Master of Secrets

by Sienna Snow

  “That’s it, take him deep,” Adrian commanded, giving me the encouragement I hadn’t known I’d needed. “Use that wicked tongue in the way I taught you. Make it so this will be a night he dreams of for the rest of his life.”

  As I worked Sebastian with my mouth and hand, Adrian gave me slow instructions and praise. After a little while, I no longer heard his crooning; all I could focus on was Sebastian's fingers flexing in my hair and the growing ache in my pussy.

  Never before would I have imagined that I’d enjoy pleasuring a man other than Adrian. But there was something about Sebastian. I wouldn’t lie to myself and say I wasn’t attracted to him. And the arousal dripping down between my thighs would be a dead giveaway if I had thought to pretend otherwise.

  I remembered the slight zing of interest when we’d met for the first time at UNLV and definitely when he’d arrived on the island. He was sexy and dark and mysterious. Plus, the German accent added to his appeal.

  Sebastian’s cock grew harder and to my surprise thicker.

  “Fuck, I’m coming. Take. Every. Drop,” he bit out as he clenched my hair and pulled me down with force, hitting the back of my throat and coming in thick, hard waves.

  I swallowed and swallowed. God, how much cum was in one man? Some of it dripped from the sides of my lips.

  When he loosened his hold on my head, I lifted my hand to wipe the cum from my face, but Sebastian stopped me, using his own fingers to collect his semen and push into my mouth.

  “If this is the one time I get this, I don’t want to waste any cum.”

  I sucked each of his offered digits, transfixed by this man who I couldn’t see but knew was a walking god.

  “Satisfied?” Adrian said, reminding me he was still in the room.

  “No.” Sebastian lifted me onto his lap, positioning my legs on either side of his thighs, his semi-erect cock sitting in the valley of my cleft. “But you’ve made her pussy off limits. Fuck, she’s wet.”

  He drew me to him, kissing me, not caring he was tasting himself on me. He ground up against my clit as his tongue pushed past my lips.

  What was it with these two men? They seemed to like the taste of their cum in my mouth. No wonder they were best friends.

  “Not happening.” Adrian growled, coming up behind me, gripping my hips and plucking me from Sebastian’s grip as if I were a lightweight doll.

  I grabbed hold of his arms, trying to keep my balance. Not that there was any chance I’d fall.

  “She belongs to me. Don’t ever forget it. Plus, the only child that will grow in her belly is mine.”

  I stiffened, hearing the absoluteness in Adrian’s words.

  I tilted toward him, wanting to ask if he truly was okay with a baby but kept it to myself.

  Adrian brushed his lips against mine, then trailed his mouth over my jaw and whispered in my ear so only I could hear, “The only woman I’ve ever envisioned having children with is you.”

  Without asking permission, I tugged the blindfold from my eyes. I had to look at him to see if he was telling me the truth.

  His emerald gaze burned with emotions. He was serious.

  He loved me. It wasn’t a question but more of my own realization.

  He nodded, causing my vision to glaze with tears and throat to dry up.

  Before I could say anything, he slid me down his body and said, “Undress me.”

  My hands shook but went immediately to the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, I unfastened them, holding his stare with each movement.

  The intensity of what he’d shared gave me a sense of lightheadedness.

  Pushing the cotton off his shoulders, I leaned up on tiptoes and kissed the pulse point below his ear.

  “Ana.” He growled and I noticed his breath growing shallow.

  I smiled, feeling the power of how I affected him.

  Had I ever seen a man as gorgeous as him? Sebastian was handsome and I was attracted to him, but no one made my heart race or ache the way this man did. He was mine. And it only took this fucked-up island to solidify the whole thing.

  There was no going back to the way it was before. Hell, there was no going back to Solon. Would he come back home with me? That was a question we’d have to answer later.

  I scratched my fingers down his chest and abdomen, feeling the bunch and release of his muscles. I loved touching him, stroking him. I loved his tattoos.

