Three Hitmen: A Triple Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 2)

by Alice May Ball

  I devoured his tongue and melted into him in a shuddering torrent of longing. His fingers stroked my neck in a soft, fluttering caress as his other hand slapped me again, and I whimpered, pressing my tongue onto his, pushing our mouths to a deeper seal. I pressed so tightly against him, and he was so strong. I dissolved.

  “Tyler,” I looked at him, with all the sobriety that I could muster, while my knees shook and the wet heat between my thighs was insistent. It didn’t seem like enough seriousness, but it was all that I had, “I’m just coming out of a relationship, and I’m really not ready for another one yet.”

  “When you’re ready is the one time that good things never come along.”

  “Are you a good thing, Tyler?”

  “Good is one of the things that I can be, Sis. You might remember some of the other things.”

  “OK, are you still the kind of a guy that will do anything to fuck a girl until he’s had her, and then he doesn’t want to know her anymore?”

  “Absolutely not. Why would you think that?” A frown spread across his brow.

  “I don’t. I… I don’t know, I just want to check, Tyler. Because, if you were then that would really upset me, and we should fast-forward.”

  “We should fast forward to where you tell me what an ass I am and leave me watching your fabulous ass depart with your finger in the air?”

  “Mm, maybe not quite that far.” He wanted to play, so I could play, too. “Maybe just before that.” I bit my lip, “to the part where we fuck.”

  His face creased into a dark scowl. The look he gave me was so pained, I couldn’t bear it. And I’d made such an idiot of myself. I blustered, feeling hopeless and humiliated,

  “You don’t… What do you think… I mean,” I couldn’t stand it. “Oh, look, I have to go.”

  I turned and made for the door, almost crashing into a table on the way. How could I have made such a horrible mess of something that could have been… what could it have been?

  What could it ever have been with me around to trash it? Maybe I had screwed things up with Ant in some way, maybe it was me and not him. Maybe… maybe I should get out of there and jump in the damn…

  “WAIT!”

  I told myself, don’t stop. Keep going. Don’t allow yourself to be played and made a fool of. Not twice in two days. Go. GO! I stopped. I stood absolutely, obediently still and I waited for him. The world seemed to fall silent as I waited, frozen, rooted to the spot. I waited as the turmoil inside me swirled louder and every part of me clenched.

  I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck, and as his dark, musty scent drifted into my nostrils, I quaked. My knees almost gave way, as his dark voice breathed into my ear, “Come with me.”

  The launch waited, bobbing by the marina quayside. We stepped into the deck at the back, and I saw a big, dark silhouette in the wheelhouse. Tyler didn’t say a word, and we stood in the back as the boat took us out into the river to the huge yacht that brooded in the middle of the Hudson.

  Tyler led me aboard the yacht and inside. We went down wide steps into the sunken levels of a dark lounge. He led me across a thick, brown carpet to the middle of the floor. He held me by my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I trembled.

  “Ceris, I have a proposition for you.”

  Whatever I might have expected him to say, that wasn’t it.

  “Can you stand it if I ask you something very shocking?”

  I had sudden panic as I realized just how far away we were from the shore. Out on a boat, there was nobody to see or hear what might happen to you. Maybe I shouldn’t have come onto this boat.

  Whatever might happen to me out here, just a few hundred feet from the shore, nobody would ever know.

  “Brock came very close to you this morning in the park.” He could not be serious. He surely didn’t expect me to believe that ragged, homeless man was his brother. That was too ridiculous. “Are you ready to meet them again, Ceris?”

  I didn’t know what to say. As I drew a breath I heard a sound and I turned, then I shrieked as I jolted back. I leapt into Tyler’s arms, my head turned and my eyes wide. From the far sides of the room, the other two huge, golden-brown haired brothers padded slowly towards us.

  Their smiles were broad and their arms were open as they approached. I clung so tight to Tyler’s chest my fingers clutched and pulled on his soft shirt. My pulse thumped and I shouted, “Tyler!” as I shook in pleased surprise against his hard trunk.

  The brothers came closer, and I jumped against Brock, making him hold me. I threw my arms around him, pressed against his huge, strong body. My round, quivering ass felt small as his huge hands pulled me tight to him. My panties were hot and wet, and I trembled all over. He held me tight as I clung to him. Then he looked in my eyes.

  His voice was firm and insistent. “Calm yourself, now.” He set me on my feet in front of him. I jumped to grab Amon. I planted a kiss on his strong lips, and he held me tight. My body trembled against his.

  Tyler’s thick, dark voice made my thighs vibrate. “Brock, Amon and I,” and the other two brothers’ eyes blazed at me. Their dark eyes shone the color of dark honey.

  Brock’s mouth opened, and he said, “Who’s been stepping on my yacht?” his booming voice made me damp in my panties.

