“No explanations. She’s our responsibility and we will protect her and guide her in her decisions.”
“You’re not my father, L.T. Guide me in my decisions? I’m not one of your fucking missions,” she yelled at him as she shoved her finger into his chest. He grabbed her wrist, holding both wrists behind her back. His hold was firm, and damn it her pussy was instantly wet and her nipples hard as damn pebbles.
L.T. squeezed her tightly against him as he spoke, his dark blue eyes piercing and filled with authority.
“You’re our greatest mission and you’re our last one.” He covered her mouth with his own. He plunged his tongue between her teeth and she moaned into his mouth. He was backing her up against the bed and he released her hands as he lifted her hips, spreading her thighs. His mouth pulled from hers, and she was hardly even on the bed. Her ass hung over the edge.
He gripped his cock with one hand.
“Arms above your head.” His order, and that’s what it was, an order, pulled on her pussy strings instantly.
In a slow motion, holding his gaze, she raised her arms up and above her. Her breasts felt so aroused and full, the tips tingling from the intensity of the atmosphere and the warm breath L.T. released as he practically grunted above her. He looked like some wild raging bull.
“You’re ours now. You’ll do what we say because we know what’s best for you.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” she retorted. He gripped her hips and aligned his cock with her weeping pussy.
“Honey, we’re your everything.” He slowly pushed his thick, hard cock between her pussy lips and completely inside of her.
She gasped, as she lifted her arms only for Quentin to hold them down.
L.T. stepped closer, as he pulled her thighs up higher against him and began to thrust in and out of her cunt.
Her hips were lifted off the bed, her arms restrained by Quentin, as L.T. stroked her so deeply she instantly exploded. “L.T. Oh God. I can’t take it.” She moaned, shaking her head side to side.
He was relentless with his strokes and then Quentin licked her nipple on her right side, and pulled on the tip.
“Oh, God, that’s not fair. It’s torture,” she yelled as she wiggled her hips, and moved closer to Quentin.
Then Deacon was on her right side. He licked her breast, sucked the areola into his mouth, and then nipped her nipple hard.
“Oh, God. Oh, God, again. I’m coming again.”
L.T. slammed into her hard. Over and over again he fucked her until she screamed again and he followed suit. He held himself within her, and in a daze she stared up at him, as she breathed rapidly trying to overcome her out of control body. L.T. Montgomery, and his tight crew cut hair, bulging hard muscles, and an expression so dark and commanding she feared to ever experience his anger. He was a trained killer, a soldier through and through, but he made love to her with passion and emotion, he’d never even hinted that he had.
“You’re mine. Ours. We will protect you always.”
He slowly pulled from her body, and he walked away into the bathroom. She followed his body as he left, and then Deacon moved between her legs.
“He’ll be fine. He cares so much for you, just like the rest of us,” Deacon said as he caressed her inner thighs, bringing her body to life again for more of them.
“I care about him, too, about all of you.”
“We know that, and we’ll work this out. Just trust us,” Axel whispered, and then he leaned over and kissed her lips. As he said those words, she heard the voice in her head. Michael’s voice. Don’t trust so easily. Even some of my closest friends could be the enemy.
How do I know whom to trust? I believe that L.T., Quentin, Axel, and Deacon are trustworthy. I’m in love with them. Could that be blinding me from the truth? Were they here at the masquerade for other reasons? Could they be involved with Eduardo or the others? Why else would they be here? If they had longed for me, why come here for sex? It has to be more than coincidence. I need to speak to the agents, to Randy. He’d know the answers. But for now, we’ll all continue this masquerade, and hopefully the truth will reveal itself.
Chapter 12
“There’s a potential situation,” Marco stated to the group of men as they gathered around the room.
“What would that be?” Manchenso asked.
Marco looked at his brothers, Giano and Salvatore.
“The retired soldiers. The ones who were friends with Mariah’s brother are here, at the masquerade.”
“What?” Armando asked, his anger apparent to Marco, who thought immediately of Sienna. Manchenso and Armando wouldn’t think twice of hurting Sienna to get Marco and his brothers to do whatever they wanted them to do. But he had to inform them because Mariah was nowhere to be found.