Romeo The Mafia Casanova

They pushed closer forcing her against the empty desk until she practically sprawled across the damn thing.

Matteo waved a hand in the direction of Indigo’s empty chair. “If you came for us, let’s not disappoint.”

He held her gaze, his searching hers. “Or do you want to try for the truth again? But be careful. The next words you utter might end with you being punished.” His nostrils flared as he leaned in close. So so close. She could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek when he spoke next. “Trust me, my little one, I can smell a lie on you.”

She froze. Was he serious?

Her face must have given away her thoughts because Matteo made a dramatic inhale again with a clipped, “Si, all lies, Vastyan. What should we do with such a lying little beauty?”

His eyes swept over her mass of dark curls and touched upon her mouth and the voluptuous curves of her breasts.

Oh, God. This was bad. Really bad.

A hot poker of tension pierced her chest and the sudden pain caused her to wince.

“Telling the truth that painful?” Matteo asked in a brusque, unforgiving tone. He picked up a lock of her hair, twisting it around his hand then going in for more until he took full control, turning her face toward him.

“Come on, what will it be?” His hand tightened in her hair sending pricks of pain across her scalp. He teased the length of her jaw with the tip of his tongue, ending with a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth.

Her hands trembled when they flew to his chest. “What reason would I have to lie? I was raised to always tell the truth no matter how much it scares me.”

The right side of Matteo’s lips lifted. “Heaven forbid,” he drew out in a rugged, low tone.

He dragged the tip of his nose over her jaw and nipped at her ear lobe while Sevastyan looked on. His citrine eyes lit with fiery lust. She knew because it matched the same inferno they stirred inside her.

She whimpered, stunned, and pressed her palm flat against Matteo’s chest.

Heat poured from him and with every breath, her heart rate increased.

He pressed closer until she felt the hard length of his cock against her thigh.

“I… huh… I… promise.” She shook her head.

The steady bet of his pulse in his neck captivated her. She could see it through the dark ink of tattoos circling his throat.

“Liar.” Matteo chuckled darkly and tightened his hold on her hair. Unwanted tingling fired to life.

“Is our little birdie not going to sing for us?” Sevastyan leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue over the small bird she had tattooed over her collarbone. One in mid-flight meaning no man would ever hold her back.

But two might pin her down.

Her body involuntarily shivered.

Cool air chased the path of moistness Mateo’s curious lips left on her skin.

“Do you know what happens to bad girls when they lie to us?”

His lips moved against her skin as he spoke. A strong hand gripped her leg and before she could protest or shove him away, Sevastyan had her legs spread wide and him standing between them.

His cock, restrained only by a fragile piece of cloth, pressed against her heated center. Again, only a small barrier of her own keeping him from taking her.

She flicked her eyes to Matteo. Asking for help, wondering what the fuck was happening. But she didn’t find any answers with him. The only thing he did was grin back at her darkly, those black wolfish eyes of his hungry. He snarled at her with a deep growl, coming to stand behind her, those strong hands he had in her hair going to her shoulders, pinning her to the hard wood of the desk.

“This is not…”

Sevastyan rocked his hip pushing his shield shaft against her clit.

“Oh! Christ!” she bit out.

She pushed her hands against the hard wood at her back but Matteo caught her by the arm and together both men spread her already half-naked body over Indigo’s desk.

“This is madness. What are you doing!” she demanded. Rhia tried to kick Sevastyan away but he only gripped her calf tighter.

“Feisty. Fight us a little more and you’ll get fucked all that much harder, moya kroshka. Or should I call you malen’kaya ptitsa? My little bird.”

Fingers curled over the edge of the desk but when she pulled to sit up again, those same strong hands were there holding her in place.

“You can’t… just let me go home.” No way she would be leaving here with her job intact but she could at least leave with her dignity. If they let her go now before she gave in to the enemy, she could slink home, her plan forgotten. She had no business being here. She saw that now.

Sevastyan ran a hand down her bare thigh and stroked a thumb along the outer edges of her thong. Heat flamed over every inch of skin Sevastyan touched.

“What do you think you are doing!” she hurled, teeth clenched. She had to fight this. Fight what they made her feel.

Matteo took both her hands in one of his while he used the other to peel back the edges of her bodice just enough so her nipples came free of their confinement.

Black eyes meet hers. “Punishing this fuckable body until you give us what we want,” he said thickly, a cocky grin pulling at his full lips. The bastard enjoyed having her helpless.

“And, carina, I hope you have a hard time finding your answers because I like this option most.”

Lord, please help keep her sane. Matteo called her sweetheart in his native language again. He would be the death of her willpower.

He leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her excited nipples. Hard.

So hard her back elevated off the desk. “Oh,” she gasped, jerking in his arms.

“These piercings are a sweet, naughty surprise,” he groaned against her taught peaks. “They make my dick hard for you, carina. Fucking ready to pound that pretty pussy.”

One shift of her eyes and she could tell he wasn’t lying. Expensive black linen did a terrible job of hiding the massive size of his hardness.

From between her legs, Sevastyan’s hand slipped from behind her knees to cup over her mound.

Surprise drove her hips upward and into his possessive grip.

A primitive gasp passed her lips.

She jerked on her hands but Matteo must have anticipated it because his grip didn’t budge a fraction.

“This… this can’t happen. You can’t do this to me.”

“Watch us.” Matteo took her chin in hand and forced her head up so her gaze tracked Sevastyan’s next moves.

Sevastyan’s bright irises grew more intense and the muscles in his jaw bunched. His lips peeled back in a minute, almost indiscernible smile, and when he pulled a blade from his jacket. Her body went completely rigid between the men.

“What the holy fuck, Mr. Volkov?” Her voice shook uncontrollably.

“Mmm, dirty mouths should be filled.” The arrogant mobster gave a chin nod to his friend.

The next thing she knew the hiss of a zipper hit her ears as strong, rough fingers cupped her jaw and turned her head until her eyes met Matteo’s.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

She watched as he unfastened his belt and lowered his zipper the rest of the way down. She bit at her lip feeling dizzy from her pounding pulse. So much blood rushed in her ears she saw tiny white dots. He reached in freeing his massive cock. The heavy length looked angry with need. Drops of liquid dripped from the head and when he fisted it more dripped out to run down the side over his fingers.

“Those pretty red lips are going to look perfect wrapped around my cock.”

She turned her eyes back to Sevastyan.

“Look at me. Not him. Tell me you want to suck this cock. Tell me right now. And don’t you dare tell me no. I want to hear you moan for me.” Matteo dragged the tip over her lips, wetting her with his pre-cum. He pressed a thumb to her chin forcing her mouth open. “Tell me!”

She nodded, not daring to take her eyes off his.