  Opening his pants, I pushed them off his waist and let them pool at his feet. His cock was a hard, hot poker against my stomach. Precum wept from the tip, dampening my flesh.

  My pussy contracted in response to his desire, adding to the arousal I’d felt from sucking Sebastian off.

  As if on cue, Sebastian stepped behind me and bit the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

  “Are you ready for us?” he asked.

  How was I to answer? Until this situation, I’d never considered taking a man in my ass and pussy at the same time.

  “As ready as I can be.”

  “Don’t worry, baby. Weber will prepare you so you can take him.”

  Adrian threaded his fingers with mine and led me to the sofa. He sat, pulling me over him and then positioning my legs so I was straddling him. The press of his cock against my wet entrance felt right, and I so wanted him to push inside me.

  “Soon, love. First, Weber’s going to make you come.” He shifted me up and back so my ass was spread.

  That was when I heard the distinct sound of a bottle opening. Lube.

  The next thing I felt was the gentle glide of Sebastian’s finger sliding into my pussy and his lubed thumb pushing against my puckered rosette. At the same time, Adrian strummed my clit.

  I whimpered, not in pain but from the sensation of so much stimuli at the same time. The second Sebastian breached my forbidden entrance, I arched up, impaling myself on his digits.

  “Oh God. Why does this feel so good? More…I need to come.”

  Adrian took my clit and pinched it between his knuckles as Sebastian plunged in and out of me.

  I came so hard, I saw stars. Adrian gripped the back of my neck, pulling my face to him. He devoured me as my pussy and ass clenched around Sebastian’s fingers.

  “She’s ready. She’s so wet, I could use the juices from her pussy instead of lube.” He withdrew from my body and stood, stripping out of his clothes.

  I glanced over my shoulder and took in the incredible body of the man behind me. Sebastian was ripped and covered in tattoos. He was leaner than Adrian but gorgeous nonetheless. Then there was that thick cock of his. He fisted it, pumping a few times as he covered it with the lube in his palm.

  “Like what you see? Are you sure you prefer the Greek one over the German?”

  “Don’t make me kill you, Weber.” Adrian moved me back up his body, growled “mine,” and immediately thrust to the hilt inside me.

  “Master,” I cried out. My core quivered as he slid through the swollen tissues, my need always answering his.

  He lifted and lowered me until I took over the movement, leveraging my palms on his shoulders and undulating my hips.

  Another orgasm began to ripple, and just as I was about to go over, Sebastian said, “Lean forward, little dove. My turn to join the fun.” Sebastian leveraged one knee on the sofa between Adrian’s spread legs.

  Adrian’s hold on my hips tightened, and he held me down over his length. The heat of Sebastian behind me was like a brand on my back.

  I was about to become an Ana sandwich.

  Sebastian braced a hand on the back of the sofa and positioned his cock at my stretched hole. “I’ll go slow.”

  I dropped my head to Adrian’s shoulder, pressing my chest to his, feeling his cock throbbing in my pussy.

  Adrian kissed my head. “Relax, it will make it easier.”

  Sebastian pushed past the tight ring of muscle, sliding in and out a fraction at a time, moving deeper and deeper with each shallow thrust.

  “Goddamn, she is a fist,” Sebastian gritte
d out.

  By the time he was embedded all the way, my body was on overload, both literally and figuratively.

  “Oh fuck.” I clenched my teeth from the fullness of both men filling me.

  It was too much. What were they thinking to believe I could handle two monster cocks?

  Adrian cupped my face. “Breathe, baby.”

  I exhaled in a rush and immediately felt my muscles relax.

  Both men pulsed in me, the only thing separating them a thin barrier of skin. They were furnaces around me, heating me from the inside and out. And on top of everything, God, did they smell good.

  A quiver shot through me, and my pussy grew slicker.

  “Master,” I whimpered. “I need.”

  “I know.” He drew my face to his, kissing me so deep that my core clenched and made both men moan.

