28. Amorette
AMORETTE
F ingertips brushed down my bare spine, lifting me from my deep sleep.
I groaned and burrowed deeper into the covers, but they were soaked. I was sweating like crazy. Opening my eyes, I found Grey asleep next to me, with both of his hands laced on his chest.
Okay….I slowly turned my head. Andre was on the other side of me with a content expression on his face. He never stopped tracing the lines of my back as he propped his head on his hand.
Yesterday was a blur. At the Dirty Dog’s party, I…lost it. At first, I thought those women might be like the fight girls. There on their own, getting compensated. I had hoped so. They all appeared to be over eighteen.
Until that man started raping the girl’s mouth. She didn’t want to do it. He held her down while she was trying to pull away, choking while she beat against his legs.
No, I couldn’t think about that right now. It would make me lose my shit. And I didn’t want to do that. I just needed a few minutes to feel normal.
“Your migraine is gone?” I asked, sleep heavy in my voice. Stretching, I pushed my arms under the pillow and closed my eyes. Last night, when I came back to myself, Andre was nearly catatonic from the pain.
I joined him on the bed and massaged his pressure points until he fell asleep. Then Grey came in…
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I froze. Andre didn’t sound like he was just waking up. And he definitely didn’t normally talk like this.
When I opened my eyes, I found his burning into me. “What are you doing?”
Grey’s words flashed in my head. Andre was going to punish me….
He didn’t answer as he slid his hand over the curve of my bare ass, taking the sheet and blanket down with it. The cool air ghosted over my skin and goosebumps tingled over my flesh.
Andre hummed his enjoyment.
“You’re not mad?” I asked hesitantly. I didn’t want to poke a bear, but I also wanted to know if he was about to try and slap my pussy into submission. Facing the punishment head-on was better than being caught off guard.
His jaw worked, and he did a slow blink before letting out a harsh breath. “We’re not talking about the party right now. What I would prefer to do, is fuck away my problems in your sweet pussy.”
Rolling my lips together, I did a horrible job of pretending his words didn’t affect me. They did. Too much. My sensitive nipples rubbed against the sheet as he pulled it down. Heat bloomed over my skin as he dipped his hand between my cheeks.
I had never done anything there…and I didn’t want to.
I shouldn’t have worried. He found my clit and moved his fingers in soft, firm circles. Periodically, he would dip his fingers into my wetness, then circle again. It felt absolutely filthy, and I loved every minute of it.
This is what it would feel like if we were just a man and woman in a relationship, loving each other. He played my body with an expert touch, never touching me anywhere else until I crested into a beautifully sweet orgasm.
But he pulled back.
“No,” I whined. He was already turning me over and shedding his clothes before covering my body with his. He was large, dwarfing me in the bed. His lips met mine in a soft sensual slide of lips and tongue. His breath was minty, proving he’d been up for a while.
Groaning, I buried my face in his neck as he found my entrance and thrust inside. I jolted from the power of his movement. The twinge of pain from how Grey had stretched me the day before added to the pleasure.
I was sick.
Being with these men, letting them fuck me how they wanted, getting off on it. I was changing. I couldn’t decide if I liked it or not. What I did know was that I didn’t want to lose them.
Andre loved his brothers too much and made too many mistakes while trying to control everything.
That control bled over to me, in the way he cupped my head so I wouldn’t slide up the bed, how he kept his lips pressed to mine, or how he blanketed my body with his so I couldn’t do anything except hold him with my arms and legs.
If he wasn’t part of the cartel, and if I hadn’t had all my choices stripped from me in the beginning, I would say this was making love.
But he was, and I had.
Still, I reveled in the moment.
“Fuck,” Grey muttered as he rustled beside us. “Either finish or share. This is brutal.”
Andre chuckled against my lips, and when he pulled back, his eyes were alight with mischief. “I think I’ll finish.” He pulled up and flipped me so I was face-to-face with Grey, straddling him. He reared his hips back, but Andre beat him to him, sliding right back into my wet pussy.
