19. Amorette
AMORETTE
T he flight back to the compound was awkward and nerve-racking. Andre piloted us this time, probably to avoid any kind of conversation. Grey seethed on the other side of the aisle, and Lafe pretended none of us existed.
I didn’t have the full story. I wasn’t even sure I needed it.
They had given me all the information I needed when they told me Blanca had been a plant.
My heart was ripping in two. This wasn’t the way this new life was supposed to be. The compound was supposed to be a safe space. It was the one part of the brothers’ lives that was off-limits.
Was this going to be the rest of our lives? My life?
Never being able to trust anyone? Always looking around every corner for the next slap in the face?
I still didn’t believe it. I’d spent so much time with her; she was so sweet. Her brother worked for them too.
We started our descent, and I fisted my hands when tingles raced down my forearms and over my scalp. They couldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t let them.
“What’s going to happen when we get back?” I searched Grey’s features when he turned to face me. His jaw was set and his gaze lingered over my body like he’d rather think about something else.
“It’s probably best you go to one of our apartments.”
“Fuck that,” I spat. They wanted me in their lives?
I was here. They didn’t get to choose the way in which they inserted me into their operations.
And I refused to bow down because it was inconvenient for them.
“Stop trying to protect my delicate sensibilities and tell me what the fuck you’re planning on doing. ”
Grey unbuckled his seatbelt and marched across the aisle. Turbulence hit and he stumbled against the couch before catching himself and taking up the spot next to me. He glowered at me as he fastened himself back in, deftly unfastened mine, then pulled me over his lap.
It all happened so fast. One second I was waiting for him to explode, and the next, my knees were planted on either side of his waist, my hands locked on his shoulders.
“You want to be involved, fine. We’ve never had a plant before.
Especially not in our home like this, and definitely not someone who we’ve known for years.
Andre’s going to pull her into one of the birdcages—one specifically designed for interrogations—and determine how much information she’s given Vicente.
You want to watch the only woman you’ve befriended go through that?
Fucking fine, but don’t stand in our way. ”
I struggled against his hold, thrashing my head back and forth as I tried to escape him, but he anticipated my moves and clamped his arms tight around my lower and upper back.
“You don’t know that she’s guilty! You can’t believe anything that devil said!” I screamed before it hitched on a sob. But I wasn’t ready to give up.
They were heartless if they did this. They had to get the facts first. Pounding my fists over his chest, he let me, even seemed to crave the pain. His gaze darkened and he rolled his tongue over his top teeth. I couldn’t let them hurt her.
“You have some aggression to work out?” The question was a dare.
“Take this seriously! She’s a human. She’s my friend!” I screeched, raking my nails down his chest, hoping I broke the skin.
His laugh was rich and deep as he used one hand to unbuckle his seatbelt and then tossed me on the floor. He followed after me and started ripping at my clothes. “Fight me, mamí. You need it, and I need it.”
So I did. I curled up my fist the way I’d been taught and threw as much power into the hit as I could while trapped on my back.
I caught his cheek just by his mouth and his head snapped to the left.
Using my other hand, I dug my nails into his thigh, using my thumb to spear into the tender muscle leading to the groin.
He jerked and cursed, ripping my hand away.
I bucked and thrashed my legs, trying to curl my calf around his neck, but he was too big, dammit! My legs were too short.
My core heated with each bruise, scrape, and grunt until molten desire consumed me. Every touch and slap he landed on me pulled a groan from my lips. My skin was too sensitive. Grey hadn’t even gone anywhere close to my breasts or my pussy. Yet, I throbbed so fucking bad.
He gave back exactly what I shoved at him, and he used my body to work out his frustration just as much as I was using his.
I tried again to wrap my leg around his torso to pull him backward, but he caught it at the same time he lifted away and flipped me to my stomach.
“Oof,” I heaved. Then a heavy crack thundered through the room before the sharp pain registered on my ass. “Fuck!” I yelped, but not in pain.
It felt too good. He smacked me again, and I dropped my head and moaned. I was floating, and finally, all the uncertainty and trepidation clawing at the inside of my stomach dissipated.
I was down to my bra and panties. Grey seemed too happy to use the band of my bra to jerk me up to my knees. I locked gazes with Lafe’s stormy blue eyes as Grey flicked open the clasp and it fell away, leaving me exposed in just my small, lacy panties.
Some of the haze started to clear and I tried to cover my chest from Lafe’s view. His brows were so low over his eyes, they were almost hidden by the soft shadows of the cabin. His mouth was twisted in a way that I couldn’t tell if he was pained or aroused.
He’d been through too much, and I completely forgot he was here. The last thing I wanted to do was make him uncomfortable.
But Grey slapped my hands away.
“Let him see,” he growled in my ear. “He’s already kicking his own ass that he let me get to you first. That he fucked it up. Let him see exactly why he’s an bastardo estúpido .”
I dropped my arms; I hadn’t even meant to. I should be covering myself, forcing Grey away. If not for Lafe’s sake, then my own. When they were together like this, is when they fought. Wouldn’t they?
Lafe had never been this close to us before. Not like this.
“Tell her, Lafe. Tell her how much you want her.” Grey kneaded my breasts as I dropped my head against his shoulder.