  “I’m going to have to move, Ana.” Sebastian’s voice was hoarse, and his fingers flexed on my hips as he slid out a faction and moved back in.

  Adrian did the same, sliding through my pussy lips all the while still eating at my mouth.

  I arched up and dug my fingers into his upper arms.

  As one man pushed in, the other pulled out. They were an overload of hedonistic ecstasy.

  Sebastian fisted my hair, jerking my head back, pulling me away from Adrian, and kissed me just as senseless. Adrian clasped onto my nipple, drawing it in with hard sucks to the rhythm of his thrusts.

  I broke the kiss with Sebastian, and unable to take any more, my orgasm exploded out of me. My pussy and body convulsed and thrashed, riding wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I was too lost in oblivion to realize that both men had come with me until their pistoning hips stopped their movements.

  I collapsed on Adrian and muttered, “I think you two just killed me with orgasms.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Adrian

  * * *

  I walked out onto the deck, holding two cups of coffee.

  Sebastian watched the water, glancing at me and taking the mug I offered.

  After a deep sip of the caffeinated brew, he asked, “Are you okay with what happened?”

  I was still processing the night. After our collective orgasms, Sebastian and I cleaned up, turned off the surveillance giving Trevolo access to the bungalow, and then carried a very limp and wiped-out Ana to bed. We’d spent the night together with Ana sleeping between us.

  When I’d woken, I expected to be upset but I wasn’t. Sebastian was the only man I trusted with Ana and he hadn’t let me down.

  Last night had solidified Ana was mine. She needed me in a way I hadn’t realized. Her pleasure came from not only what Sebastian had done to her but from the sheer fact I was there and she couldn’t come unless I was the one to send her over.

  She needed me as much as I needed her.

  Once we finished this mission, I was going to marry her.

  “You know as well as I do, I’m more than a bit possessive of Ana. But with that said, I’m okay with it.”

  Sebastian smirked, lifting the mug to his lips.

  “Now I’m not saying that I want a repeat performance, but it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened.”

  “Admit it. You liked watching her do everything you said while another man worshiped her.”

  Not any man, only Sebastian. The fucker knew I viewed him as a brother.

  “The point is irrelevant.” I gazed out at the waves. “It’s not happening again.”

  “You love her. Don’t deny it.”

  “Never stopped.”

  “Does this mean you’re getting out?”

  I hadn’t thought past rescuing Ana. But now that Sebastian had brought up the idea, I knew what I had to do.

  “If I want a life with her, I don’t have a choice. I waited five fucking years. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen, but nothing with that woman goes according to plan.”

  “It’s not going to be easy to get out.”

  “You think I don’t know this?” I scrubbed a hand through my hair. “But I’ll do what I have to so I’m free to go home.”

  “That means laying low. No glitzy wedding for the Lykaios brothers to splash all over the tabloids.”

  “If you knew anything about them, the last thing they’d want is a glitzy wedding. Plus, I have other things to worry about with them.”

  “Like?”

  “Like the fact I’m going to spend the rest of my life with their baby sister. They are a bit overprotective, even if the world doesn’t know they are related to Ana.”

  “It’s not like you’re some poor loser. Hell, man, your net worth could rival theirs.”

  “It’s more the fact I was the boy they didn’t want touching her from the beginning. They knew what I was into and didn’t want it in Ana’s life.”

  If the Lykaioses hadn’t nearly killed me when they’d learned Ana and I had eloped, I would probably never have left her. They’d convinced me to let Ana pursue her dreams and let her go. I was a fucking idiot for listening. I should have taken the beating and told them to fuck themselves. If I had, she never would have gotten into this situation in the first place.

  “In-laws, glad I don’t have any,” Sebastian mused, snapping me out of my regrets.

  I snorted. “Fucker, you have the motherload when it comes to in-laws, or did you forget the wonderful arranged marriage your father is trying to hook you into going through with?”

