“Corner, now, sub.”
“Why?”
“You didn’t ask for my permission before you went to the bathroom with Drake and I think you need to stand in the corner and give that some thought.”
“Are you for real?”
Drake smirked.
“You were in on this?”
“Guilty as charged.”
“It wasn’t planned,” Cade said. “Don’t let them fool you. Drake has just been around the lifestyle long enough to know how to cause some trouble.”
“And if I don’t stand in the corner?”
“There’s a nice spanking bench over there.”
She sashayed over to the nice spanking bench in question. She leaned over the cushioned seat and grabbed hold of the legs. “Well?” She shook her behind. “What are you waiting for?”
Cade grabbed the sport-style wooden paddle from the bed. “Well I’m sure not waiting on Scott to give me permission. I’m busting your ass for giving Drake head first.”
“You didn’t ask.”
“I won’t ask, honey, but you soon will.”
Chapter Twenty
Cade was right. She would soon ask. She’d plead. She’d grovel.
As soon as he took that paddle and busted her bottom, her exotic moans confirmed his thoughts, fed his lust. She’d have a blister or two to remember him by, but he wanted to leave a lasting impression.
The thwacking of the paddle made him curse his inner voice. He was going to love her. There was no in-between. There wasn’t a what-if or a maybe to consider. He was straight up falling head over heels for this woman and he couldn’t do anything about it.
To make matters worse, she enjoyed her punishment. The elegant moans tumbling from her lips made his cock jump, his balls tighten.
When he finished spanking her, he tossed the paddle aside and chose a strawberry-flavored balm and worked his fingers into her muscles, attempting to leave her with a memorable massage to make up for the paddling. Afterward, he helped her to her feet and kissed her, stroking her tongue until she sighed into the kiss, whispering all sorts of promises if he’d only take her to bed and fuck her.
“What secrets are you telling over there, sub?” Scott stroked his cock and gritted his teeth. His eyes were encased by dark shadows. His body, rigid. “Tell me.”
Cade wondered if Scott would ever be able to watch another man fuck his woman or make a significant claim to his sub. Reading too much into their rendezvous stipulations, Cade blew out a quick breath when Scott tossed him a condom and rolled one on his own prick as well.
“You know what to do, sub,” Scott rasped, touching her cheek and placing a small tube of lube in her hand.
Drake joined them then, too, but he didn’t suit up with intentions of playing. Maria chose a flavored lubricant and pressed the tip to her lips, tasting the vanilla flavoring before she doused her palms in the oily substance.
Her comfort level with them made it seem as if they’d been together a hundred nights before. She evenly spread around her attention, showing favor to one and then another before going to Scott and crawling up the length of his body.
“Can I fuck you, Sir?”
“Now?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ve been a good girl.”
A loud and masculine roar fell to the room and the carnal heat between them kicked up another notch. Scott grabbed her arms and yanked her forward, spreading his legs wide so she could position herself between them. Drake knelt next to them and Cade settled in behind her.
“Be easy with her,” Scott said, giving Cade a direct order.
Cade grabbed another tube of lube and ran the tip down the seam of her ass, working the small nozzle between her cheeks and squeezing a little around her outer rim. He rubbernecked it enough to study the pulsing hole, admiring the tight pucker, the place he’d soon invade.
Then, he pushed his finger inside her, stretching and preparing her for the sexing in store.
“Scott,” she whimpered. Her hips shimmied a bit.
“I told you to be easy,” Scott bit out, brushing her hair out of her face.
Scott kissed her then as if he were the only greedy lover in the room. His lips traveled the length of her neck and he seemed to lose himself in those full breasts before he let out a moan and dragged her forward once more.
“Turn your head and look at Drake. Let him guide you, baby.” Scott gripped her torso and thrust inside her all at once. His face beamed as he rotated his hips, clearly working his cock deeper.
Her head snapped back and Drake grabbed hold of her hair. She let out a yelp and he held her against his cock, pushing inside her mouth all at once.