  Amon pressed closer and I felt his strong thighs against my legs. I trembled as his nearness warmed the insides of my thighs. I pressed back against Tyler as the heat rose and my juices welled inside my skirt. My body shook as his warmth heated my crotch. Amon grinned as he said, “Who’s been perfuming my cabin?”

  I was hot, and obscenely wet, down there. The three brothers stood a half a pace back. Their heavy heads lifted and they grinned with a mischief that I remembered from years before. And I remembered why they are so dangerous. Tyler’s hands held my shoulders.

  From behind me he said, “Now that we’re all reacquainted, let me leave you together for a moment.” And he left me alone with my two gorgeous stepbrothers. He went through a door and was gone.

  The air was thick with a strong, hot, feral scent that had a sweetness all of its own. The room itself had a delicate fragrance, like sandalwood or incense. I breathed heavily, my heart pounded, but I remained as I had been told. Briefly, I wondered about what I had let myself in for, but a kind of calm seeped through me.

  Brock, Amon and I looked at each other. The atmosphere in the room was charged, and tension played at the sides of their mouths. They licked their lips. It all reminded me of when we were much younger, when they would corner me in darkened rooms.

  How I feared those times. And how I craved them. Those moments when, for all three brothers, I would be everything.

  Through the narrow, dark-tinted windows around the dimly lit room, I saw the towers of Manhattan on one side, and the flat edifices of New Jersey on the other. If we were on land, it would be a three-minute walk away. Afloat, it was the other end of the universe.

  The brothers stared intensely at me and, with determination, I found that I could look back at them. I looked them in the eyes. Brock chewed his lip.

  Tyler returned with some things in his hand that looked like tassels or belts, and he put them on a table. Standing in front of me, he put his hands on my shoulders. I shook and I was fidgety. And I was uncomfortably hot.

  “Your fear will heighten your sensations and arousal. Have faith and all will be well. Better than well.” He looked at me seriously. “We have a need, my brothers and I,” his hand swept to indicate the other two triplets. “We need a woman.”

  I shuddered. Fear, uncertainty, apprehension and, I can’t deny it, an outrageous charge of thrill shook me to my core. “We need a woman to be our mate. We are in desperate need of an heir.” His eyes were serious as he watched me. He was serious, but still adorable. They reminded me very much of the eyes of the other two brothers. The brothers who watched me just as intently as Tyler did.

  He said, “Should I go on?”

  I looked from Tyler to each of t
he brothers. Their eyes all held the same look of eager anticipation. I couldn’t speak. I nodded, once.

  “To breed we will need to give you our…” his lips were tight as he paused, “our seed.” His lips pursed. “For the best chance of success, we will all need to give you our seed.”

  I gulped.

  His voice was very low, “Twice.”

  My eyes and my mouth must have popped wide.

  “The second expression is always the most fertile, and that is what we must give to impregnate you.”

  He let me think about it for a moment. Really, I didn’t know what to think. I should leave, right now. I should run. Or swim. I should get as far away from these three mad, gorgeous, lunatic brothers.

  “Will you agree?” His voice caught and his eyebrows arched together. Brock and Amon shuffled on the carpet. I remained still. And I nodded, once. All three of their faces broke out into delicious smiles.

  “I shall need to prepare you.” I had a sense of what would come next from the straps and clips on the leatherwork he had fetched.

  His hands stroked down my arms to take my hands. As his nostrils flared, I heard him draw breath, and he seemed to inhale the scent of my hair. He turned my palms upward and stroked the insides of my forearms.

  Both brothers leaned in to watch closely. The tingles that played all over my body made me I shiver. My thick, heavy breath made my breasts heave, and my nipples were sore, rubbing as they swelled and tightened inside my bra.

  Tyler stroked my sides, my ribs and then, slowly, my breasts and I quivered from my knees to my chest. I could smell my own heat rising, as well as feeling it welling in my panties. All of my sensitive parts tingled.

  He was so near that his heat seared through my dress. His firm, pulsing arousal was swelling, and I felt it against my stomach. His head bowed as he began to unbutton the front of my dress. I flinched, but he froze and looked swiftly up and into my eyes. Brock snorted.

  My eyes widened and I gave the tiniest nod. He continued. When he had my dress undone all the way down, hanging open, my arms wanted to fling themselves across my chest and my stomach, to cover myself. To protect myself from the stares of my hungry brothers.

  He seemed to sense it, as his damned grin stretched a little tighter. He paused for a moment while I gained control of myself. Gently, tenderly, he lifted my dress from my shoulders and pulled it down my arms and away, with a gesture more like he was removing an old dustsheet from a work of art, long lost from view.

  Brock watched me with a searing intensity. Amon shuffled on the carpet. His huge hands flexed as though they could tear the rug to shreds in a single move. His dark brown eyes flickered all over my body.

