and feet were free, she sprang up. And met two immovable walls.
Oscar straddled her legs, holding them to the mattress to prevent her from kicking. Then he grabbed her wrists. “Grab the belt.”
Selene’s hair was a tangled mess, her face red from her exertions, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the fight.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
Luca returned with the belt, looping in around one wrist, then threading it through a slat on the headboard, and finally fastening her second hand.
With her arms secured above her head and Oscar trapping her legs to the bed, the fight slowly drained out of her.
“Good girl,” Oscar said, running the back of his fingers along her cheek, provoking her to shudder, even though she narrowed her eyes at his words.
“Get your hands off me!” she yelled, turning her head away from his touch.
Oscar clenched his fist around a handful of her hair tightly. “You’re ours.”
She tried to shake her head, but he tightened his grip, refusing to allow it.
“Ours,” he repeated. “Say it.”
“Never,” she spat out.
Oscar ignored her denial, reaching for the neck of her T-shirt. He ripped it in half, fighting hard not to laugh when he heard Luca’s muttered “holy mother of God.”
Even Selene struggled to remain in character, the edge of her lips tilting upwards.
The ragged ends of her shirt hung open at her sides, revealing her lacy bra. Oscar roughly palmed both her breasts, squeezing them until Selene groaned, the sound a perfect blend of pain and desire.
Reaching into the cups of her bra, he pulled her breasts out and over the tight lace. Luca lost no time taking advantage of what Oscar had just uncovered.
Bending his head, Luca sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
While Luca distracted her, Oscar slowly peeled her pants and panties down, moving with them, constantly alert in case she started kicking again.
She didn’t. Obviously Selene had passed the fighting stage. Her eyes were closed and her hips gyrated in search of more.
Oscar pressed her knees apart, kneeling between. Leaning down, he ran his tongue along her wet slit as Selene hissed.
Through his peripheral vision, he saw Luca lift his head to see what he’d done, so he repeated the action.
Luca shifted so that he was lying on the bed next to Selene. “Make her come with your mouth.”
Oscar wasn’t used to Luca giving orders. Typically, that was Selene’s department.
He looked up at both of his lovers, gave them a wink, then bent down to do exactly that.
Oscar pressed his tongue against her clit before sucking it into his mouth. For several minutes, he drove Selene’s arousal higher, tormenting her with licks and bites and sucks before fucking her with his tongue.
A quick glance up proved Luca wasn’t idle, either. He was kissing Selene like it was his last day on Earth, his fingers toying with her taut nipples.
Oscar could tell she was getting close, her breathing erratic, harsh.
“She’s there,” Oscar said, prompting Luca to break the kiss so that he could watch.
Oscar drove three fingers deep, the impact fast and hard and the catalyst she needed. Selene’s back arched beautifully as she flew away on the wings of her orgasm. Oscar stroked her through it, drawing the climax out even longer.
“I need you,” she said after a moment, her voice hoarse from her cries.
Oscar stood quickly, stripping off his sweatpants. Within seconds, he was deep inside her, fucking her with all the strength, all the desire, all the love in his body.
He didn’t bother with finesse or stamina. He couldn’t. He needed her, and so he took, driving in, pounding in, grabbing every ounce of pleasure he could steal. He came hard, bright flashes of white light blinding him beneath his closed eyes, and Selene was right there with him, her pussy clenching around his cock tightly.
Oscar fell to the side, aware that Luca had taken his place. It took several minutes for him to shake off the effects of his own climax before he could focus on his lovers. When he did, he knew Luca was there too.
He lifted himself up on his elbow and watched his lovers come.
Fuck him. There was nothing more incredible than the image of Luca and Selene in the throes of passion.
Every single thing in his life had driven him here, to this moment, to this bed, to their arms.
And they weren’t his to keep.
Chapter Fifteen
“Remind me again why we’re outnumbered, outmanned?” Ridley Phillios asked mildly as he checked his weapon and hummed a number from