The Vault Box Set

by Summers, Eden

  She nodded, slightly relieved at his statement.

  “But my ego needs to be fed.” The corner of his lips lifted, making her chest pound with his sexy confident smirk. “I want them to see your beautiful body. I want them to take notes on how fucking amazing I make you feel. I want their gaze on your face as you come undone by my hands, or my mouth, or my cock. I want them delirious with the need to have you.”

  She shuddered, feeling the exposed skin all over her body break out in shivering gooseflesh.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  She bit her tongue to fight back the hell no. “Not when you’re smirking like the cat that got the cream.”

  “But I do have the cream, gorgeous.” His grin increased as he slid a hand between them, spreading her slick, sensitive flesh. “I just need you to trust me so I can get the chance to taste it.”

  Her breath hitched as he sunk his fingers deeper, gliding his thumb over her clit. “Okay,” she gasped. “Okay.” Okay, okay, okay. She nodded and licked her lips, dying for more. One touch was all she required to make her succumb. One touch and one wickedly sexy grin and she was all his.

  “That’s my girl.”

  He leaned in for a demanding kiss. His tongue penetrated her mouth with the same delicious rhythm of his fingers in her pussy. She clung to him, one hand around his neck, the other on his biceps, and let sensation take away her insecurities.

  When he pulled back, she was panting, rocking her hips in need for more.

  “T.J., get the cuffs.”

  “What?” Her gaze shot to T.J. at the bedside table to her left, then over to Brute who took a seat on the mattress to her right, before snapping back to Leo. “Cuffs aren’t necessary.” She shook her head, pleading with her gaze. She had too much pride to plead aloud. If they were alone it would be different, but she had to regain some level of backbone to prove to the others she was worthy.

  “They are until you lose that frightened look in your eyes.”

  “I assure you, cuffs won’t help.”

  T.J. softly chuckled and the impact of the sound stunned her. She glanced over to him, to the sweet gentleness in his wistful smile and knew she was safe. He had yearning in his eyes, just like Leo, and she supposed Brute had it somewhere too, under all those layers of brutality. They’d lost hope in finding the women to complete them and needed hope to move forward. She was that hope.

  Silently, she raised her arm to T.J., letting the gentle touch of his hand work the cold metal around her wrist. He held her gaze as he locked it in place and then lightly ran his fingers from her wrist to her elbow before backing away to throw the other set of cuffs to Brute.

  She didn’t want to turn her gaze to the smug bastard. He’d had his fun with her underwear earlier. She could imagine how he would torment her once this moment was over. So instead of looking at him, she raised her arm in his direction and stared at Leo as an unfamiliar touch worked its way around her skin. Fingers tickled her wrist, working higher over her palm, spreading her fingers before moving back down again.

  “He needs you to acknowledge his presence,” Leo murmured.

  Too bad. She raised her chin and worked her lower lip between her teeth, waiting for the delicate touch to end. Brute was her friend, a great guy hiding behind an asshole persona. One glance could ruin the connection they had and she was already risking enough with Leo.

  Leo chuckled. “Well, just so you know, he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

  Her eyes widened as Brute’s fingers continued to travel along her arm, from the tingling flesh around her elbow, to her biceps and finally her shoulder. She held her breath, wrapping her legs around Leo’s waist for grounding, willing herself not to break.

  Her skin burned in the wake of Brute’s touch along her neckline, slowly down her sternum. She began to pant, caught between enjoying the lust wracking her body and the determination not to break so their relationship wasn’t catapulted into another turbulent atmosphere.

  “Shay,” Brute’s deep voice called.

  She shook her head, fighting hard to calm herself.

  “Shay.” This time his voice was louder, and he drifted his fingers to the tingling flesh below her breast. “Look at me.”

  “Why?” She directed her frown at Leo. “You don’t want me here.” The truth escaped her lips. He’d warned her away from Leo when she was first employed and again last night. Subconsciously, his rejection had already cut deep.

  “No.” He let the force of his word sink in before he continued. “I don’t want you hurt in here.”

