Blaine, Destiny - Breakfast by the Sea (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Destiny Blaine

  Her knees fell apart. Jeff framed her pussy. His fingers formed a diamond shape and his tongue darted in and out of her body like he couldn’t help himself.

  He’d promised to eat her alive. Was this how he killed his women? If so, she was more than willing to die.

  Miles stroked her throat. His balls bumped against her chin, and she enjoyed even that explicit sensation. He had a clean, masculine scent, and his intoxicating smell filled her senses.

  Connor seemingly surrounded her. His large hands remained committed to her breasts, kneading them. He tweaked her nipples, sucking one until she damn near came from the exquisite sensation. He watched her, looked on like his arousal was dependent upon how much she enjoyed them.

  Miles pulled away from her, rubbing his penis across her lips. “She’s done that a time or two,” he complimented her, and she wasn’t surprised. Yes, she’d had lots of practice in oral pleasure. One repulsive man had given her plenty.

  Jeff moaned. He thrust his tongue inside her, spreading her pussy lips and feasting on her like a meal. She rose and fell against him. With Miles to the side, she stared down the length of her body and watched Jeff enjoy her.

  They locked eyes. He definitely liked her. Maybe he even cared for her. And one thing was certain, he enjoyed being in between her legs.

  Jeff slapped her pussy and a bolt of electricity rushed through her body. “God help me,” she choked out, stretching her neck in shock and in pleasure.

  He smacked again. The swat echoed through the room. She wanted more. And he must’ve known what a woman drowning in heat longed to have.

  Jeff’s tongue flicked across her clit. His mouth closed around her lips, and he sucked harder. He manipulated her little trigger point with his thumb and slapped her mound once again, this smack carried out with only three firm fingers.

  “Um…” She moaned, ready to soar, ready to come, ready to grind her pussy against him and ride out the waves of pleasure each stroke of his tongue produced.

  When he backed away from her, a great sense of loss washed over her, something she hadn’t necessarily anticipated. Of course Miles and Connor weren’t in full control of her body or her pleasure. Only Jeff earned that honor.

  “I told you when we came here what I wanted,” Jeff reminded her.

  “You also told me that you’d be the first to take her,” Connor said, letting Paige know Jeff had boasted.

  She didn’t mind. Based on her unexplainable feelings, Jeff earned that right.

  Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t speak. Jeff yanked her forward, cupped her neck and stared into her eyes. “I’m going to fuck you all night long. First with these two around, but later on? It’s only you and me.”

  Did he expect her to put up a fight? Protest?

  “Okay,” she finally managed.

  Connor sneered. Miles chuckled.

  “I like an agreeable woman,” Jeff said, stroking his cock with one hand and pushing her head toward his groin area. “Give me head, baby.”

  She opened her mouth and obliged.

  “That’s so good,” Jeff growled, almost immediately. “Take me to your throat. Ah, yeah. Beautiful. You’re sensational.”

  Jeff was forceful, but not in the way she’d experienced with Ramone. He was feeding his lust and hers. Sucking Jeff’s dick was all her pleasure, something she’d never quite experienced.

  She enjoyed Miles, but Jeff was different. She wanted Jeff in her mouth, and she longed to have him fuck for his release. She hungered for him. She needed to taste him, every last drop of him.

  “That’s it, darlin’. Show me the woman. God, yeah, you’re so fucking sexy.”

  Jeff was the sexy one. His legs parted, and he thrust between her cheeks, driving into her mouth like he might fuck her cunt. His thighs bunched, and his grip on the back of her head changed. He had a handful of her hair moving her up and down over his cock.

  “Get all you want, baby. That’s right. So fucking sweet, sugar. You belong in a man’s lap—my lap.”

  She’d been told many things of her talents. Maybe if she pleased Jeff enough, he wouldn’t dismiss her later.

  Dismiss? She paused. What was she doing? Why was she doubting him now? She sucked slower, and his pace changed to match hers.

