by Sienna Blake
I’m exposed. Open. I’ve never felt so vulnerable.
Grayson hums with approval. “Perfect. Don’t you think so, Nicolai?”
The giant Russian is the most brutal-looking of the men, his muscles looking like they’ve been cut with the sharpest tools.
The curt nod he gives in response to Grayson’s question is in direct contrast to the hunger in his eyes as they devour my body. Even as I sense his disapproval of me, I can also sense his lust.
Nicolai wants me, perhaps even more than Chase does. His desire, for some reason, makes him angry at me.
A shiver of real fear courses through my body, mixing with lust, making every single one of my senses heighten like a shot of adrenaline.
I’m terrified and yet I can’t wait for what happens next.
Like a well-oiled machine, the three men move all at once. Grayson kneels between my legs. Nicolai moves around towards my side. Chase bends down to press his lips against mine and my vision is hindered.
Unlike Grayson’s kiss, Chase’s is soft, gentle. He kisses me like I am delicate. Precious. I crave being kissed with fire, like Grayson did. But Chase won’t respond when I try and kiss him harder.
I feel a rough hand at my breast. Nicolai. He’s touching me. Pinching my nipples just a little too hard. I don’t have time to respond, though. Nicolai’s hand on my breast is replaced with a wet mouth. Then I feel a tongue between my legs.
Dear fucking God.
Three mouths.
Three tongues.
I feel like a buffet that they’re feasting on. I’m being kissed in three places, my lips, my breast and my aching pussy, and it feels like heaven. This. This is the single most erotic moment of my life.
So far.
My inhibitions unravel and I moan and buck against their lips and tongues without restraint.
I’m unable to comprehend who this woman is who has taken over my body. She is needy and greedy, her hands twisting in Chase’s long soft hair and scratching against Nicolai’s short spiky cut.
“More,” I hear myself beg against Chase’s mouth.
Three things happen at once. Chase palms my free breast as his kisses grow harder. Nicolai bites my nipple, hard, then licks; pain mixes with pleasure, creating an exquisite cocktail. Grayson pushes two fingers into my wet aching pussy and curls them to press hard on my g-spot.
The pleasure is almost unbearable, crashing through my body in intense waves. I can’t hold it back.
I come, hard, my cries muffled around Chase’s tongue, my nails scratching around the back of Nicolai’s neck, my hips bucking into Grayson’s tongue.
When the orgasm finally recedes I find myself floating, my eyes shut, my body weak. I whimper as hands caress all over my sensitive skin, making me shiver.
“So lovely.” I hear.
“So perfect.”
The ache between my legs is being coaxed back to the fore by a set of skilled fingers. I let out a needy moan and open my eyes to find the most brilliant set of blue eyes peering back at me from between my thighs.
My heart gives out a squeeze.
Grayson raises himself to kneeling, looking like a living god, his lips shiny from my wetness. “I think you’re ready, pet.”
“Yes,” I say. “Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for, but whatever he has to offer me, I want it. Badly.
He nods to Chase and makes a motion with his hands. Suddenly a pillow is being pushed under my ass, tilting my hips up so that my pussy is on display for him. Grayson shuffles forward between my hips until the tip of his erection sits at my entrance as his hands grip my hips.
Desire surges through me. I need him. Want him. More than any man I’ve ever been with. This is it. Yes, please.
I try to push my hips forward but his hold on my hips is too strong.
Dear God, what is he waiting for?
“I’m clean,” I blurt out.
“We’re all clean, too, pet,” Grayson says, rubbing his cock along my slit, making me moan, making me forget about anything else. “If it at all gets too much for you, tell us to stop and we will.”
I shiver and nod.
“Hold her,” Grayson commands in that booming voice of his.
What?
Strong hands grab each of my arms, pulling them out to the side and holding them down so my body is like an X. I can’t move. Before I can freak out, Grayson pushes inside me and my world whitewashes with pleasure.
Grayson
I spot the flash of fear in Sophia’s expressive eyes as I push inside her.
Fuck me. She is tight and wet and feels like heaven. I tamp down the urge to ravage her and study her face for signs that she wants me to stop. God help me if she did. It might kill me at this moment to withdraw from her silky wet heat, but I would pull back if she wanted it.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Do you want me to stop?”
Sophia’s eyelashes flutter as she throws her head back and she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever fucking heard. It makes my dick twitch. I take that as a no.
I hear Chase cursing and I know he’s watching her, too.
Never have I met a woman so open. So needy. So willing with her sexuality. Sophia practically oozes sensuality. Enough sensuality it will take three men to tame her.
Even then, I’m not sure that the three of us may be enough.
“Sophia?” I ask, needing to make sure she wants me to keep going.
“Grayson,” she pants, her eyes snapping open to lock onto mine. “Please. More.”
That’s all the invitation I need. I pull back and thrust back into her, our twin groans filling up the room as I fuck her, slowly but firmly.
I’m all too aware of both sets of eyes of my bodyguards on her as their hands keep her pinned down for me. I know she and I are not alone and that’s the way I like it. That’s the way I need it. Nicolai and Chase protect me. Not just physically.