The moans and slurping noises were Cade’s undoing. He wiggled his finger higher, slipping between her cheeks until his hand was lodged between her two firm globes.
His cock lengthened. His balls bunched. God help him, he was liable to slip between her cheeks and stay there a good while.
The facts, however, weren’t as sexy or as true. He pushed against her bottom and slipped inside, maneuvering his cock from side to side until he was buried to the hilt and fighting for space.
“We’re hurting her.” Scott pulled out.
Drake backed away from her mouth. “Are you okay, baby?”
“God, yeah,” she whispered, kissing his cockhead. “I’m just…”
Scott slowly entered her again and drew out her soft, womanly cries. They apparently locked in this gaze only he could interpret. No words were uttered. No permissions granted.
He nodded once at Cade. Maria pushed back, shaking her perfect ass like a tempting gift only she could give him.
With her encouragement, he slipped inside her back entrance. Scott pulled out. Drake held her chin and stared longingly into her eyes.
God, Drake was toast. Cade could easily detect the connection they all had, but Drake?
He glanced at his buddy. Yep, Drake was one whipped man.
“All together, baby?” Drake asked, guiding her mouth to his dick.
When she didn’t respond, Cade smacked her red bottom, admiring the way she bucked and moaned under the surprise impact. “Answer him, sweetness.”
“Yes, together. God yes.”
“You heard the lady,” Cade said. “Altogether it is.”
Drake thrust between her cheeks. Scott and Cade claimed their spots simultaneously. They fucked her like they’d taken her together for years and years, but what surprised Cade most was the way Scott changed as they claimed her. It was as if every stroke only deepened his love for a woman he’d willingly chosen to share. Still, Cade couldn’t help but wonder if this night would be the only night Scott would willingly allocate her time with them.
Fucking her harder then, Cade tried to remind himself to take her slow. He couldn’t rip inside her channel as if he were the only man in her bed.
She bucked against him and he drove his cock inside her ass. He screamed out her name as the end drew near.
Her rim clenched around his cock. He smacked her again, loving the way she squeezed him as he spanked her, fucked her, and claimed his earned space deep inside her passage.
Her mouth bowed with Drake’s size. Her skin looked flushed from the good loving. Perspiration peppered her forehead. God help them all if one night was all they had.
One night would never be enough.
One night had simply changed his life.
* * * *
Maria awoke with a start. “Somebody is here.”
Scott rubbed his right eye and dragged her against him. “Where?”
She pushed away from the bed and grabbed her clothes. “Hurry. Get dressed.”
Drake mumbled and rolled over. At some point during the night Cade must’ve made his way to the sofa and he was now sitting up, rubbing his jaw and blinking his eyes.
“Honey, it’s the middle of the night,” Drake said.
“Just because we fucked, don’t start this ‘honey’ bullshit with me. If I tell you someone is here, you listen.”
Drake was upright and dressing before Cade and Scott finished snapping their jeans and they had a head start. After a dick-dance, Drake was apparently willing to do whatever she told him.
“Do you have any idea how pissed I’ll be if this is a false alarm?” Cade asked, shoving his Glock behind his back.
Scott said, “She’s a light sleeper. Take it as the gospel until we have reason to believe—”
A soft knock landed on the door. “Maria?” A woman’s voice resounded. Another knock quickly followed. “Maria, it’s Marianna. Please open up.”
Drake’s eyes widened. “She’s the one responsible for David?” He hurried to the door and swung it wide before Maria had time to warn him about her venomous sister.
He’d read the intelligence. He knew the reputation of her brother’s dangerous gang, a gang her sister was embedded in as well. He’d obviously underestimated his opponent.
Her sister didn’t wait for an invitation. She pushed right inside their suite, entering with another man.
Maria slung her body around, drawing her gun from the nearby dresser and facing them before she thought of the consequences. Marianna’s bodyguard drew his weapon, too.
