Prologue
Prologue
M y core screams for more.
I look up at Knox, my fingers hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. His broad chest greets me with fine, golden curls and hardened nipples. I bite my lower lip as I hear Jagger’s clothes shuffle onto the floor, and I glance over my shoulder to look at him—ropes of muscles twitching beneath the smoothest skin.
My eyes marvel at the deep, dark shades of the tattoos covering their bodies. Diesel’s ink only reaches down his back and over his arms and bulky shoulders, but I see plenty of battle scars too. Their bodies have survived wars, bloody battles, and the kind of violence I’ve only ever witnessed in movies from the comfort of my sofa.
Their bodies tell stories I’m dying to hear.
To feel.
To taste.
My lips close around Knox’s nipple, the sound of his grunt sending sparks flying through my veins.
“Robyn, we’re going all the way tonight, you realize that don’t you?” he says.
“I do.”
He pulls me into a kiss. The hunger dissolves the last of my doubts about this, while liquid heat trickles down the inside of my thighs.
“It’s too late to pull back, now,” Knox replies.
“I don’t want to pull back.”
Jagger leans in and plants a kiss on my bare shoulder, while his hands reach around. He kneads my breasts and licks the side of my neck, obliterating every single rational thought in my head.
“We need you to submit,” he whispers in my ear, while his thumb and index fingers pinch my nipples tighter and tighter until the hottest, sweetest sting spreads through my ribcage. “Submit to us, Robyn.”
“Oh, I do… I do…”
“You have complete control here,” Knox gently reminds me.
I needed to hear that, I think, because I’m filled with a sense of power. And so many fantasies bursting through the fabric of reality itself.
They’re the only ones who make me feel this way: their rough, firm hands, their strong bodies and dominating personalities… I have no choice but to submit because nothing else makes sense. I want this. It may be a leap of faith considering what I went through, but they’ve proven themselves to me so many times.
“If you trust us,” Knox says, “you’re going to have to trust us all the way. And if you want to be ours, you’ve got to really be ours body and soul, Robyn.”
“Take me,” I reply, my knees shaking with ardent anticipation.
A devilish grin slits his face. I glance down and marvel at the sheer size of him. My hand reaches out. I want to stroke his magnificent cock before I take him inside me, but Diesel has other plans.
“Don’t move,” he says.
“Why?”
He squeezes my ass, and I yelp, then giggle with surprise. I love the feeling, the way my heart jumps and my skin catches fire.
“I gave you an order,” Diesel commands me. “What do you say when I give you an order, baby?”
“Okay…” His fingers dig into my buttock, causing my core to tighten and my pussy to ache. My breasts bounce softly as I straighten my back. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Knox walks over to his desk and returns with a pair of leather cuffs connected by a long, stainless steel chain. “You are safe with us, you know that, right?”
“Yes, sir.” I love the sound of these words.
“Then you will follow our lead,” he says and puts the cuffs on me. So commanding, yet so tender. The cuffs are tight but comfortable, he makes sure of it. I gasp when he yanks the chain upward and connects it to a hook, hanging from the ceiling. I didn’t even notice it until now. “Hold on to the chains, Robyn.”
I nod again, my breath quickening as I follow his lead.
My hands are way up over my head. A cool breeze dances around my naked body as the three men, the three, giant, godlike sculpted former Marines prowl around me like ravenous lions. Their fingers roam freely. Their hands take over, touching, grazing, caressing and exploring me. Every contact turns me on, hotter and hotter with each passing second.
“Do you like this?” Jagger asks.
“Yes, sir… OH, fuck!” I hiss as he grabs my left breast and squeezes it tightly. “Yes, sir… YES!” I cry out as Diesel’s hand comes down and fondles my ass again, then gently slaps it. Just a pat. Just enough to make me lose my mind. “OH, FUCK, yes!” I shudder and damn near come again when Knox slips a hand between my legs and strokes my clit—hard and decisive, instantly turning the engine all the way on. “Fuck… Fuck… Oh, please…”
My eyes lock on Knox’s.
Diesel strokes himself with slow and steady moves. Jagger is so hard; I can feel the vein pulsating along his magnificent shaft as he nestles his cock between my buttocks.
“Tell us what you want, baby,” Knox says.
“You,” I manage, tilting my hips back to open myself more for Jagger. “I want you. I need you inside me. Please.”
“Jagger will take you first,” Knox replies. “He’ll take you hard, Robyn. He likes it rough.”