He placed wet, sensual kisses up the column of my throat as he moved his hands down my stomach and under the band of my panties.
He wasn’t gentle with his movements. He used strong pressure like this was for him, not for me.
Like he owned me.
And by God, at that moment, eating up his touch the same way I craved Lafe’s gaze on me, he owned every bit of me.
“No,” Lafe said in a strangled breath.
Grey’s thumbs remained on the outside, and he hooked them to push my panties down a few inches. I wouldn’t look; I couldn’t. I was too entranced by the brutal expression on Lafe’s face, but I could feel how low they were. The top of my mons was exposed for Lafe.
His gaze dropped and he shifted in his seat.
“What do you mean, no ? You can’t lie about this. You’re hard as a fucking rock,” Grey said in irritated disbelief.
He was. Lafe strained against his jeans so much the zipper had to be biting into him. Then he shifted again.
The scratchy carpet tore into my knees as Grey walked us forward. Closer to Lafe. Close enough to touch him. The burn from the cheap plane carpet should have killed my desire, but under Lafe’s conflicted stare, it only added to the pleasure.
“I want her–I want you, Killer. I do, but I want you to myself.” He winced like he couldn’t believe he’d actually said that.
Grey bit into my shoulder hard enough to pull a gasp from me. “Too damn bad. She’s mine. More than she’s yours. You want to share? Fine. Andre wants to share. We all know Parker wants to fuck her so bad he’s making a fool of himself. She’s ours , or she’s mine.”
Lafe tucked his chin and glared at Grey with so much venom, I almost couldn’t believe there was any love between them. “Like fucking hell.”
Grey laved his tongue over the bite, soothing it.
Then he rolled his face into my neck and I felt his smile against my skin.
“Here’s what’s going to happen…” He shoved my panties halfway down my thighs, then pushed me forward so hard, I grunted when I landed between Lafe’s legs.
I grabbed onto his waist to push myself up, but Grey stopped me with a hand at the center of my back.
“No, mamí. You stay right there. Lafe doesn’t want to admit how much he craves you?
Then he can watch how you fall apart for me.
How I own you. He can see exactly why you were mine first.”
He positioned his cock and then bottomed out in one forceful shove. I yelped as he groaned, fisting his hand in the back of my hair. I was wet, but he was still more than I could take without any preparation.
He yanked on my hair. My eyes fluttered open and Lafe’s beautiful, haunted features were all I could see. He raised a hand to caress my cheek while Grey massaged my hips and ass, content just to let me adjust to his size.
When he started moving, I forgot all about how painful that first thrust was.
Grey was a beast as he fucked me so hard I kept sliding up Lafe’s body.
His erection was pressed into my chest, but he didn’t seem to care.
His gaze was glued to my face, captivated with every flutter of my eyes, the bite of my lips, and the furrow in my brow.
Lafe cupped my face in both hands and lowered his forehead to mine. Even with every rough jolt against him, he seemed to revel in it. His breathing was labored and his eyes were dilated. He wanted this. And that was a powerful feeling.
Grey reached down to strum my clit in time with his delicious thrusts. Darkness edged my vision as the sensations became too much. Bright shocks of pleasure lanced through me and I cried out.
Capturing my kiss, Lafe groaned as his tongue snaked out to trace my bottom lip. His hand raked through my hair and lightly tugged, prolonging my pleasure.
Behind me, Grey still powered into me. His grunts and groans were as bestial as the loud slaps of skin against skin. He was close. His fingers were alternating between twitching and tightening on my body, and he lost his perfect brutal rhythm.
I tried to pull away from Lafe so I could watch Grey break apart, but Lafe refused to let me go.
Instead, he deepened the kiss, and our teeth clacked together as I continued to be pushed into him.
Tilting my head, he swept his tongue in my mouth, rolling and sliding against mine, stoking the fire that had just begun to die.
Grey shivered as he slowed his movements. Lafe gentled his kiss and gradually pulled back. I was exhausted but alive. The desire for Lafe I’d guiltily pushed away ignited. I reached for the button on his jeans, but he stopped me and shook his head.
“Not like this. I do want you, but the first time, I want you all to myself,” he said quietly.
Grey grunted, slipping out of me and sliding my panties back in place. I released a shiver of my own and turned to peer over my shoulder at him. “I need to go clean up.”
“Fuck that. I want you to leak my cum all the way back to the compound.” He frowned like there would be no argument about it.
I dropped my head on Lafe’s lap. Grey was ridiculous. He was possessive, controlling, and completely unable to be reasoned with when it came to certain things.
Shit, but I loved it. I hated what that said about me. Although my time here so far with these men had taught me so much about myself that I almost wished I didn’t know.
One of those things was that sex had never been as hot as when these men dominated me. Giggles started in the back of my throat, then they turned into full-bellied laughs as I shook in Lafe’s lap.
“Prepare for landing, you fucking assholes.” Andre’s disgruntled voice filled the cabin.
Lafe and Grey joined in my laughter as they both helped me get dressed. Grey was more efficient, while Lafe touched me reverently. When I glanced at him, he refused to meet my gaze.
Grey had succeeded in taking my mind off of the impending interrogation, but with every mile we grew closer, I couldn’t forget what was about to happen.
One way or another, blood would be shed before the night was over.