“Oh dear,” Marianna drawled. “We’ve caught my sister with her wet panties bunched around her ankles and she’s pissed off and looking for revenge.” Marianna worked Scott over with a good hard look. “Damn, Maria. I can see why you’re so fussy. Your taste has definitely improved. Marvio told me he looked like a SEAL but he didn’t tell me he looked like a god, too.”
“What do you want, Marianna?” Only then did Maria notice that Scott, Cade, and Drake had also drawn their weapons.
She wouldn’t have expected anything less.
“I was just passing through and thought I’d stop in and say hi.” She tossed up her hand and laughed like she was the funniest drama queen since reality television first introduced a few.
“Passing through?” Maria narrowed her gaze. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Around four, I think?” She walked over to Cade. “And who might you be, Popeye?”
He snarled. “What kind of sister disrespects the other’s privacy and barges into her private suite in the middle of the night?”
Marianna smiled. She reached in her pocket and retrieved a keycard. Waving it front of his face, she said, “Dominique and I are old friends.” She scoured the room and sighed dramatically. “But I would agree with your sentiments. What kind of sister ignores the other’s need for privacy?”
“Wait a minute.” Maria was stumped. “This is your suite?”
“Yes, darling.” Marianna strolled across the room and grabbed the remote control. Fiddling with the settings, she turned to her guard and snapped her fingers. “For God’s sake, Frank, put away the gun. You’ve all shown one another your toys. Now it’s my turn for show and tell.”
Scott eased closer. He placed a possessive hand at the small of Maria’s back.
“Maria, where are your manners?” She turned to the men, aimed the remote at the television, and said, “I’m Marianna. I’m Maria’s twin sister.”
“You don’t say,” Scott muttered, catching a scornful look from Marianna.
About that time, the television blared with the sounds of fucking. “Oh here we go.” She smiled sweetly as the caption showed Scott plunging inside Maria.
Marianna struck a pose and propped the remote under her chin, but kept her gaze pinned to Scott. “Your face was wrinkled while you were fucking her. I wonder, Scott—it is Scott, right—when you’re sharing a woman, does it get all cramped up in there?”
“You fucking bitch!” Maria rushed her, but Scott caught her around the waist.
“Easy, kitten,” he rasped. “We don’t know who she brought along for this party.”
Wiggling against him, she glared at Marianna, who seemed all the more amused. She hit a button and the images unfolded in fast-forward.
“Okay so we’ve met Scott,” Marianna slowly drawled. “Let’s stop here and say hello to…oh yes here it is.” She studied the television and then looked at Cade and made a pathetic face, one wrought with a mix of disgust and malice. “I know they say backdoor guests are best, but really now. Don’t you think it’s a little dark and messy back there when there are so many activities going on at one time?”
“You are a fucking cunt,” Cade said.
“Ah now, play nice,” Marianna sang, shaking her finger at him. “I’m just here to offer my services.”
“And what services are you selling exactly?” Cade asked, glaring at her as if he could kill her with both hands.
An evil laugh resounded. “That’s funny, darling, but believe me when I tell you. If we’re whoring out bartering options, you’ve got the wrong sister if you’re looking at me.”
Maria snarled. The past came within a breath of destroying her. Her instant recall tossed her back ten or more years and she wasn’t there in that private fetish club suite then. Oh no, she was down on bended knee, crawling across a dirt floor after sucking cock for a week’s worth of dinners for her family, her siblings.
Scott, all too aware of her past, squeezed her nape. “Don’t go there with her, baby. Stay with me.”
She shook free of his grip and glared at the sister she’d once adored, cherished, and loved. Where had she gone wrong? What had made Marianna into this venomous creature, a soulless character with a pretty face and wicked heart?
“You must want something,” Drake muttered.
“We’ll get to that,” Marianna assured him, hitting fast-forward once more. “Drake, don’t panic honey, we’ve got you in here, too. I’d never leave out one of Maria’s handsome fellas.”