  Tyler stood back to survey the result of my exposure. His eyes travelled up my legs, over my hips, across my quivering stomach and slowly up to my heaving breasts. Slowly then, his gaze slid up the length of my neck, and finally his sapphire eyes gleamed into mine.

  A shock like a bolt of electricity shook me. His thumb and finger took a hold of my bottom lip, pulled it out, and he watched me as he squeezed it. He paced a wide circle around me, stalking like a large animal might, his eyes on me the whole time, burning with hunger.

  As he prowled around me, I felt his eyes roam, over every part of me. Standing, shaking, in my shoes and underwear, I felt like both a specimen and a treasure. With no idea of what was to come, I felt completely in his control.

  Two senses of abandon overcame me. All of my attachments were lost and gone, and I was bare and revealed, free and open to whatever may come. His voice poured warm on his breath, like a dark syrup from behind me and into my ear.

  “Move your legs apart a little.” As I did, I heard him pick something up from the table. The briefest swish announced the smarting thwack on my buttock, exactly where he had smacked me in the café. My eyes popped wide and I let out a squeak. He was close behind me. Brock moved nearer.

  I felt Tyler’s breath on my neck, his hard chest against my shoulders and his cock pressed against my clenching bottom. I was woozy. It was like that in the café, but this time was so much more powerful. I said, “I hate that, being smacked. But it’s intensely arousing. What’s going on?”

  “AHA! Ceris, my fiery Italian beauty, you learn fast. We can progress rapidly.”

  “Now I’m afraid.” I was joking, and I wasn’t. I was afraid, but it excited me and I wanted to go on. I trusted him.

  “Excellent.” Brock came nearer and stood in front of me, close, watching attentively. He lifted my chin and peered into my eyes.

  Tyler spanked me again. I couldn’t see what he was using on me. It was something hard and flat. He smacked me again. The sound, the sharp thwack, was becoming exciting to me. This was like some deep, dark door opening inside me.

  As whatever it was slapped repeatedly on my buttocks, an intense pleasure spread like fire within me. I was gasping for breath. The petals of my sex trembled, and I shook from my core.

  He tenderly undid my bra and removed it, casting it aside.

  His fingers slid around to my stomach, down to my mound, slipped farther, and pressed against my clit through the fabric of my panties. They were hot and soaked now, the lips of my sex quivering with need. I gasped as he pressed and stroked rhythmically between my thighs.

  Brock’s nose lifted and his nostrils flared. Keeping my knees from buckling took all of my concentration. Brock moved aside and Tyler came around and knelt in front of me. His kisses fluttered on my soft, shaking stomach. And down. Down. He sighed as his lips tasted the wetness soaking through the crotch of my underwear. He teased with his tongue, and he sucked. My back arched and he looked up, sharply.

  “Don’t. Move. Sis.”

  His mouth went back onto me, between my legs, working me, playing me. Rivers of sensation sprang through all of my body and, though I kept my position steady, I couldn’t keep from trembling.

  When I had let out a long, yearning moan of hopeless rapture, he stood. His blue eyes sparkled with a cold, dark fire as he took my nipples between his strong fingers. First, he teased and pulled them. As the waves of pleasure rippled all the way to my pelvis and my clenching thighs, my nipples hardened. Then he pinched them.

  I yelled and bent over. He let go and waited for me to recover. I was breathless, tingling and quaking all over. When I was able to stand, I felt his warmth right in front of me, his ever hotter, ever harder cock straining through his pants to get at me. He took my nipples again. He had little clamps with leather pads inside their jaws, and the sight of them terrified me.

  He smiled as he said, “Soon, you won’t need the pads,” and he snapped them onto my nipples. I yelled, and collapsed to the floor. First the pain sliced into me, sharp, blinding, then it faded; there was a moment of bright, searing nothingness, and it settled to a low pulsing ache. As it passed, I found that the shock had been much greater than the pain.

  I could bear the pain. Not easily, but I could bear it. It rose and fell in intensity, and a thrill followed behind it. Slowly I stood to resume my position, my knees shaking, my nipples stinging, but with an incredible force of unfamiliar pleasure welling in my pelvis. As I stood, fighting the sensations to get some kind of composure, he leaned to speak so gently into my ear, “Can you bear it?”

  It was hard to speak, but I did manage to say, “Yes. I can bear it.” And then I surprised myself by saying, “It’s good.” I bit my lip. The other two brothers sniffed deeply.

  Tyler knelt to return his mouth to my aching V. Slowly, softly, he slid my panties down, touching them against my legs all the way to my ankles, so that I felt every centimeter as they fell. The faint touch of my flimsy underwear was such a contrast to the searing pain in my nipples that the two sensations were like a dark symphony in counterpoint.