  She looked at him then, at the way his scowl had softened into something like regret.

  “I don’t want to see you walk away like every other woman each of us have cared about.”

  That’s not what their conversations had been about. Or was it? She scrutinized him, seeing the honesty in his features. Had his disapproval been out of protection for her?

  “I’m a big girl.”

  He inclined his head. “I know, and that’s why seeing you so shaken is hard to take.” His touch travelled over her ribs and then dropped from her side. “I’m here to protect you. To make sure this guy doesn’t fuck up, okay?”

  Her lips tilted. “Okay.”

  “I won’t fuck up,” Leo interrupted and pulled back from her body.

  She winced at the exposure, sensing the weight of three heated gazes rake her from head to toe. Leo stood at the foot of the bed, devouring her with his eyes as he unclasped the button at his waistband, lowered his zipper and pushed his pants to the floor.

  His erection tented the front of his boxers, making her mouth salivate, her restrained hands clench. He lowered the last piece of material covering his body and let his cock bob against his abdomen as he shucked his underwear.

  “Time for the cat to get the cream,” he drawled.

  He fucking drawled at her with smooth male arrogance and then crawled back onto the mattress and parted her thighs. He had no inhibitions, no shyness, no doubt. He was in his element, his eyes alight with determination.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” He sat back on his haunches, staring down at her exposed flesh.

  She pulled against her restraints and winced at the bite of pain to her wrists. In an instant, she had Leo’s attention, and T.J. and Brute were at her cuffs, easing the skin around her holdings.

  “I’m fine.” She looked at each of them in turn. She’d never been adored before, never been fawned over or taken care of like this. “I’m not going to break.”

  “Good. Because I’m just getting started.” Leo lowered between her thighs, placing his mouth an inch away from her pussy, letting the brush of his breath tickle her skin. “Wrap your legs around my shoulders.”

  She did as instructed, as fast as she could, hoping he wouldn’t hold back from sinking his tongue between her folds. The first stroke down her core sent her back arching off the bed, her hands pulling at the restraints again. Caress after slow, sweeping caress, he tasted her, making her pant and wish she could run her hands through his hair and hold him in place.

  “More,” she pleaded. “Please.” Her embarrassment at the compulsion to beg disappeared. She’d grovel for deeper penetration if she had to. She just wanted more. She tugged at the restraints in annoyance, not caring at the pain it caused her wrists. It provided a much needed relief from the torture Leo was lavishing on her body.

  “Release her hands,” Leo demanded. “She’s going to hurt herself.”

  She straightened in relief, eager to touch every hard inch of his flesh. T.J. and Brute did as instructed, yet the restriction on her arms remained. T.J. entwined his fingers with hers and pressed down on her left hand while Brute held tight to her right. They climbed on the bed at her sides, watching in silence as Leo went back to devouring her pussy.

  She squeezed T.J.’s fingers the closer she came to orgasm. Never would she have thought she’d be relieved to have all three of her bosses around to share the most sens
ual experience of her life. Without them it would still be profound—her taking a chance and giving herself to Leo—but now her pleasure was heightened, and more importantly, she felt at home around these men.

  Each time Leo’s fingers entered her, her gaze glanced from one man to the next. All their focus was dedicated to her body, to the way she began to writhe her hips. Their attention was addictive. She ground her pelvis harder, moaned a little louder every time Leo hit that perfect spot, and enjoyed the buzz of exhilaration that came with the flare of a nostril, the narrowing of a gaze or the tensing of a jaw.

  Brute moved closer, leaning into her neck. The brush of his light beard was enough to escalate her lust and bring her closer to the edge.

  “I knew you’d be like this,” he murmured in her ear. “Receptive. Sensitive. And a fucking treasure to behold.”

  Oh God. She gasped. Dirty talk would send her over the edge and she didn’t want to fly just yet. Leo’s touch was enough, the brush of his fingers moving in and out, the suction of his mouth settling over her clit. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think with the delicious words flittering into her mind, Brute’s breath tickling her neck.

