Sweet Retribution: Ruthless Games #2

by Rose, Callie

  “Fuck,” Theo groans, biting his bottom lip hard.

  Marcus didn’t see them come in like I did, but I know he knows they’re here. He doesn’t stop his delicious assault on my clit though. If anything, his touch becomes hungrier, more demanding.

  Ryland doesn’t say anything, but his gaze stays fixed on me. He reaches down to palm his cock, rubbing himself as he watches Marcus eat me.

  The sight of these two men watching me, witnessing my raw pleasure, makes every sensation cascading through me more acute. I don’t let go of Ryland’s gaze as my hips roll against Marcus’s face, grinding against his hot, wet tongue.

  “Oh… god…”

  The words are hardly more than a moan as the ecstasy inside me spills over, making my limbs shudder and shake. Marcus keeps lapping at me as the orgasm washes through me in waves, drawing it out until I’m a panting, writhing mess.

  When he finally lifts his head, his gaze shifts to the two men who’ve joined us in the kitchen. Then he glances back at me, something like a question in his eyes.

  He doesn’t even have to say it out loud for me to know my answer.

  Yes.

  Chapter 25

  “Bedroom!” I gasp.

  The word is barely out of my mouth before Marcus scoops me off the counter. The other two men are close behind us as he strides quickly down the hall toward the back of the house. My legs wrap around his waist as he palms my ass, and the fabric of his clothes feels scratchy against my bare, sensitized skin.

  He pushes open the door to the guest room he’s been staying in and carries me inside. Ryland flicks on the light as Marcus deposits me on the bed, and all three men tug their clothes off quickly, each of them watching me intently as they do.

  My heart bangs against my ribs as I watch them right back, my gaze darting between the three of them as I soak up the sight of their broad shoulders and muscular frames. Ryland’s tattoos shift as he shoves his pants down and kicks them off, and my greedy eyes take in every inch of the ink covering his body. He has full sleeves on both arms, and the tattoos that I’ve seen on his neck trail down to cover his entire torso and back.

  They’re beautiful.

  A hungry look enters his eyes as he feels my gaze burning a path over his body, and he crawls up onto the bed as the other two finish undressing. His large, muscled form hovers over mine as he kisses the fuck out of me, and then he grabs my hips and rolls us over so that he’s beneath me.

  His thick cock is trapped between our bodies, and I slide up and down the length of it a few times, soaking up his reaction as I coat his shaft in my wetness. Then I lift up a little and reach down to line him up with my entrance before sinking down, taking him inside me slowly until our pelvises are pressed flush together.

  The mattress shifts as Marcus and Theo join us, but I can’t look away from Ryland’s burning hazel irises as I slowly rise up and sink back down. His hands grip my hips, but he lets me dictate the pace as I find the rhythm that makes my body sing.

  My head falls back a little, and I let out a little gasp of surprise when I feel Marcus behind me. The warmth of his chest brushes against my back as he reaches around to play with my breasts, tormenting my nipples until I start grinding harder against Ryland. All three of us groan, and I hear Theo’s rough chuckle from beside me as he watches us.

  I already came twice tonight, but my body feels insatiable. The enormity of everything that’s happened, of what these men did for me, has made me acutely aware of the knife’s edge we live on.

  There are no guarantees of safety or happily ever afters.

  Tomorrow may never fucking come.

  All we have is this today, this precious moment in time, and I’m not going to waste it.

  My back arches as Ryland’s thumb finds my clit, and Marcus growls as he feels my body shudder. He leans over me, flattening my chest against Ryland’s and trapping his hand been us.

  I’m still soaked from earlier, and as Ryland fucks me from below, Marcus’s cock slides between my ass cheeks, slick with my arousal.

  He groans, nipping at my ear. “I’m going to fuck you here too one day, angel. I want your gorgeous ass. I want every single bit of you.”

  My pussy clenches. I find Ryland’s lips, kissing him hard as Marcus’s filthy promise makes heat throb in my veins.

