Theirs to Protect (Mafia Menage Trilogy 3)

The scene before me was exactly the same as the explicit photo that Joseph had sent me only a minute ago. Ashlyn was bound to our bed. Leather cuffs were locked around her wrists and ankles, secured to the carved mahogany bedposts by short lengths of chain. She was shackled in place, completely vulnerable to Joseph. And judging by the bright pink flush that colored her creamy skin, he’d been indulging his darkest desires.

Joseph caught sight of me watching them, and a wicked grin sharpened the defined lines of his handsome face. He was already naked, his cock hard for her. With her eyes covered by the pink satin blindfold, she couldn’t see that I’d arrived.

He leaned in close, whispering a warning in her ear: “Daddy’s home.”

I stared, completely entranced by the shudder that rolled through her delicate body. Her skin pebbled, and her cheeks colored an even deeper shade of pink. Savage desire knifed through my gut when her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Daddy?”

I had no words, no capacity for rational speech. All I wanted was to drink her in, to stay in this impossibly erotic moment forever. My entire body went taut with anticipation, and a tremor raced through my own limbs as lust crashed over me.

Joseph’s gaze locked on mine for several racing heartbeats before he snapped the riding crop against her inner thigh. Her high shriek melted into a needy moan when he stroked her enflamed flesh with the whip’s smooth leather tongue.

His low chuckle was rich with merciless delight as he trailed the crop higher, teasing around her slick, swollen pussy. She whimpered and writhed, but she was thoroughly restrained, unable to seek the stimulation she craved.

“Are you aching, angel?” Joseph tugged on the chain that connected the silver nipple clamps. Her back arched on a ragged cry.

“It’s Marco’s turn to punish you now. I wonder if he’ll let you come before he gets started.” He shot me a sharp grin, a ruthlessly amused gleam flashing across his pale eyes. He knew I wouldn’t allow her to orgasm anytime soon, and he thrilled in toying with her. He was deep in his dominant headspace, drunk on his power over our beautiful girl. She was breathtaking in her total submission to even his most depraved needs, trusting him completely.

“Untie her,” I barked, advancing on them as I stripped off the last of my clothes.

He was reveling in teasing and tormenting her, but I couldn’t wait one more minute. He’d had plenty of time to play his deviant games; I needed to claim her immediately. I needed to mark her, like she’d left her mark deep in my soul. Ashlyn’s unconditional love for me was the only thing keeping my head above water. I needed her more than I needed oxygen, and without her light, I’d be sucked back down into the suffocating darkness of my past. I’d drown without her.

Joseph freed her from the leather cuffs, taking his damn time. The silvery buckles on each made delicate metallic sounds, almost like tiny bells ringing at an angelic pitch. As he removed the bonds, he brushed kisses on the insides of her wrists, her ankles.

I growled, wordlessly urging him to get on with it. His slightly cruel smile was directed at me this time. “It’s not fun waiting, is it?” he taunted.

Bastard. He was totally drunk on his power over her, but he didn’t hold power over me. He didn’t get to torment me. Only her. Only our sweet, trusting girl, who gave us everything we demanded of her. Everything we needed.

“Get her on her hands and knees.” My rough tone was almost inhuman. Joseph loved whispering filthy words in her ear, but I was so lost to my animal desire that I barely had the capacity to form full sentences.

His cocky expression transformed into a mask of hunger as he caught on to my feral energy. There would be no more teasing. No more waiting.

Blinded by the pink satin cloth over her eyes, Ashlyn was completely dependent on Joseph. His fist sank into her hair, guiding her to her knees in the center of the bed. His forefinger looped through the chain that connected her nipple clamps. “Down,” he ordered, his voice coming out in the deepest register that meant he’d become utterly absorbed in her. She released a soft cry when he applied gentle pressure to the chain, steadying her with his grip on her hair as she slowly found the mattress with her palms.

He released the chain and flicked it, another dark chuckle layering over her shuddering gasp as the clamps tugged at her trapped buds.

She faced the edge of the bed, her mouth perfectly positioned to worship his cock. Her pussy waited for me, glistening with her arousal. Without prompting, she spread her thighs and arched her back, offering herself to me.