She paused on one image and then another. Each time, she took a little longer studying the acts displayed in colorful frames.
“Why are you doing this?” Maria’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Because bad little girls need to learn their lessons so they don’t repeat the same mistakes twice, Maria.” Marianna shook her head rapidly. “Didn’t you ever pay attention to what our uncles taught us?”
Maria stilled. She shook all over as the reminder of her past was thrown out like garbage, strewn all over the place so everyone present could capture the stench of it.
Marianna’s evil gaze bore into her then. “I’m surprised at you, sister. After the way you were passed around as a young adult, one would think you wouldn’t want a man, much less three of them in your bed.” She hit play again. “This is the one I think the world will absolutely love.”
The image of Drake shooting off in Maria’s mouth drove her over the edge and Maria collapsed on a chair behind her. Scott grabbed the remote from Marianna’s hand and swung his arm at the door. “Out.”
“This is my place, Mr. Zelmore. If anyone should leave, it’s you and that whore you brought in here with you.”
“I’ve heard enough!” Drake bellowed.
Acting dramatically bored, Marianna sighed and nodded at her bodyguard who immediately stepped in front of her.
“I’ve heard enough out of you, too,” Drake ground out, glaring at Marianna’s sidekick as if he could kill him without thinking twice.
The guard had yet to speak, but he grunted and flashed a mouthful of gold teeth.
Cade pursued her then. “What is it that you want exactly?”
“Sit down, Popeye. I’m in charge here. And the negotiations are set to begin.” She smirked at Maria. “Unfortunately, our dear brother didn’t see this little video as an opportunity for ransom.” Marianna perked right up. “The good news? I can make you a superstar. Even amateur porn stars need a little media love, darling.” She studied her manicured nails. “The bad news is…well, let’s just call a spade a spade. Your actions here tonight will cost you.” She scowled. “A lot.”
She nodded at the burly fellow beside her. He opened the door and a geeky looking fellow loped inside the room toting a laptop. He made himself comfortable in the sitting are
a, pulling up a video networking community and an email account.
“What is all this?” Maria asked, standing behind Marianna’s pawn.
“The choice is yours, Maria. It’s really simple, you see. Either the whole world gets to watch you play in your very own home movie or—and I love this option—that cocky boss of yours will receive his own personalized copy of you and your fellows here—all of whom are on his payroll I understand.”
“I don’t work for—”
“Don’t underestimate me, Maria. I have zero tolerance for you now and even less respect.”
“She’s bluffing,” Cade said.
Maria and Scott exchanged a knowing glance.
“Why would you put a video out there for the world to see when you look just like her?” Cade asked.
Marianna sighed dramatically. “One, it’s very clear who you have in your beds. You each refer to her as Maria on countless occasions. Two, I want Maria to know the extent of true betrayal.” Her eyes darkened. “I want her to know what happens when she turns on the family that protected her.”
“I have a slightly different variation of that story,” Maria said, studying her sister. For a split second, she thought she caught a glimpse of the old Marianna, the sister who had loved her, the sister who had looked up to her, and had once known the extent of her pain. Marianna had known how traumatized Maria had been. She’d understood the sacrifices Maria had made in order to feed their family.
“Don’t do this,” Maria pleaded, hating that she had resorted to groveling for her privacy.
Marianna’s demeanor turned stone cold. “Like I said, the choice is yours. Make it.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Maria was quiet and Scott knew from experience what a silenced Maria represented. After he’d spoken up and made the decision for the team to send Donovan the footage, Maria had blasted Marianna for her vicious nature, her desire to ruin everything wholesome and pure.
The drive back to Parker gave Scott time to think. He was proud of Maria. She didn’t make excuses or apologies for her decisions. In fact, after Marianna’s geeky friend made a show out of sending his email, Maria was a symbol of strength and pride, but what stood out more than anything was her willingness to defend the men she’d taken to her bed.
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