I take a sip of my whiskey on the rocks and stare at the crackling fire in front of me. My chair feels like a damn cage, holding me back from where I’m really supposed to be. This room where my brothers scheme and laugh as they play a game of pool on the green table in the back. Their noise distracts me from my goal.
“That girl … with the olive skin and dark, thin eyes …” I can see him smile, and it makes me want to smash his face in with my glass.
“Hyun?” Devon makes a face. “I never pegged her to be your type.”
My brothers both look my way, but only Devon opens his mouth. “What’s your problem?”
“Stay. Away. From. Her.” I just give them the look. That look. The one we’ve learned to respect from one another. The one that says … I’m going to kill you if you touch what’s mine.
Stacey’s gags and heaves make me peek through the corner of my eye, and I can see the terror on her face as Devon face-fucks her like he’s in a hurry. He thrusts so fast she can barely keep up, and her makeup is a mess. Then he smears his dick all over her face, spreading her own saliva until she’s covered in goo, only to thrust into the back of her throat again with full fervor.
“Is that what you want?” Max murmurs, grabbing the back of my head and tilting it. “Do you want me to fuck your brains out? Because I can … if you ask nicely. I just thought I’d go easy on you, but if you’re not satisfied …”
“I am … very satisfied,” I muse, and I show him my fingers which are covered in my own wetness. He bends over, grabs my hand, and sucks on my fingers, moaning as he pulls them out again.
“I can taste your arousal.” He grins and adds, “Make yourself come. I want to see your face undone as I come down your throat.”
He slides his cock down my throat, which is surprisingly easy. I’ve never had a man who tasted this good—even his pre-cum, which sticks to my tongue. All it does is make me hornier, and for some reason, I don’t find what Devon and Anthony are doing so repulsive anymore.
The way Anthony grabs Latisha’s neck and squeezes it until she can’t breathe, while his cock his still deep down in her throat, only makes me rub myself harder. That kind of power over a human being … I can almost taste it, feel it in the air, as it electrifies my body.
But then I see Devon slapping his cock against Stacey’s face, and it makes me want to bite.
“Lick it faster,” Max says, pulling me back to his domain. “And show me how you please your pussy. I’m keen to learn.”
I lift my dress for him to see my wet panties.
Even the girls who aren’t being face-fucked look at me as I finger myself.
I know they probably think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. But I’m about to come, and there’s no stopping the force that’s these three brothers. I just hope I can handle them all … because I know that sooner or later, they’ll come at me all at the same time. I just know it. They’re that devious.
Max takes a fistful of my hair and shoves his cock farther inside my throat. “Take it deep, Naomi. I want you to feel how badly I’ve waited for this moment.”
He thrusts in and out of my mouth until his base reaches my nose, and I can smell his skin.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back again as his dick bobs in my throat. He grabs my face with both hands and forces me to look at him. “When I thrust back into your mouth, you come. Understand?”
After I nod, he slams back in again with full force. At the sound of his loud moan, I come undone. I shiver as my body convulses, my pussy releasing in bliss. An explosion in my mouth follows, along with a long, drawn-out howl from Max. His cum shoots into the back of my mouth, and I can feel it run down my throat. It tastes like the devil’s cum—so good, so sinful.
Excerpt #4-
As we sit on opposite ends in my limo, I can’t take my eyes off her. Her olive skin glistens in the sun as it shines through the window she’s looking through. She hasn’t looked at me since she slid into the car with me. I wonder if she’s upset about my proposal, if she has any regrets … whether she’s preparing for what’s to come.
She should.
This isn’t just some ordinary deal, but she’ll find out soon enough. Then again … she isn’t an ordinary woman either.
I admire her from a distance, but my fingers can’t help but reach for her face. I gently slide back a few strands of her black hair and tuck them behind her ear. Her eyes flash as she turns her head, her face still completely blank. I wonder what’s going on inside that brain of hers. If it’s just as beautiful as her body in that skirt.
I can’t wait to peel it all away, layer by layer, until nothing is left.
My hand caresses her cheek gently. She doesn’t lean away, even though I expected her to, with her feistiness. Instead, her lips tip up into a smile. How strange … and delightfully pleasant.
“Why are you smiling?” I ask.
“For a man who can do anything to the woman sitting next to him, you sure do pick an awfully sweet gesture,” she muses, making me smile too.
“That’s because I’m savoring you for as long as I can before—” I cut myself off before I say too much. I don’t want to upset her. At least, not while I’m in her vicinity. She’d probably kill me if she knew, which is why I won’t say a word until we arrive at our destination.
“Before what?” She frowns.
“Nothing.” I pull my hand back and clear my throat. “Ignore what I just said.”
Her mouth twitches, but she keeps it shut, thankfully. Although I can definitely see her thoughts just from the scowl on her face. I snort.
“What’s so funny?”
“Like I said, nothing,” I say, shrugging.
“Well …” She stares at her nails and rubs one of them profusely. “If this is how it’s going to be for almost an entire month, then I guess this is going to be easier than I thought.”
I raise a brow. “How so?”
She smirks. “Because not talking is boring as fuck.”
I laugh. “Miss Lee … if there is anything you do need to know is that these weeks are going to be anything but boring.” I lean in so close, I can smell her perfume. Roses and a hint of honey. I close my eyes and take a whiff. Then I look up at her with half-mast eyes, barely able to contain myself. I’d rather just bite her in the shoulder for trying to taunt me, but I won’t. I’ll keep it civil … for now.
“I will entertain you thoroughly,” I muse, as I grab her hand and kiss her palm.
I hired her to fix my company, to bring Marks Lingerie back to life. I didn’t expect her to become my friend. I didn’t expect to fall in love with her.
Alessandra Torre is an award-winning New York Times bestselling author of fourteen novels. Her books focus on romance and suspense, all with a strong undercurrent of sexuality. Torre has been featured in such publications as Elle and Elle UK, co-hosted Dirty Sexy Funny with Jenny McCarthy, as well as guest blogged for the Huffington Post and RT Book Reviews. She has also served as the Bedroom Blogger for Cosmopolitan.com.
When Tripp Cavanaugh finally recovers after being left for dead at the gates of his club, his intention is to leave and resume his nomadic lifestyle. But when his president asks him to stick around and oversee the club’s newest business adventure, he readily agrees. He has no idea the simple request will turn his world inside out, encountering the one woman who will irrevocably change him. 
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