  “What I wouldn’t give to be between those thighs, lapping your cream, nipping your skin.” He nuzzled the sensitive skin below her ear with the tip of his nose. “Leo’s a lucky son of a bitch.”

  She whimpered. Leo wasn’t the lucky one. With her thighs tense with pleasure, her wrists held down by two drool-worthy men and her sex on the brink of detonation, she was the one getting the better end of the deal.

  “I want to watch you come all over his mouth.”

  Fuck… The world faded, light turned to black, and she screamed as her orgasm hit hard. They held her down, Leo placing pressure on her hips, and T.J. and Brute at her wrists. She bucked, her core clenching out of control while her legs squeezed tight and her eyes clamped shut. Her breasts were on fire, her heart full and rapidly beating.

  Leo didn’t stop as her pleasure simmered, the heavy bursts of climax receding to a lesser tingling sensation. Her legs fell limp around him, her arms no longer fighting her restraint and then finally he backed away. She lazily opened her eyes, a smile tilting her lips, and found him on his haunches staring down at her. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, just continued to gaze at her with an emotion she couldn’t pinpoint.

  The pressure on her wrists vanished, allowing her to sit up on her elbows. “What’s wrong?”

  He inhaled deep and remained quiet.

  “Petrova lost for words.” Brute smirked. “It must be love.”

  Shay glanced at Brute in surprise and then straight back to Leo. His chin was jutted, his shoulders straight as she stared at him in disbelief.

  “No.” She shook her head. He didn’t love her. He had feelings for her, lusted after her, but not love. Not yet.

  Leo raised a brow, his glistening lips parting ever so slightly.

  Speak to me. She needed an answer, wouldn’t breathe until she had one. “You don’t.” Do you?

  He leaned down, circled her waist and pulled her to his lap. She ignored the hardness pressing against her pubic bone and scrutinized the intensity in his eyes. “Leo?”

  “Hmm?” He blinked as if awoken from a daze. “What, gorgeous?”

  “You don’t love me.”

  The side of his lips tilted. “Are you asking, or telling?”

  “I don’t know.”

  He licked his lips, casually stroked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled. “Why are you so nervous at the thought of me loving you?”

  Because you’re Leo Petrova, the man of my dreams and creator of fantasies.

  “Shay?”

  Her focus turned to the door as it closed with a click. They were alone. T.J. and Brute had wordlessly left them in privacy.

  “Shay?” Leo gripped her chin and turned her back to those penetrating blue-green eyes. “Are you scared that I love you?”

  She snapped a hand over her mouth, covering a gasp. She’d never been here before, not only the sex club or a private room alone with three men, but having her feelings reciprocated. It was always a needy guy chasing her or her lusting over someone out of her league. Now she was in the arms of the man she’d given her heart to long ago, and he was returning it with his own.

  “Hey.” He gently pushed her hand away and ran a delicate thumb over her bottom lip. “The Shay I know wouldn’t cry over a guy.”

  “I’m not crying.” She was just trying to hide her hyperventilated breaths.

  His smile grew the longer he gazed into her eyes. “I believe you.”

  For long moments, they sat in comfortable silence, gazing at one another, her heart growing fuller with each passing second. She’d always known Leo Petrova was a special man. Now she knew why. He was hers.

  He lowered his hands from her face and gripped her around the waist. The instant the head of his cock nudged her entrance, the warmth of love suffusing her body turned into burning desire.

  “Ready for your turn?” Shay gave him a wicked grin.

  “I’ll always be hard for you, but this isn’t about turns.” He reached back, picked up the row of condoms from the mattress and sheathed himself. “I’d be happy to bring you pleasure for the rest of my life without getting it in return.”

  She relaxed into him and hovered her lips a bare inch from his. “I call bullshit.”

  He chuckled. “Okay. So maybe I’m a little delusional. But that’s your fault. You’ve made me crazy with the need to make you happy.”

  “I’ve been crazy for you for too long to remember.”

  “A stubborn woman like you?” He raised a brow. “You just wanted to get into my pants.”

