Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
SPENCER
M y muscles involuntarily shake, and my cheeks are damp with tears. Zane is kneeling next to me, stroking my hair and whispering soothing words. Rio is holding one of my hands in both of his.
Asher is staring at me, and the look on his face promises death. The case file in front of him has taken the brunt of his anger—it’s clutched in both of his hands and wrinkled to hell.
“I’ll kill him,” Asher snarls.
I shake my head violently. “You can’t go near him. You can’t. And I don’t think you should say that in a federal building, especially when you’re a federal employee.”
“Angel, none of us will lose sleep when we kill that motherfucker.”
The sound of my pulse reverberates in my ears. “When?! You said when!”
Rio’s cheeks flame. “Yeah, Mama. When. That man’s life ended when he laid his hands on you.”
I throw my hands up in frustration, even though their show of protection makes me feel needy. “That was before we met!”
When did I become a woman who could be led around by her vagina?
“Then he’s been a dead man walking for a long time.” An air of warning fills the room.
My face turns into an effigy of infuriation. “You can’t just go around killing people! Just because I didn’t walk out the door doesn’t mean that I’m okay with that!”
Asher places his hands on the table and stands, forcing me to strain my neck so I can stare him down. My eyes wander his solid frame as he rolls up his sleeves. “You think I care about the people we’ve killed? You think I’ve lost sleep when I imagine how the life left their eyes? Think again, Princess. We kill those who don’t deserve to breathe. I’ll never apologize for killing my first supervisor when I found out what he did to the female agents during their ‘interviews.’ Or how I strung up the team lead who liked to take the child abuse cases just so he could traumatize those kids further because ‘the scared don’t talk.’”
I cover my ears. “Stop!”
“Ash.” Zane cautions Asher with a hand in the air.
“What? Can’t handle the truth and how tainted it is? Don’t like that the world isn’t full of fucking sunshine and rainbows?”
I pound my fists on the table and stand, mimicking Asher’s position. “I, just as much as anyone, know the world isn’t sunshine and rainbows. Don’t throw that in my face.”
“Then stop acting like it’s all so simple. It’s fucking not.”
I hate that I get it. I hate that I understand why they are the way that they are. I understand why they’re okay with taking lives. Does that mean I’m a bad person?
Maybe it means you’re understanding and have a better grasp on right and wrong.
“I hate you,” I seethe at Asher.
He smirks, setting my panties on fire. “No, you don’t.”
I grab his tie and yank him across the table. He leans in, and his mouth finds mine like a heat-seeking missile. Our tongues duel, fighting for control. His hands cup my face, and he angles my head, deepening the kiss.
Asher breaks the kiss and grits out, “On the table, Princess.”
I glower at him. “Or what?”
Asher grins. “Oh, Princess. I don’t think you want to find out.”
Smiling challengingly back at him, I quip, “Try me.”
Asher looks to either side of me and nods his head. Before I can ask what’s going on, I’m lifted and laid out on the table. Asher has my wrists secured in his hand, Rio holds my hips down, and Zane moves to stand between my legs, which are currently hanging off the end of the table.
“You should have listened.”
I watch the men around me, not a single prickle of panic to be found. Instead, there’s a fluttering low in my belly. “I think I’m doing just fine.”
“Let’s see if you feel the same way when you’re screaming because of us.” My pants and thong are ripped down my legs, and my shirt is lifted above my head and wrapped around my wrists, tying them together. The bitter cold of the metal table bites into my skin.
“The things we could do to this sexy body,” Zane claims as his fingers trace the slope of my neck.
Zane grabs a chair and settles in. His head dips, and breathes in my scent, groaning loudly. “Perfection.” His deep voice makes my inner muscles clench.
I try to close my legs, but his shoulders prevent me from hiding my center from him.
Rio bends down and begins kissing and sucking my skin across my stomach and slowly makes his way up to my breasts. “I could spend all day playing with these.”
“Please,” I whine as I arch my back.
“What did I say to you before, Mama? You never have to beg.”
Asher remains by my head and watches the scene playing out in front of him. I can’t help but do the same, watching these men worship my body like I’m a queen. Their queen.
A moan escapes me as Asher grabs the other chair and makes himself comfortable. “Your sounds are mine, Princess.” Then he captures my lips with his own and drowns me in a kiss full of bliss. His tongue enters my mouth at the same time Rio pulls the cups of my bra down and sucks on my stiff peaks. Asher reaches a hand down for my other breast and rolls my nipple.
Rio bites the side of my breast, and I scream into Asher’s mouth. “I’m going to mark you every time, Baby. Every damn time.”
My body writhes as Zane kisses his way up my inner thigh. He laves at my clit over and over. Each flick of his tongue makes the pressure in my core build. His fingers delve into my pussy and pump in and out.
The pleasure is too much, yet I need more.
“Please, don’t stop,” I beg.
“I’ll never stop, Angel. Not when you taste this sweet.”
His words vibrate against my clit, making me squirm.
When I moan, each man goes back to playing my body like a fucking fiddle. Zane’s tongue in my pussy, Rio’s mouth on my mound, biting and licking, and Asher’s hands plucking at my stiff peak.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I chant as I claw at my bindings. The electricity of ecstasy pumping through my body causes my back to bow off the table as pleasure crescendos and overtakes my senses.
“You come so pretty for us, Mama,” Rio whispers in my ear.
I sigh when my bra is righted, my thong and pants slide up my legs, and my shirt is adjusted back over my frame.
I didn’t know I could be so content. I didn’t know this kind of happiness was possible in this life. But being here surrounded by these men—my men—I feel my troubles slip away, one at a time.