But for the first time since we agreed upon this little arrangement, I feel…uneasy with it. I shove that thought aside before I can dwell too much on it.
Nicolai reaches out with one hand and runs his fingers across Sophia’s lips. She glances to him, pausing for a moment before she tastes his fingers with her tongue. Nicolai’s brows are furrowed over his eyes in a look of fierce intensity as he slips two fingers into her mouth.
“Suck.”
She responds instantly, closing her plump lips around his fingers and sucking. The sight of skin disappearing into her mouth and reappearing wet sends a shot of heat straight to my dick.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chase says, taking one hand off her arm and fisting his cock in his hand.
Nicolai tugs his fingers from her mouth and Sophia whimpers. She lets out a curse as he reaches down to rub her clit with those same fingers.
This surprises me. Nicolai’s not usually so…involved.
I feel Sophia’s pussy tightening around me and I feel the pressure building in turn. I urge us both on with quickening thrusts. Harder. Deeper.
Nicolai rubs her clit faster. Chase leans forward to rub the tip of his dick against her nipple.
“Oh. God. Yes,” she screams.
I feel her pussy clamp down around me then pulse in waves. This feeling is too much. I come, hard, inside her.
Sophia looks like a fucking goddess underneath me, her hair like a halo about her head, her lips parted, her skin flushed with the orgasm I just gave her. I want to taste her skin, to feel her lips against mine.
I lean down to kiss her, but a hand at my shoulder stops me.
Nicolai. He’s frowning at me.
Annoyed, I shrug my shoulder from his hand. I don’t kiss Sophia even though I want to. That’s when I notice she’s lying almost motionless.
“Sophia?” I ask. “Are you okay?”
“Sex. Coma,” she manages, her eyes still closed.
Chase chuckles.
I carefully pull out from her. “I’ll be back in a second, Sophia.”
She doesn�
�t reply.
I head to the bathroom to clean up.
When I return from the bathroom, I find Sophia has fallen fast asleep. Chase and Nicolai have redressed and are standing at attention on either side of the bed.
“I will take her back to her room,” Nicolai says.
I stare at the beautiful naked woman in my bed. I should let him wake her up and get her out of my bedroom.
No sleepovers. That’s one of my rules.
“Let her be,” I find myself saying. I can’t find it in myself to disturb her. She looks so damn beautiful asleep. So much at peace. So innocent and pure.
“But you’ll—”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I say firmly. “I just don’t want to wake her.”
I don’t miss the look that Chase and Nicolai share with each other.
“Grayson…” Chase begins.
“I know what I’m doing,” I growl. “Leave us. Both of you.”
He nods and leaves the room. I glare at Nicolai, who still hasn’t moved. We face off silently for a few moments before he bows his head and slips out of the room as silently as death. I let go of the breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding.
I know what I’m doing. This doesn’t mean anything.
I settle in beside Sophia under the covers. I brush a lock of her hair from her cheek. She mumbles and shuffles forward, curling into my side.
I freeze.
I should shift away, make some space between us. But her body feels so warm, so soft. So I don’t move. I listen to her breathing for a long while.
Then for the first time in a long, long time, I fall asleep next to a woman.
Nicolai
I sit in a chair at the foot of the master suite bed as Grayson and Sophia slumber. The dawn is just breaking but I’ve been up for hours.
He let her stay.
He never lets them stay.
I stare at the silent beauty, long hair coiled across the pillow. She is stunning, that is not a question. Independent, intelligent, elegant. Those things, too.
Even I’m not blind to that.
But to Grayson…she is soaking into his skin.
Grayson stirs, his eyes opening, his gaze immediately seeking…her.
I was wrong. She is already under his skin.
He watches her breathing for a few still moments, a touch of a smile at his lips. I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment. A most intimate moment. Grayson will not be pleased when he realises I’m here.
I clear my throat quietly.
Grayson’s head snaps towards my direction, annoyance making his brows furrow. I can already see the demand written on his face. What the fuck are you doing here?
I nod my head to the door. Let’s talk where we won’t wake her.
Grayson follows me through the door to the adjoining room. When the door shuts behind him I turn and we face each other.
His eyes are two points of anger. He lets out a low hiss. “What the hell do you—?”
“What have you always said about getting involved?” I cut him off, my voice equally low and sharp. Crown prince or not. My job is to protect him. Even from himself.
“I am not getting—”
“You let her stay the night, Grayson. That’s against the rules. Your rules.”
Grayson stares at me for a second before letting out a laugh that sounds too nervous to be real. “It’s just a fling. One last fling before I have to wed some princess I don’t know.”
“Just a fling? Really?”
Grayson says nothing. I can see the insides of him warring, even if he can’t quite understand it yet.
“If it means nothing,” I say, “if she means nothing, end it now.”
“No,” he says, too quickly. There’s fear in his eyes, the loss already cutting him.
Oh, fuck.
“You’re falling for her,” I say, realisation draining the colour from my voice.
“I’m…” he trails off, his gaze unable to meet mine.
No. He’s falling in love with her. Panic grips me. This could unravel everything. She could ruin everything. Break him.