  Sebastian’s father had recently informed him that to inherit leadership of the “family business,” he’d have to marry the only daughter of the Becker family, a rival German organization that controlled territories adjacent to the Weber holdings. In other words, the two mobsters had negotiated a truce and the terms included an arranged marriage.

  “It’s not a done deal.” He gripped the railing.

  “You don’t believe that any more than I do. You want to take the reins, then you know what you have to do.”

  “She’s a pampered princess. Do you see someone like that enjoying the shit I do?”

  “It’s not like she has much choice in the matter. And you’ve done your research—she’s not the diva you want her to be.”

  “It would be easier if she was.”

  I wanted to laugh. Sebastian was going to have his hands full with the rebellious princess who preferred her sniper rifles to designer gowns and purses. I was going to enjoy seeing how he handled marrying a hellion.

  What the hell was I thinking? I was about to do the same damn thing.

  “Now back to the subject of you moving on.” Sebastian set his mug on the railing and turned to me. “I think I have a solution.”

  Anaya

  * * *

  I woke feeling thoroughly used and satisfied. I never imagined that I’d enjoy being with two men, two very dominant men. Two men who knew exactly how to maneuver around each other.

  It was obvious Adrian and Sebastian had shared women before, but for some reason I wasn’t jealous anymore about the past. Maybe it was because of how possessive Adrian was of me or the fact he kept trying to convince me that we had a future once we left the island.

  It was crazy to think the night he’d shared me with another man was the night he’d convinced me he truly loved me.

  Adrian walked into the room with a mug.

  “Is the feed off?” My body may want the coffee he held but I had to ask. I’d been almost comatose when Adrian had carried me to bed.

  He lifted a brow as if that was a stupid question. “Are you sore?”

  I sat up, ready to get my caffeine fix.

  Dear God, the man was a work of art, with tanned, ripped arms, chiseled abs, a “v” disappearing into low-hung lounge pants.

  “Are you done ogling me?”

  My cheeks heated. “Um, no, not really.”

  He shook his head but couldn’t hide the smile that touched his lips.

  He liked me looking at him as much as I liked it.

  If we were in any other cir
cumstance, I’d happily spend the day reacquainting myself with his delicious body.

  “Are you sore?” he repeated.

  I opened my mouth to say no but Adrian cut in.

  “Don’t lie.”

  I rolled my eyes and then sighed. “A little. But in a good way.” I glanced behind him toward the living room. “Where’s Sebastian?”

  He moved closer, offering me the mug. “Gone.”

  I grabbed for it, drinking down the scalding liquid in a few gulps, letting the heat soothe my body and the caffeine begin its job of waking my brain cells.

  “I will never understand how you can do that. Doesn’t it burn your throat?”

  I set the cup on the side table and smirked. “If I can handle two monster cocks, a little hot liquid isn’t going to do anything.”

  “You’ll only handle my cock from now on. That was a onetime thing. I will never share you again.”

  A sense of uneasiness washed over me. “Adrian, are you sure you’re okay with what happened?”

  “As I told Weber, yes I’m okay with it. I enjoyed it. However, let me repeat, it was a onetime thing.”

  “Then I guess you better satisfy me so I forget about the pleasures of two cocks.”

  Adrian glared at me for a second then something flashed in his eyes right before he pounced onto the mattress, grabbing my arms and pinning me to the bed.

  “You want me to show you how well I can satisfy you with just one monster cock?” He rubbed his stubble against my neck, making me squirm.

  I laughed. I hadn’t seen this playful side of Adrian in over five years. I loved it.

  “Are you laughing at me?” He loomed over me. “I’ll give you something to laugh at.”

  He shifted my wrists to one of his hands and then dug the fingers of the other into the spot at my hip where only he knew I was ticklish.

  “No.” I bucked in between bouts of giggles. “Stop. No fair.”

  I tried to tug my arms free but to no avail. By the time he was finished torturing me, we were both out of breath and panting. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my bare chest pressed to his. Adrian released my wrists to thread his fingers into my hair.