  He leaned forward, laying her softly on the bed.

  “Your heart, too,” she murmured, then bit her lip waiting for his reaction. Even after his declaration, she still didn’t feel comfortable sharing her feelings. He seemed too good to be true. Like a mirage about to disappear the closer they became.

  He rolled her to her side and moved in behind her, settling the hardness of his body against her back. His hand found her hip and he delicately stroked the sensitive skin as he nuzzled her hair.

  “You’re there, Shay. You’re mine, and no matter how scared you get, we’ll work through it together.” His shaft glided through the slick arousal of her pussy, nudging into her in tiny, teasing increments.

  “I won’t let either of us run.” He slid home, ramming into her in a harsh, deep thrust.

  They moaned in unison, and she craned her neck, allowing Leo to take her mouth in an equally strong kiss. This time, their connection was lazy and romantic. The pleasure building because of devotion and adoration. He treasured her, kissing her shoulder, slowly stroking her clit. They made love like a couple with a future, not two people expecting to be torn apart at any given moment.

  “I can’t believe this is happening.” Her heart fluttered, her limbs were alive with arousal. Relief washed through her at the way the early morning had turned out. She’d jumped from the cliff and come out soaring.

  “Believe it, gorgeous.” He nuzzled her neck, never stopping the delicious sweep of his hips. “Because I never let go of what’s mine.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Leo reached for Shay’s hand as they made their way from the bathroom and strolled into the main room of Vault of Sin. T.J. and Brute were seated at the bar, waiting, watching them approach. They hadn’t stuck around to shoot the breeze. They were here for Shay, to make sure she was all right. And Leo was happy they’d had the balls to do so. It took a lot for any of them to show weakness toward a woman, and that was exactly what they were doing—showing Shay they cared.

  “We cool?” Brute took a sip from his scotch glass.

  Leo glanced at Shay and raised a brow.

  “What?” she whispered.

  “He’s askin’ you, gorgeous.”

  “Oh.”

  The tops of her cheeks darkened, making his cock stir to li
fe again. Shay wasn’t the embarrassed type, and seeing her flustered was like a shot of adrenaline to his dick.

  “Yeah.” She gave a breathy chuckle. “We’re cool.”

  “You did good, Shay,” Brute offered.

  “Oh, thanks.” She gave a derisive laugh. “I didn’t realize my participation was a casting call.”

  “Don’t get that tiny lace G-string of yours in a twist. I was just letting you know I’m happy for you both.” Brute moved around the counter and placed his empty glass in the dishwasher. “Well, I’m heading off for the night. I need to catch some Z’s. You need a lift, T?”

  T.J. kept his gaze on the glass in his hands, the ice clinking against the sides as he tilted it back and forth. “Nope. I’m going to have one more.” He reached for the Grey Goose bottle on the bar and poured himself another finger.

  “Make sure you get a ride with Leo then. You’re already over the limit.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  Brute met Leo’s gaze, expressing a silent request to keep an eye on T.J.

  “I’m happy to hang around and lock up,” Leo offered. “If he needs a lift home, I’ll drive him.”

  Brute came back around the bar and stopped beside Shay. “Call me if you need anything.”

  Leo could see the adoration in his friend’s eyes and ignored the pang of jealousy expanding in his chest. “She’s got me if she’s in need.” He tried to curb the slight annoyance in his tone.

  “Yeah, but sometimes you’re an ass.” Brute slung his arm around her neck and kissed her temple.

  “Pot. Kettle.” Shay chuckled. “But thank you. I appreciate the offer.”

  Brute shrugged and headed for the door. “I’ve got reason to be the way I am. Leo no longer does.” He gave a lazy salute and disappeared behind the back of the bar. “Catch you all next week.”

  Heavy footsteps faded into the distance, followed by the opening and closing of the back entrance door. Then it was quiet. Too quiet. Leo wanted to get Shay home, to snuggle, to talk, to fall asleep with her in his arms. Only something was up with T.J., and Leo wouldn’t leave him alone like this.