  She second-guessed herself, but she couldn’t abandon him. What she knew about Jeff spun inside her head. He’d never left the women he took to bed alive. Her picture claimed the Queen of Hearts card. The card deck symbolized targets. Was she still marked and as good as dead? If he didn’t kill her, which one of them would?

  Her eyes lowered. Her lips puckered with his size. His slick dick slipped in and out of her mouth, and she aggressively swallowed his size again.

  She couldn’t change the past, but she could cling to the moment because nothing was as good as this. Nothing!

  “Come here,” Jeff encouraged her, pulling her to him.

  He draped her arms over his back and held her. “Get my bag, Miles. We need to suit up before we play.”

  She’d been so caught up in the moment, she hadn’t thought about condoms. And would they care about condoms if they planned to get rid of her at a later time? Of course not!

  While Miles rummaged through Jeff’s bag, Connor slipped behind her, kissing her nape and massaging her back. “Feel good, baby?”

  “Hmm,” she muttered, losing herself in Jeff’s eyes.

  Why was she so attracted to Jeff? He was a murderer. He wasn’t any different from Ramone, or was he?

  She continued to question herself and her feelings. Jeff treated her differently than Ramone had. Didn’t that count for something?

  Jeff had explained himself and what his job entailed. Didn’t she feel reassured?

  “Relax, sweetheart,” Jeff whispered, rubbing her lips with his thumb.

  She was wet and they were horny. The best was yet to come.

  Jeff studied her with compassion in his eyes. He inhaled her like he couldn’t get enough, and Lord, how he touched her. His hands skated across her skin, and he pressed his lips to hers. His kiss became magnetic, one full of hunger. His touch brought about an electrifying current so powerful that she couldn’t break the connection if she tried.

  Connor reached around her shoulders and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him, and away from Jeff. He kissed the tip of her nose and then took her lips, stealing away with the opportunity to make love to her mouth. Their kiss was tender, sweet, delicious, and heated.

  She could trust Connor, couldn’t she? Hadn’t he warned her about Jeff because of his concern for her? Or was it something else? Envy, perhaps?

  When Miles returned to the bed, he tossed foil packets on the mattress. Connor kept kissing her. The sound of rubber popping in place over two cocks made her nerve endings come alive.

  “I want one of those nice and slow blowjobs, and if those two get carried away, don’t take your revenge out on me. No biting,” Connor teased.

  “Ye of little faith,” Jeff told him. “She’s all tongue and throat.”

  Everyone moved into a new position. Jeff found his place between her legs. Miles straddled her left thigh. Connor moved to the head of the bed. His cock dipped between her lips, and he released a heavy sigh when she took him, “Don’t watch them. Look at me.”

  The tips of two dicks spread her pussy and she freaked, at least for a second. She stopped sucking almost as quickly as she’d started. She held Connor in her hand, pumping his dick.

  “The pain will diminish once they stretch you,” Connor informed her, like making love with three men required extraordinary preparation. He stroked her cheek. His dick hung right at her parted lips.

  Miles and Jeff towered over her. They’d pressed against her entrance simultaneously, but then eased away. Jeff fingered her, pushing one finger inside her cunt and then another. Soon, he had three fingers locked inside her channel, working higher, probing deeper.

  “She’s milking my fingers like she can’t wait for this thing,” Jeff sa
id with a guttural tone. He withdrew his hand, fisted his cock, and in one fluid motion, his penis thrust inside her walls. “Damn, I was right,” he moaned out in apparent pleasure.

  “Look at me,” Connor mouthed, easing his cock into her mouth again.

  This time she took him to her throat and arched for Jeff, enjoying the way he stroked her. “That’s sweet,” Jeff muttered, catching a nipple in between his teeth. “Oh, God, baby. This is so good.”

  Paige twirled her tongue around the head of Connor’s erection. Jeff thrust inside her, nipping at her nipples while she toyed with Connor, refusing to give him the full benefits of a blowjob until Miles slipped inside her.

  Jeff’s hands hooked under her hips and he growled, moaning how he didn’t know if he could stop. Miles gripped Jeff’s shoulder and said, “Make room, buddy.”