I grab his shoulder. I want to shake him, but I don’t. I just hang onto him, pleading with him. “Love was not meant for men such as you or me. Love clouds you. Love destroys—”
“Sophia is not Angelica,” Grayson barks, cutting me off. “And I am not you.”
I stiffen.
Angelica.
A name I have not heard in years. I’ve not uttered it out loud in case it would wake her from the grave. Barely dared to think it in case it unlocked the parts of me that I need to keep hidden.
Grayson knows the very second the name spilled from his lips that he crossed the line. I can see it in the way his shoulders deflate, the way his face crinkles with regret. “Nici…”
He only ever calls me Nici when he’s fucked up.
“You,” I say through gritted teeth, “do not get to talk to me about her.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“You did. Have the fucking balls to admit it.”
“Nicolai—”
“Chase can take you to your meeting.” I storm towards the door, my blood hissing with acid. “I have the day off.”
I slide out of the spare room into the living area. No slamming doors. No ruckus. I’ve been taught too well to move like a ghost.
I stare at the silent bedroom door where Sophia lies asleep, unaware of the trouble she is causing. I told Grayson I was taking the day off. But I lied. I don’t take days off.
If Grayson won’t be made to see sense, then I’ll just have to make Sophia understand.
Sophia
For the first time in a long, long time, I sleep deeply without waking. No nightmares. No flashbacks. No waking up in a cold sweat.
I open my eyes the next morning and find myself staring at a foreign ceiling. I frown for a moment before last night comes flooding back to me. Nicolai’s fingers in my mouth, Chase’s dick rubbing my nipple, me coming around Grayson’s thick length.
Then falling asleep in Grayson’s arms.
My body heats up instantly. I reach over but find that the space beside me is empty.
The prince is gone.
I gasp. A large silhouette is sitting in one of the plush chairs to the side of the room.
Nicolai.
He’s watching me, a cold look on his face.
“Did you sleep well?” Nicolai asks, managing somehow to make an innocent question sound like an accusation.
“Fine. Thank you.”
I glance around the room for signs that the prince has just stepped out of the room, ears pricked for noises beyond the bedroom.
“He had business to attend to.”
My eyes snap back to Nicolai. I clear my throat. “Oh. Okay. Thank you.”
I remain where I am. I’m naked under the covers and it’s not as if Nicolai hasn’t seen everything, had his mouth on me, his hands…
Despite feeling uneasy around Nicolai, a shot of lust flares through my core at the memory of this man’s flicking his tongue across the peak of my nipple, his skillful fingers around my clit.
“I’m here to make sure you…find your way out,” Nicolai says. “Without incident.”
I blink, then frown as his words hit me. Does Nicolai think I might steal something? Or that I have ulterior nefarious motives in sleeping in?
“You don’t like me,” I say.
Nicolai’s eyes narrow but he says nothing.
“You don’t like me,” I repeat. “But you’ll fuck me anyway if he tells you to.”
Nicolai grunts in response. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.”
“Why? You don’t know me.”
“I don’t know you,” he agrees. “I don’t trust you.”
I flinch. “I’m not a money-hungry whore looking for a royal score. I’m on the birth control shot—”
“—for almost three years and you’ve never missed one according to your do
ctor.”
I suck in a breath. “What…? How…? You’ve been checking up on me?”
I pull the sheets around me like a towel and climb out of bed, ready to grab my clothes and make a beeline for the bathroom. Nicolai is quicker. He strides over to me, getting right in my face.
“You don’t think I would let His Highness play with you without running a background check on you first, do you?”
My skin prickles. How much does he know about me? How far back into my past did he dig?
Nicolai’s eyes narrow. “Strangely enough, there is very little known about Sophia Lauren prior to seven years ago. Why?”
He doesn’t know. He hasn’t uncovered my secret.
Yet.
“I don’t have to listen to this.” I make to push past Nicolai but he grabs my arm, stopping me.
His eyes are glittering with darkness. “I will do whatever is necessary to protect him. Even if it means hurting him a little to do it.”
A chill runs down my body. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Nicolai doesn’t answer. He lets go of me and walks across the bedroom, pausing at the door. “Get dressed. You have five minutes.”
Then he leaves me alone, my mind reeling.
Grayson
I’m distracted.
I’m never distracted.
But here I am sitting in front of the King of Monaco in one of the formal sitting rooms at his palace overlooking the deep blue Mediterranean, and I’m barely listening to what he’s saying.
His daughter, Princess Eden of Monaco, is sitting demurely beside him in a plush armchair. She is beautiful, blonde hair pulled back in a coif without a hair out of place, delicate features in her pixie face. She sits, her back straight, perfect posture, her legs crossed at the ankles. But her pale blue eyes are like marbles, fixed and dull. She barely looks at me.
Not like Sophia’s. Light and alive with fire. With passion.
The only sign that the princess feels anything is that her small lips, painted pink, are slightly pressed together.
They don’t hold a candle to Sophia’s plump red mouth.
I get a flash of Nicolai’s fingers sinking into that mouth and imagine it’s my cock instead. I stiffen in my pants. I cough and fold my suit jacket further over my lap to cover my embarrassment.