  “Fuck,” Ryland grunts, his fingers working my clit as he drives up into me from below. His hand is trapped between our bodies, so he has limited range of motion, but it hardly matters. The feel of his thick cock filling me, of Marcus’s shaft sliding between my cheeks, of their solid bodies encasing me, is enough to drive me insane.

  Their thrusts grow harder and wilder, and I feel Ryland thicken inside me as he curses again. Marcus catches my chin, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss as Ryland bites down on my neck, flooding my womb with his cum.

  They switch again, and Ryland’s kiss is gentler this time as his hips pulse up into mine, drawing out the last waves of his orgasm.

  I lose myself in the firm press of his lips and his spicy sandalwood scent for a moment. It mingles so perfectly with the clean scent of Marcus’s skin and the hint of leather, and I think I could get high on it if I breathe it in deeply enough.

  With one last kiss, Ryland pulls out of me, scooting upward on the bed as Marcus wraps his hands around my waist and brings me upright. We’re both on our knees, my back molded to his front, and he reaches down with one hand to guide himself inside me.

  My pussy clenches around the intrusion as Ryland’s cum drips down my inner thigh. My body, so close to the peak already, shudders as Marcus brushes his fingers over my clit.

  Theo is still watching us, his hand wrapped around his shaft as his fist slides up and down in deliberately slow movements.

  “Do you know how much it turned me on watching you suck Theo’s cock?” Marcus murmurs, and I groan, struggling to keep my eyes open as heat infuses my body. “It turned me on watching you kiss him in the alley that night too. It drove me fucking crazy. Do you want to drive me crazy again? Do you want to drive him crazy?”

  Marcus’s voice is low, but I know Theo hears him. The blond man grunts, his fist moving a little faster as his gaze drops down to where Marcus’s cock slides slowly in and out of me. Then he looks back up at my face, and as soon as our eyes lock, I nod.

  Theo’s dimple appears as a sinful grin curves his lips. He moves closer, releasing his grip on his swollen cock to cradle my face in his hands as he kisses me. I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach, and the sensation of once again being sandwiched between two muscled bodies makes me feel both wild and safe at the same time.

  I have a sudden desperate urge to feel them both inside me at once. To be truly shared between them, filled by both of them.

  To be completely overtaken by them.

  As if he can guess what I’m thinking, Marcus grabs my hips and thrusts a little deeper, making me gasp into Theo’s mouth.

  Theo chuckles. Then he breaks away and moves back a bit, lying down on the mattress with his head resting on a pillow. His cock juts up from his body, a bead of precum slowly seeping from the slit at the tip as his piercing glints in the light. He grins at me, and the playfulness and desire in his expression makes my stomach clench as I lean forward.

  It’s a little awkward with only one hand, but both men help me as I hinge at the waist, bracing myself on the bed so I can wrap my lips around Theo’s shaft. Ryland helps support my right side, playing with my breasts and nipping at my shoulder as he does.

  When Marcus begins to thrust inside me again, I bob my head up and down on Theo’s cock in the same tempo, letting saliva drip down the length of him as I swirl my tongue over his smooth, hot skin.

  “Shit. Fuck, Rose, you’re beautiful like this.”

  Theo’s voice is strained, and I tilt my head a little to look at him, peering up through my eyelashes. He’s watching me with awe, with fierce lust, as if he’s never been so turned on in his life.

 
I want that to be true. I want this to be the best he’s ever had.

  I want him to be ruined.

  Addicted.

  As completely lost as I am.

  Our rhythm picks up, the sound of their baritone groans and my soft, muffled whimpers filling the room. When my orgasm hits, I have to work hard not to scrape Theo’s cock with my teeth as my body bucks and jerks.

  “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Jesus, Rose, I’m gonna—”

  He palms the back of my head, thrusting up into my mouth as warm, salty liquid hits the back of my throat. I swallow, groaning around him, and the sight of us coming apart is too much for Marcus. His hands dig into my hips, his pelvis slapping against me as he drives in hard and deep for a few strokes. Then he stills, grinding his hips against my ass as he jerks and pulses inside me.

