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Victor moves the edge of my sweater aside exposing the hard tip of my breast through the lace of my bra.
I inhale sharply when it is Augustine who stands and wraps warm lips around the hard bead. His arousal presses into my hand as he bends over my body. Let me just say, dress pants do nothing to hide the steel this man is made from. Every hard inch of his massive cock has me wanting to squeeze my legs closed.
“Oh, God,” I moan, feverishly. “What are you doing?” I don’t recognize the shakiness of my voice.
“You should know we always get what we want. Most times we don’t polish our words or actions with sugar and honey.”
“You simply take.”
He nods once. “We do.”
There’s finality in his words.
I try to shrug but it’s hard when my wrists keep me from moving. “So what? Is this you playing with sugar and honey, first? Does this make me special?”
Augustine vibrates a low hum of appreciation in the back of his throat and leans back in his chair licking his lips. “Something like that, precious.”
“From sweetheart to precious. More sugar?”
“Gentlemen. If you’re done.”
“Done, Darius. For now.” Augustine’s voice is low and raspy.
I turn my attention to the man between my legs. I hold Darius’ intense gaze as Augustine strokes a finger down the center of my chest leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his touch. The ends of my cropped sweater have ridden up, and he takes full advantage. Languid stroke of his fingers along the edge of my skirt have my stomach quivering.
Lashes fall closed. Heat blooms over my breasts and flows up my neck to settle in my cheeks. I lick my lips. “In this scenario, I should be able to ask a question and get the same thing.” I bite out and force myself to focus on the facts—dangerous, murderers, kidnappers, blackmailers. Except only one of those points is a fact where I am concerned.
My eyes drift open to see them weighing my words between them silently.
“Fair enough,” Darius offers. “We have six questions. You give a proper answer and you get to keep clothing. And the same thing applies to you. Deal?”
“Really?”
Shock has my head lifting.
“We don’t lie.”
Yeah fucking right. This game will end up with them holding their dicks and me fully clothed. I know it.
“Deal.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
DARIUS
“First question.” I take the knife she tried using on me and drag the tip up the inside seam of her leg. The little gasp escaping her lips makes my cock jerk.
“Our pretty little captive,” I tease.
I start at the calf and make my way slowly to the edge of her skirt. I could slice these stockings off her and fuck her into answering every single question we have. But we have time and I want to see how she operates under pressure.
She’s skittish yet when pushed she shows the fighter inside her. That’s a point in her favor. I want to see how far she will go to protect herself. She will pull weapons without hesitating. I like that about her and she had no intention of backing down when she had me cornered in the hallway. No other woman has ever done that. Shit. No man, either. I usually put a bullet in their forehead before they have time to pin me down, but this one walked up to me and started slicing.
Interested does not explain what I feel about this hellcat.
Daring, rebellious and filled with venom. I consider what must have happened to her between the time her father turned his back and when we pulled her out of that alleyway.
“Wait!” Fear dances over her expression but I’m about to be an utter bastard.
