, and for you to stay the night, to claim you as our woman,” he said, not really asking permission. Surely she wouldn’t say no, not if that glazed, needy look in her eyes was any indication.
“I sure the hell hoped that was what you both wanted and that the last thirty minutes wasn’t some sick, twisted way of teasing me,” she said, shocking him.
He squinted at her. “You feel it, too?”
“I want the two of you as much as you want me. I need it. I need you. Take me, Fedarro. I accept whatever this is,” she said as if she was just as overwhelmed and confused about it.
He kissed her, wrapped her in his arms, and then pulled back, lifted her, and carried her into the penthouse with Collin right beside him. When they got to the bedroom, he placed her on her feet in front of the bottom of the large bed.
His brother moved in behind her. Collin kissed her neck, her bare shoulder, and slowly pressed the strap of her black dress down her arm while Fedarro stared into her eyes, enjoying the sight. It aroused him to see his brother loving their woman—to see the thin black strap fall from her creamy skin and her eyes glaze over with desire and acceptance to their control. His dick throbbed. He kissed along the path it fell before moving to the other side, pressing down that strap, and kissing her skin.
“You’re perfect, so soft, and you smell incredible,” Collin told her.
Fedarro removed his jacket and the gun and holster and placed them on the side table. He reached out, cupped her jaw and neck, and tilted her head up toward him. “Do we need condoms?”
“Maybe you should even though I have an IUD.”
He squinted at her. “I don’t want anything between us. We always used condoms before. We’re clean, Gisella. We get checked regularly,” he said, and something changed in her eyes. She seemed jealous or sensitive to the knowledge that he and his brother had had many women. This was different. He pressed closer and cupped her breast, making her gasp. His lips close to hers, he heard the zipper of her dress go down as Collin undid it, and kissed her.
“This is different. A first for us. Do you trust us?” he asked her.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
Her dress began to fall, and he cupped the breast and kissed her tenderly. Then Collin joined in. When Fedarro released her lips, she turned and kissed Collin. Her dress fell to the rug, and he was speechless. The woman was built to please any man on the face of this planet, but she was here to please them, and she would belong to him and Collin.
He lowered to his knees and pressed her panties down her thighs. Thin, black, and silky, they slid away with ease, adding to her sex appeal. He gripped her hips as she stepped from them while Collin still kissed her and massaged her breasts.
She was moaning when Fedarro lifted her thigh over his shoulder and began to explore her already wet cunt.
A slide of two fingers had her rocking her hips. Back and forth he slid those fingers into her pussy, making her cream pour from there. He wanted to explore every inch of her, and every inch he would. But first he needed a taste. He was desperate for what he knew was becoming an addiction.
* * * *
Collin could feel his brother’s desperation. It was unreal how in tune to one another they were. He’d never seen his brother react to any woman like he did to Gisella. Even Collin was surprised by his own reaction to her, and his need to claim her as theirs tonight. She was gorgeous, her breasts full and her nipples hard. He slid lower, kissing along her shoulder down to her breast, and sucked hard. She held on tight, her balance uneven, and she needed his support to hold her upright as Fedarro feasted on her pussy.
“To the bed,” Fedarro demanded and lowered her leg down.
She gasped, held onto his one shoulder, and turned toward Collin. Fedarro was getting undressed behind her, watching her ass and looking at her body. Gisella reached out and be
gan to undress Collin with his assistance.
“You’re going to be all ours. I can’t wait,” he told her.
She shoved his shirt off, and he stepped from his pants as she licked his nipple, sliding her hands up and down his body. She lowered to her knees, cupped his balls, and licked his cock.
Collin moaned and gripped her hair, locking gazes with Fedarro who watched and then stepped closer. Fedarro caressed her hair and then softly tapped his cock against her cheek. Those gorgeous green eyes glanced his way, and she knew what his brother wanted. She eased her mouth off Collin’s cock and swiped her tongue at Fedarro’s cock.
“That’s right. Pleasure us one after the next. Explore us as we’ll belong to you, too,” he said to her.
She kept a hand on Collin’s’ thigh and sucked on Fedarro’s cock. Then she released his cock and went back to sucking Collin’s, her mouth hot, wet, and lethal to his resolve to not come fast. The woman was a sexual goddess. There was no doubt in Collin’s mind.
“Enough,” Collin stated. He gripped her arm and pulled her up and into his arms as if she were light as a feather. He walked her to the bed and laid her down. He knelt, one knee between her thighs, and loomed over her.
“Arms up above your head,” Fedarro ordered.
She glanced at him and slowly lifted her arms above her head and back over the comforter. They both stood there, taking in the sight of her.
“She’s a goddess, Fedarro, an absolute goddess.” Collin trailed a finger from her lips down her chin, throat, and breasts, making a nipple harden before he continued a path to her cunt. Collin slid a finger into her wet folds, and she went to pull her legs together.
“No. Spread those thighs. Offer us that cunt and ass to be claimed,” Fedarro demanded.
“Fedarro, oh God, you two are making me crazy.” She moaned, closed her eyes, and shook her head slowly side to side. He felt her pussy muscles tighten against his digits right before she came.
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