Pressing his hands on my shoulder blades, pinning me to Grey, he started to fuck me. Grey’s hard cock rubbed against me with each of Andre’s thrusts. My eyes rolled back in my head from the sheer eroticism.
Grey gripped my hips and bit his lip. He was sex and sin wrapped up into a dangerous tattooed package. “Finish now, or we’ll both be fucking her.”
I stiffened. That would hurt.
But damn, if I didn’t get wetter.
“Have you done anal before?” Grey started rocking me back to meet Andre’s thrusts.
“No.” I shook my head violently. And today wasn’t the day I wanted to start. “I—” I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to say as my thoughts fled with Andre starting to pump even faster. He grunted and pushed harder on my back, anchoring me to Grey.
I had already been so close, and with his next thrust, I cried out, dropping my forehead to Grey’s chest.
“Fuck,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath as Andre groaned and bottomed out. He twitched inside me, and I had a moment of regret. I wanted to see him come. Between our drunken first time and his office, I hadn’t been able to properly see him fall apart like I had Grey.
Was he every bit as savage as Grey? Was he just as darkly handsome?
I fluttered around Andre and he shivered.
Just as soon as Andre pulled out, Grey arched his hips back and thrust in. This time was different from all the others. Grey took me with slow, rolling movements. I gripped his shoulders and rested my cheek on his chest.
I was so wet, the obscene sounds filtered through the room, burning me up from the inside out. Grey repositioned his hands so one arm locked around the top of my shoulders and the other clutched my ass.
It was sweet and consuming, and by the time I found my second release, it was on a soft sigh. Grey’s hips jerked, and he tightened his hold until I couldn’t breathe.
“Now that we’ve had our fun, we have a lot to do.” Andre came back into the room, fully dressed. He must have stepped out, and I hadn’t even noticed.
He picked up Grey’s clothes and tossed them on the bed.
I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to get up. Or think. Or do anything that would shatter this short-lived peace. As soon as I let everything back in, I’d be lost to my rampant emotions. And I didn’t want that. Not yet.
Huffing out a laugh, I relaxed further into Grey. I was building up quite the skill in compartmentalizing. That had to be how the brothers did it—pushed everything away except what they wanted to think about now. What they had the capacity to process.
Except for Lafe. He felt too much all the time. It was probably why he’d turned to drugs.
The calm that had settled over lasted through the morning routine of showering, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed. It wasn’t until we were searching for Matías that it all seemed to crumble.
In a strange fit of nerves, I wiped my hands down my thighs as we crowded into his office. He was deep in his work on the computer as Andre barged in.
A line appeared between his eyebrows, and he glared at the computer. Otherwise, he didn’t acknowledge us. Parker slid in behind us, so the only one missing was Lafe.
“We need to talk,” Andre demanded.
Matías continued to type. “The world doesn’t operate on your time. It doesn’t even operate on mine. You have two minutes, because I have to leave to take care of some shit at the mansion. Unless you’d like to come with me, start and cut the shit.”
Andre pulled back. “What’s going on at the mansion?”
“There was an attack. Vicente, unfortunately, is alive and well. But I have to do clean up since I’m the good son .” He sneered at the last two words.
“You’re not going to ask if it was us?” Parker sat on the corner of his desk and traced the wood grain on the surface.
Grey pulled me back against his chest and wrapped me in his arms, apparently content to watch.
“Like I told Lafe, if you four had anything to do with it, you wouldn’t be focusing on the events from yesterday.”
“Then who made the attack?” Andre pressed his knuckles on the desk and bent toward Matías.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. We all know Vicente has no shortage of enemies.
” Matías locked the screen, pulled a card from the PC and slipped it into his wallet.
He was every bit as paranoid about his work and life with these kinds of measures to protect his data.
“I’ll be back later, and we can sit down and have a family dinner,” Matías said with a hint of mockery.
Andre studied him, and I could practically see the thoughts running through his head. Push Matías for more information now, or wait until he came back?