  My arm is shaking. My entire body is buzzing, electric with pleasure and weak from exhaustion at the same time. Thank fuck for Ryland’s grip on me, or I’d probably face-plant on Theo’s cock. He helps me up, and Marcus presses a sloppy, dazed kiss to my temple before pulling out of me. We all tumble into a pile on the bed, and I lose track of whose limbs are where as Ryland kisses me and Theo runs a hand down my spine.

  I’m breathless and sated.

  I’m also sticky and sweaty, smeared with cum and small streaks of blood, thoroughly fucked by three men.

  But as we lie together, our bodies shifting against each other as we all try to catch our breath, I don’t feel dirty.

  I feel purified.

  I feel whole.

  Chapter 26

  We have two days of peace after that night.

  Two days where I let myself cling to the hope that Luca D’Addario won’t find out what my men did. That he won’t be angry even if he does find out.

  But on the third day after Jordan’s death, Marcus’s phone buzzes.

  The four of us are in the living room, and I’m settled on Ryland’s lap, nestled against his chest. We’ve spent the past few days trying to track down information about the Viper, proceeding with our plan and pretending there isn’t a guillotine hanging over our necks.

  We haven’t been able to find much. The man is like a shadow, although now that we’re looking for signs of him, it’s clear he’s been steadily gaining power in Halston for the past several years.

  Marcus pulls his phone from his pocket and swipes across the screen. His expression hardens, and my stomach drops.

  “Luca?” Theo asks the question we’re all thinking, although I already know the answer before Marcus speaks.

  “Yeah. He wants to see us. Now.”

  “Fuck.” Ryland’s hand stiffens where it rests on my thigh, tension gathering in his body.

  “I’m coming with you,” I say quickly.

  There’s a momentary silence as all three men freeze. I can feel their need to protect me, to shield me from all of this, warring with their knowledge that I’m no longer on the outside of any part of their lives. They let me in, just like I let them into mine.

  I’m part of this, whether they like it or not.

  Marcus’s jaw tightens as he looks over my head at Ryland, communicating something silently. Then he nods, and I feel Ryland let out a heavy breath. I turn to kiss the broad-shouldered man before climbing off his lap, and he grips me so tight I’m sure I’ll find bruises later.

  He doesn’t try to stop me from coming though. Even Ryland, who fought the hardest against the pull between all of us, has finally seemed to realize it was always a battle we were doomed to lose.

  We’ll live together or die together, but nothing will ever tear us apart.

  The four of us pile into Theo’s car and head out. It’s a cool late fall day, but the sky is clear and the sun shines brightly, glinting off the cars we pass as we head out of the city. It all seems too bright, too vibrant, to fit the mood inside the car.

  The guys talk quietly among themselves as we drive, agreeing on what they’ll tell Luca. They decide against lying almost immediately—if he’s called them in to speak to them, it’s because he knows about Jordan’s murder, or at least, he’s confident enough in what he does know not to believe a lie.

  My stomach twists around itself as if I’ve swallowed a live snake, turning over and over until bile rises up my throat. I force it back down, and when Theo reaches over from the driver’s seat, I grip his hand tightly in mine.

  I have no real idea what we’re walking into, but I cling to the belief that if the men expected Luca to kill them outright, they would never have allowed me to come—not that I wouldn’t have fought to come with them anyway.

  The large house looks different in the light of day than it did when we arrived in the evening for the party, although it’s still overwhelmingly expensive and luxurious.

  Our reception is different too. Instead of being greeted at the door by a butler, we’re ushered inside by two large men with guns holstered at their belts.

  My already racing pulse kicks up another notch as they lead us through the house, and I can’t stop myself from darting glances at the two men. They have blunt, stoic faces and carry themselves with the casual power of men who know how to deal death quickly and efficiently.

  Marcus and Ryland bookend me on either side, walking so close that their arms brush against mine, and Theo is just ahead of us, his posture stiff and alert.

  We head into an entirely different wing of the house than we were brought to for the party, and the men stop outside a large wooden door. One of them raps sharply against it, and at the sound of a male voice from inside, he opens it and ushers us inside.

