BONUS CHAPTER #4
I bite his lower lip, hard enough to sting, and he hisses, his hands flexing against my hips when I break the kiss. Our gazes lock, then I tap his forehead gently, my fingertip brushing the warm skin above his brow. “Sleep.”
His head drops forward, heavy against my shoulder, his dark hair tickling my collarbone. His breath washes over my sweaty, heated skin in slow, even waves.
Gotcha.
I thread my fingers through his hair as I lean in close to his ear, my lips brushing his hearing aids. “You’re safe. You’re doing amazing. You love everything I’m doing to you, and you’ll do whatever I tell you to do, until I allow you to come and the compulsion wears off.”
I pull back and frame his face with my hands. “Wake up.”
His eyes flutter open, that smirk returning softer, glazed with a mix of obedience and desire. He looks at me like I’m his entire world, and my skin flushes hotter.
“Get on the bed,” I command, my voice steady despite the pulse pounding in my throat.
He obeys instantly, moving to the bed with a fluid grace, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lies back, his cock already hard and straining. The sight sends a fresh wave of want through me, my core clenching with need.
Sylus whistles low from the doorway. “If you told him to lose the hard-on, would that work?”
“Sounds awfully counterproductive,” Ace mutters, and Nicholas chuckles.
“Fuck you all,” Koen rumbles from the bed. There’s a playful glint in his eyes, even as they stay locked on me.
I climb onto the bed, straddling him, the skirt bunching around my hips. I guide myself down onto his length in one slow slide, making us both hiss.
He fills me completely, stretching me with a delicious burn, and I moan, riding him with a steady rhythm.
“Grab my tits,” I command, and his large hands move instantly, cupping my breasts. “Play with my nipples.” His thumbs brush them until they ache again. “Yes, pinch them, just like that.” He obeys, rolling them between his fingers with just the right pressure.
Fuck, this is the best idea I’ve ever had.
Even if I know all of them would do what I ask them to without the hypnosis in place, but let’s be honest…
This is way more fun.
I grind down harder while the others watch, their breaths hitching, the room filled with the soft sounds of their groans and the occasional low chuckle.
“God, look at him.” Sylus’s voice is a rough murmur. “Whipped.”
He doesn’t say it like an insult. He says it with longing.
“Tell me how good I feel,” I order, my voice catching as I pick up speed, my thighs burning with the effort.
“You feel incredible,” Koen rasps. “So tight, so fucking perfect around me.” His hands keep working my breasts, his hips rocking up to meet mine, the friction building to a fever pitch.
“Make me come,” I demand, my breath hitching, my nails digging into his shoulders. “But you can’t come yet.”
Sylus chuckles darkly, but Koen’s hands shift.
Just as I anticipate the first brush of his fingers on my clit, he grabs my hips instead.
My gaze flies down to where we’re joined, and I only have time to gasp.
He lifts me off his cock and drags me up his body, depositing my dripping center over his mouth.
Then he’s there, and with precise, maddening strokes, he devours me.
His rhythm matches my grinding hips, each stroke sending electric shocks through my core, and my body tightens, the pleasure coiling unbearably.
I gasp, my thighs trembling, and my climax crashes over me, my walls clenching around him.
Then a raw cry tears from my throat, and I shatter.
The room spins, their groans and Sylus’s dark chuckle fading into the white noise of my release, my body shaking as I ride out the ecstasy, utterly consumed by Koen.
When I come down from the high, I glance down at him, panting. Sweat glistens on his brow from holding back his release, and his eyes are wild with desire from helping me find mine.
A moan echoes in the room, and I immediately glance at Sylus, whose hand is moving faster over his own straining cock. It’s then that I realize my hips are still grinding over Koen’s mouth in a slow rhythm not all that different from Sylus’s hand.
With a wicked grin, I move myself back down Koen’s body, grab his cock at the base, and then ease myself back down on him.
My next command comes out as barely more than a rasp. “Come here, Sylus.”
Nicholas chuckles. “The psycho will do anything you want without you having to hypnotize him.”
“True.” Sylus steps up to the bed, the star tattoo on his cock standing out against the veins as he comes close, the musky scent of him mixing with the room’s heady air.
I lean forward and take him into my mouth, moaning at the taste of myself and him, salty and warm, as I suck him deep, my tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing.
He hisses, his hand tangling in my hair, fingers tightening just enough to sting.
I reach out and encircle him with my hand and set the pace, controlling every flick and pull while still rolling my hips, making Koen groan beneath me.
Any other time, my control-happy husband would have already flipped me and fucked me hard from behind.
But today, I make the rules.
I pull off Sylus with a wet pop and give him several long strokes with my hand. “Come on my tits.” Just like that, he’s done for, groaning low and spilling across my chest. The heat of his release dripping onto my skin sends a shiver through me, and I clench around Koen.
My gaze locks with his then, and a thrill runs through me at the furrow in his brow and his short, sharp pants. “You’re allowed to come now.”
He obeys instantly, and a deep, guttural groan tears from his throat. He grips my hips, pulls me down on him, and spills inside me, his hips jerking up hard.
The room fills with our ragged breaths, the sound of hearts trying to slow down.
Koen blinks up at me, the haze slowly clearing from his dark eyes, his smirk returning full force. “Well played, Little Thief.”
“Such a good game, wasn’t it?” I rasp, then flop beside him on the bed.
I’m boneless, my skin flushed and sticky, my heart pounding with a warmth that’s more than just physical.
It’s the way they still look at me, after all these years.
Like I’m theirs.
Like I belong.
Hands are on me, caressing and comforting, and then Ace is there with a warm, wet washcloth.
He kneels beside me, eyes soft as he cleans me with slow, careful strokes.
The cloth drags gently over my skin, down my chest, my thighs, between them, gentle, almost worshipful.
When he’s done, he presses a soft kiss to my nose, and I can’t help the small, breathless giggle that escapes me.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, then kisses my forehead, my cheek, each one a quiet promise, before getting up and tossing the cloth aside. The care in his touch lingers even when he’s gone.
“We gotta do more missions if they end like this,” Sylus drawls from the foot of the bed. His dark hair is still a wild mess, and his grin is all mischief, but his eyes are soft.
I laugh, and Nicholas drapes a soft, cream-colored blanket over me. He slides in behind me, and I melt into him like muscle memory.
“Would you rather have another magic show heist in Vegas?” he murmurs, his breath ghosting across the nape of my neck. “Or steal biscotti recipes from nonnas for the rest of your life?”
I smile, eyes heavy, heart full. “Biscotti. Always the biscotti. You?”
“Biscotti,” he agrees on a broken breath, and something in that sound makes my eyes sting.
I turn just enough to catch his gaze, the green softening when I say, “I love our life.”
He smiles, and Koen shifts closer, his hand finding my hip over the blanket, thumb tracing idle circles. Sylus hooks an arm around my legs, his laugh a quiet exhale against my shin. Ace climbs back onto the bed, dropping down beside us, his fingers brushing through my sweaty hair.
We don’t speak again for a long time, sinking into the comfortable silence we’ve grown accustomed to. The world outside can burn, the pigeons can riot, Nonna Bianca can try all she wants, but right here, in this warm, tangled mess of heartbeat and trust, I know exactly what we are.
A team.
A family.
A pack of idiots who’d steal the world’s best biscotti recipe just to make an old woman smile.
I close my eyes, a sleepy grin tugging at my lips. “Mission accomplished,” I whisper.
They all laugh, and it sounds like the life I’ve been chasing all along.