When he breezed past me, I reached out a hand and touched his arm. He stopped immediately, his gaze glued to where my fingers touched his skin. “Yes?”
“What happened at the mansion?” I asked quietly.
He lifted his eyes but didn’t move any closer. The way Grey’s arm tensed, Matías would have started a fight if he’d tried.
“Someone rigged his residential wing. There’s a lot of damage, but no one was injured outside of a few servants.”
Andre locked up behind him.
“What do you have to do there?”
Matías laughed, and everything about the sound was fake. “Interrogate his people. Be his muscle. This is a job these four would have done if he wasn’t set against trying to build their loyalty to me in his own twisted way.”
Right. He was a psychopath. Vicente was probably playing these games since it was fun more than trying to set Matías up for success. “Are we safe here?”
“At my house? Yes.”
I hesitated. “What about the people who aren’t here? On the island. Or…in the States?”
Matías didn’t answer. Either he didn’t know the answer, or he did and refused to share.
Grace.
He knew who I was. And he knew about Grace.
Licking my lips, I tried to step forward, but Grey held me tight against him. “What about my sister? Is she safe?” I had never shared her identity with Matías, although Vicente would have.
His face softened and he raised a hand toward my face.
“Fucking don’t,” Grey growled.
He dropped it and sighed. “Vicente is unpredictable. He knows about her and has probably had a complete investigation done on her because she’s a way to get to you .
And these four idiots haven’t done anything to hide how strong of a weakness you are to them .
” He shot each of the guys a scathing glare.
“You have to assume that anyone is fair game to him. The only reason you’re safe here, is because right now, I’m safe.
But that’s not guaranteed. If Vicente knew about my connection to the Dirty Dogs, I would be in the same boat.
His pride is more important than anything else, and he’d view it as a slight.
” Another nasty laugh. “His way of leveling the playing field is to take back what he believes he’s owed and then some. ”
He glanced at Andre. “We can discuss everything you want to discuss when I’m back.
I hopefully won’t be very long. Vicente’s pissed, but it’s not nearly as bad as when Robbie tried to stage a coup when we were twenty.
He’s going to burn out quick. I’ll just direct him toward the Gallery to burn off steam. ”
Then he was gone, and Andre excused himself.
“Where’s he going?” I wanted to follow after him, but then again he was worked up in a way that didn’t invite company.
“Probably to call Pilar. She’s still at the mansion.
” Parker shoved his hands in his pockets as we headed toward the living room.
It was surreal. Even though I’d never been here, just being in Matías’ space reminded me of my week with him.
It had been a weird fever dream where I had been on edge but safe.
Matías had been kind, and the entire experience was a blur now.
We'd spent hours watching TV in the living room at the mansion, mostly in silence, but he seemed content then. He’d acted like it was a new experience.
Maybe it had been. Now he had all his brothers in his house and kept himself separate from them.
Although, that may be because they didn’t seek him out or give him any openings.
Andre joined us ten minutes later, and we spread out over the furniture. The TV was on, yet no one was watching. It was set to a guide playing teasers of different shows on a rotation.
Vicente was out of his mind. He knew who Grace was.
That was unacceptable.
I wouldn’t let him place her in danger. Not because of me. Grace deserved to have all the things she wanted in life. This life was toxic; if it touched her, she’d never be the same.
Like I would never be the same.
I exhaled through my nose and shut my eyes.
I could argue with myself that I wasn’t important enough for Vicente to mess with. Not like that. But what if?
My stomach twisted into a hard knot, and each breath became more and more of a struggle as I thought of all the possibilities of how Vicente would fuck with me through Grace. I wanted to believe I was being ridiculous, but was I?
Andre, Parker, and Grey were each lost in their own heads, completely oblivious to my meltdown. I pressed a hand against my chest, feeling the strong, fast beat of my heart.
I wanted to save them. But I needed to save Grace.
Before there was a threat, and the only way we could do that was by taking out Vicente.
He had to die.