  The door closes with a sharp click behind us, and I feel certain that the two men are posted on either side of it just outside the room. Ready to burst in at any moment if needed, or to stop us if we try to flee.

  “Constantine. Bennett. Harrington.” Luca D’Addario sits at a large desk, and he nods at the three men as we all step forward. Then his gaze lands on me, and he cocks his head. “And who is this? I saw you at my party, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I dip my head in a deferential nod. I’m not sure what the exact etiquette is supposed to be when addressing him, but the impression I’ve gotten of Luca is that he’s the kind of man who demands that others respect his power. And I don’t want to piss him off any more than we already have.

  “This is Ayla Fairchild,” Marcus adds, introducing me to the dark-haired older man.

  Luca nods, his gaze still zeroed in on my face as if he’s dissecting me, picking me apart into small pieces and cataloguing which bits might be useful to him. It makes my skin prickle with uncomfortable awareness. His gaze isn’t sexual or leering, but it’s so fucking perceptive that it makes me feel naked anyway.

  A long moment of silence drags out while he studies me, and then he nods to himself and shifts his focus back to the men. “You know why I called you here, I presume?”

  Marcus nods. “Jordan McCabe.”

  Luca’s heavy dark eyebrows jerk upward a little, as if he’s surprised Marcus admitted to it so easily. That he didn’t argue back or feign ignorance.

  “Yes.” Luca leans back in his seat, tugging at the sleeves of his crisp dark suit. “He was important to me.”

  “I know. He told us.”

  “But you killed him anyway.”

  “Yes.”

  Marcus’s voice remains calm and blunt, and unease prickles through me. I know the men decided that lying to Luca would guarantee a worse outcome, but I wish he would soften the truth a little.

  Luca’s eyebrows rise even higher, and he scans Theo’s and Ryland’s faces carefully.

  “Care to tell me why you thought it was a wise idea to interfere with a man who was important to the operation of my business?” His tone hardens. “You were handpicked as potential successors for me, but that does not give you the right to interfere with my assets until the competition is over, do you understand?”

  “They did it for me,” I say before I can stop myself. Then I
add, “Sir.”

  Now Luca’s thick brows reverse direction, dropping low and pulling together as he turns his attention to me. “Explain.”

  Marcus and Ryland seem to have stopped breathing beside me. I can feel danger crackling in the air, but they already decided not to lie to the crime lord. If we’re going to tell the truth, he should hear the whole truth.

  “That man they killed, Jordan McCabe, was my foster father when I was younger. During the time that I lived under his roof, he raped and abused me repeatedly.”

  The words fall from my lips awkwardly. It’s easier to talk about now that all of it—including Jordan’s life—is in the past, but I’m still not used to so openly sharing the painful details of my past.

  If it makes Luca understand, though, if it saves my men from harsh punishment, I’ll tell him every sordid, fucked up detail.

  Ryland finally shifts beside me. I think it’s the first time he’s drawn a breath since I spoke up. “She told us what happened, and Jordan didn’t deny it. With all due respect, sir, he didn’t deserve to live.”

  Luca’s sharp gaze cuts to Ryland, his expression turning hard. For a second, I can see every inch of the ruthless criminal who fought his way to the top to become the de facto king of Halston.

  “That was not your call to make,” he growls. “None of you.”

  My stomach drops. Blood rushes in my ears, and my mouth goes dry as I brace myself for what comes next.

  Luca lets his words hang in the air for a moment, cutting off all the oxygen in the room. Then he sighs. “But in this case, I agree with you. Jordan was useful, but he always thought too fucking much of himself. If I’d known he was a child molester on top of it, I would’ve killed him myself.”

  He rises smoothly from his desk, walking around it and leaning against the heavy mahogany as he crosses his arms over his chest. “That doesn’t change the fact that you went behind my back and killed a man who played an important role in my operations. His loss can be compensated for, but if you ever pull this kind of bullshit again, you’ll be out of the competition with a price on your heads, do you understand?”