  Another two thrusts, and Jeff slowly retreated. “You could’ve given me another minute.”

  Miles snarled. “I’m not feeling the patience right at the moment.”

  “You need to spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, honey,” Connor said, coaching her while screwing her mouth, sighs of pleasure seeping into the air with each and every thrust.

  She swallowed, swiped, licked, and teased, returning her focus to Connor while harnessing her fears. The genuine concern about accommodating two cocks quickly diminished.

  She trusted Connor. He comforted her with a precious smile and gentle eyes. Everything would be all right. In fact, she would enjoy pleasure like never before.

  “Here we go,” Miles said, providing a subtle warning. Connor thrust between her cheeks. Jeff and Miles pushed their cocks in place, both men swearing at the same time.

  She mumbled against Connor’s shaft, caressing him with her tongue and aware of the fact she might need to resume breathing at some point.

  Tolerable pain existed, but only for a minute. It was uncomfortable more than agonizing. The slow burn quickly became an exotic sensation, one certain to leave her forever ruined and craving similar carnal experiences.

  “That’s my girl,” Connor whispered, grinding against her mouth and chin, cupping the back of her head so she maintained a good angle.

  Men became so accommodating when they wanted their way.

  Jeff and Miles thrusting inside her was a special treat. Her body enveloped them, naturally welcoming the invasion of two penises. They allowed her to discover pleasure that was so much more than the dirty sex she’d endured in the past.

  They moved inside her pussy, rocking her to and fro, back and forth. Connor tweaked one nipple. Jeff took care of the other, devouring her body like the profound lust was changing into something far more than desire. Could she imagine falling in love with these men?

  “Oh, God,” she gulped, consuming Connor’s shaft again, taking him to her throat and sucking him as deliberately as possible. Was she falling for them or the sexual addiction she’d certainly have after this experience?

  Connor shut his eyes. He fucked her mouth, matching the rhythms his friends set when they claimed her body.

  The mattress shook. The headboard slammed. The bed rocked. And three grown men cried out like satisfaction only carried one name—hers!

  Chapter Thirteen

  Trony’s mouth twitched. He looked like he couldn’t wait to deliver more bad news.

  Ramone was beginning to think Trony was power-hungry and he was using Ramone’s personal crisis to bring him down. Others on his staff had warned him about Trony. He didn’t listen. Maybe he should’ve.

  “What is it now?” Ramone said, looking up from the basin and taking a sharp razor to his jaw.

  Trony cleared his throat. “You’re not going to like this.”

  “Spit it out, Trony. We don’t have time for a slow dance.”

  Trony grinned so wide five of his capped teeth glimmered in the bright bathroom lighting. “Your woman has been entertaining three men in the Presidential Suite.”

  Ramone rinsed the blade under the water. “If she’s entertaining, she’s serving tea and coffee on a silver platter. One thing I’m certain of—Paige will not sleep with three men. Implying something so absurd is a waste of my time.”

  “I thought you might feel that way,” Trony said, retrieving a cell phone from his shirt pocket. When he extended the compact model, he added, “After our men recorded this, they wondered why you didn’t share. Looks like your wife has a good thing going.”

  Ramone dropped the long blade in the sink, watching the pool of water devour the sharp point. Wiping his hand on the white, monogrammed towel, he was already provoked to anger by the noise coming from the phone. The slurping sounds of a blowjob delivered with too much enthusiasm poured into the room. He grabbed the phone and walked toward the bedroom.

  His wife, as Trony had suggested, looked completely entranced by the men taking her, fucking her, using her! He threw the phone across the room, and the small device shattered against the wall. “I want those men dead by this time tomorrow! Do you understand me?”

  “What about Mrs. Carpasia?”

  “What about her?”

  “She’s disrespected you, Ramone. You have to dispose of her.”

  Ramone whirled around on his heels. “I’ve lost one wife because of you. I won’t lose another.”

  Trony arched a brow. “With all due respect, Ramone, by the looks of that video, you’ve already lost your so-called wife. She did, in fact, file for divorce, or have you forgotten that?”

