Page 289 of Kissing the Villain

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered.

Luca grinned and peeled off his robe. The others didn’t waste a second and stripped down to their boxers.

“All of your clothes,” I said.

Luca hovered over me, naked and with his olive skin glistening with sweat.

“How long do you think you’ll last?” I teased Luca with a sexy smile plastered on my face.

“You don’t think I can make it until the night’s end without being inside you?”

“Guess we’ll find out,” I taunted. “We’re done playing for now. Make room for my Knights.”

“My bad girl,” he said in a deep tone that rolled over me like a melody.

Then he stepped back, allowing the Knights to approach the table. All of them were naked and toned, so damn delicious my insides practically combusted at the sight of them.

“Marcello, Drake, Cole,” I said, kneeling on the table to face Sonny.

My hands skated up Sonny’s thick chest. I kissed him again, wrapping my arms around his neck as he massaged my breast. He gave the tiny bud a pinch, and I whimpered.

“Pull my hair,” I told him.

He grinned with a wicked look in his green irises.

I kissed my way down his ripped stomach, taking his long length in my hand and giving him a few strokes. Marcello, Drake, and Cole moved behind me.

As I leaned forward to taste Sonny, one of them licked my pussy, their tongue slipping between my slick folds. It was thrilling not knowing who was touching me. Another pair of hands gripped my right thigh, and then two long fingers spread me open.

Sonny pulled my hair, just like I’d asked him, grunting as I hummed on his cock, practically choking on him as my Knights made me come. My body shook uncontrollably, like a hurricane sweeping over the land, ripping apart everything in its wake. I sat back, and Sonny shoved his hand through my curls, attempting to pull my head toward him.

“You little tease,” he said with a crazed expression.

“Maybe you should do something about it,” I shot back.

I had three pairs of hands on my body, and even with them touching me everywhere, I could only see Sonny. Since it was my last night with the Knights, I wanted to make every second count. I clutched Sonny’s wrist and forced his hand down my stomach. With a devious look in his eyes, he inched lower, his fingers sliding into me with force.

“Harder,” I groaned.

Sonny gripped my shoulder and added another finger, thrusting into me like he was fucking me with his enormous cock. Marcello appeared beside him, giving me one of his sad looks. Was he upset that Sonny had monopolized so much of my time?

I licked my lips when our eyes met. “Come here, Marcello.”

Kneeling on the table between them, I laid a hand on each of their shoulders. Sonny continued his quick thrusts that tore moans from my lips. I guided Marcello’s hand to my stomach, encouraging him to touch me. He did what I wanted without instruction and rolled his thumb over my clit.

I had two brothers, now best friends. The sight of them naked and hard, working in unison to make me come again, only made me lose control faster.

I held onto their strong shoulders and kissed Marcello. Of all the Knights, I would miss him most. Of course, he will always be a part of my life. So would the rest of the Knights. But I would miss the intimacy between us.

I already missed our nights together in bed, the simple things like him holding me after a nightmare or reading to me to help me fall asleep. I made the right choice with Luca, but I couldn’t deny Marcello would always hold a piece of my heart. My loyal protector, my friend, the one constant in a world filled with pain.

I breathed hard once our lips separated. “Marcello,” I whispered, sliding my hand down his chest.

“Tell me what you want, my queen,” he said in a deep, sexy voice that did terrible things to my body.

I traced the length of his lip with my thumb. “You.”

Without warning, Marcello had me on my back, taking control. Like his brother, he was a hunter. And I loved this side of him. I often forgot about the dangers of Marcello’s job and the lengths he would go to protect his queen. He was a savage, the leader of mercenaries. And when we were together, I only sawthe protective, loving man between my thighs, his long fingers digging into my skin.

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