  “Divorce! Bah! I didn’t sign the damn papers.”

  “Can’t see where that matters,” Trony said. “After watching those scenes, you should have no doubts whatsoever. Mrs. Carpasia has moved on.”

  Ramone glared at Trony. Whose interest was he looking out for now?

  “She should die, Ramone.”

  “And she will,” he reported. “But she will not meet the same demise as Ramona. Oh, no, I have something special in mind for my estranged wife. If she likes these explicit exploits now, I’ll make sure she has some of the most memorable experiences of her life.”

  “I’d like to see that.”

  Ramone grinned. “You’ll not only see, you’ll participate. We’ll encourage our men to join us in welcoming Mrs. Ramone Carpasia back home.”

  “I’ll take care of her boyfriends.”

  “Make sure they know they’ve met their deaths because they took Mrs. Ramone Carpasia to their bed. I want those bastards to hear why they’re dying, and I want them to be told while you dismantle certain body parts.” Ramone grinned. “In fact, if you can salvage the recordings from that phone, be sure to play segments of their experience while they’re meeting their maker. Let’s drive home a point.”

  “And what point is that?” Trony said in a voice laden with sarcasm.

  “No one messes with Ramone Carpasia or the woman he loves!”

  Trony smirked. “Your idea of love some would translate as hate.”

  “I can love and despise the same woman at the same time.”

  “I imagine you can celebrate and grieve the death of the same woman at the same time, as well.”

  Ramone closed his eyes. Sweet Ramona. Why had he killed the only lover to ever completely sate his wicked and dark desires in the bedroom? Why had Trony convinced him she had to go?

  “Will there be anything else, Ramone?”

  “No,” he replied. At least, not yet. But soon, Trony would die the same way he’d encouraged Ramone to kill. That day was coming and the decision was reached because Trony forced his hand one too many times.

  * * * *

  Paige awoke feeling like she was wrapped in a cocoon. Jeff cradled her securely against his nude body. A thin white sheet covered them, but she felt warm, safe, and secure.

  She glanced around the room. The trail of clothing and shoes were long gone. When had Miles and Connor left?

  They’d left her spent. She’d dozed in and out of a fantasy world, dreaming about being in love—something she’d never been—and taking
care of these men like they belonged to her.

  What had she been thinking? She sat up abruptly, and Jeff jerked. She’d slept beside a paid assassin and fantasized about a make-believe world that didn’t exist for someone like her. A woman once married to the most notorious terrorist and mob boss in the world, that’s who she was, and women like Paige didn’t deserve a happy ending. Or did they?

  “Did you hear something?” Jeff asked, obviously startled.

  She held the sheet to her chest. “No, nothing.”

  His lips formed an easy smile when he dropped his head on the pillow next to hers. He stared at the ceiling for a long time. Then, all at once, he looked at her and said, “Are you ready to do this thing?”

  “What’s that?”

  He curved his arm around her waist again, like holding her was the most natural thing in the world. “This is it, Paige. The end of the line.”

  Her heart flew into rapid beats. Oh, God! Oh, God! He is going to kill me!

  What the hell had she been thinking? Why had she chosen to ignore this man’s reputation? Hadn’t Connor told her? Jeff was a cold-blooded killer, he’d said. He was ruthless, for God’s sake. And he never left a woman alive in his bed! That was his MO and she was as good as dead.

  He kissed her nose and cupped her face. What was he going to do? Strangle her? Place a pillow over her face and smother away her next breath and all those thereafter?

  Frantically, she looked around the room. None of her weapons were nearby. She was a goner.

  Paige had known the risks when she’d entered the hotel. She’d understood what was at stake. None of that mattered now. This was the last hour, the final minutes.

  Yes, these were the concluding seconds of a life she still wanted to live.

  Chapter Fourteen

  At the very least, Paige wanted to die with honor. She certainly hadn’t lived with any while married to Ramone.

  Jeff shifted beside her, placing his open palm to her stomach.

  “I’m ready,” she finally said, holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut. “Let’s get this over with.”