Page 55 of The Queen's Vow (Ruthless Games 2)

THIRTY-FOUR

REBECCA

One moment I had Julian’scock in my mouth and my throat drenched with his cum, the next I got lifted off the bed by a set of powerful hands. Dread poured through me until I smelled the cologne.

Anthony.

I might have preferred the hitman at the moment.

Not my three lovers staring at me standing here naked, dripping with another man’s cum.

Giancarlo and Sebastien pulled Julian out of the bed, his cursing filling the room.

“Stop. Wait,” I yelled and broke away from Anthony, who held a knife. Trying to pry my way in between towers of muscle was useless. “Please don’t hurt him. He wasn’t—”

“Wasn’t what?” Sebastien had Julian by the throat against the wall, a gun in his other hand.

Gian turned to me, his eyes angrily taking in my naked body.

For everyone’s sake, I reached down to the floor and slipped on Julian’s tee-shirt which barely covered my pussy.

“Don’t get dressed for us,” Gian said and the anger mixed with pain in his voice destroyed me.

“We’re not discussing this here,” Anthony said, lifting me again.

“He was protecting me.” I pounded on his back.

“And that’s how you thank him?” Sebastien said, grinding his knee into Julian’s naked balls. “Or was that your price? Forcing her to go down on you, Russo? Yeah, we know who you are. I remember you.”

Gian stomped past me and my legs went weak thinking he’d leave me. The door opened and I lost my breath, I couldn’t even call out to him. The afternoon sun poured into the room, blinding me. Gian’s body faded, but then he came back.

Something slammed on the floor and wiping my eyes, I saw...

My bag of clothes. The one I packed over a week ago. I felt sick, ready to vomit. Even worse, if Julian had been right about one of their fathers, or all three orchestrating the hit, now my men would step aside. Let me be killed. They looked so damn betrayed.

“Inside the bathroom, now,” Gian ordered.

A shock of lust rolled through me recognizing his Dom voice. “Sebastien, please let Julian go.”

“Yes, please,” Julian grinded out, sounding in pain.

Sebastien stepped away and Julian collapsed. Instincts shot me forward, but Anthony held me back. “Just what the fuck is going on here, angel?”

With the room no longer in total chaos, my spine straightened and I took up a neutral position.

“About a month ago, Julian and I kissed.”

“A month ago?” Sebastien said.

“Before...” I had to get the timeline straight in my head. I’d been seeing Giancarlo in his sex club, but he hadn’t kissed me yet. “Before our fight.”

“Fight?” Anthony said.

“Before you three cornered me and dragged me all over Manhattan trying to shame me. Before we...” I plastered a smile on my face as I looked at each man. “Before we all fell in love.”

Silence thickened in the room.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen with Julian.” I kept my voice strong. “But the connection I feel for each of you, is what I feel for him too.”

“No.” Sebastien waved his gun.

“No, what?” I asked him, but I had a good guess.

“No. You’re not fucking him too,” Anthony ground out.

I set my shoulders back and stormed up to him. I slapped Anthony and grabbed his shirt. “I’m not fucking you. Or them.” I pointed to Sebastien and Gian. “We make love. We love each other.”

Julian eyed my guys cautiously. He tried to convince me they couldn’t possibly love me. That they were using me. Was their show of anger and jealousy helping or hurting me?

“Right?” I looked again at each of them. “We love each other? Anthony, I love you.”

He cocked his head, that jet-black hair so striking. “Angel, yes, I love you. We love you.” He pulled me toward him, bringing our mouths together and it hit me, how much I missed him. The connection I thought was lost came roaring back. I gave a slight whimper of relief at finally being held and kissed by Anthony. “We came together as one, angel, the three of us because we have history.”

“I share that history,” Julian spoke up. “How does he have history with her?”

He pointed to Gian.

“Fuck you.” He stomped up to Julian. “I was the only one with balls in this city to make a move on her.”

Anthony bit his lip, but stayed quiet. All of Manhattan knew my father had promised me to Anthony, so no one had dared to go near me.

“He’s right,” I said, positioning myself in the center. “But while we were coming together, I had feelings for Julian too. I have...” My breath hitched. “I have feelings for him now and I want him to be part of what we have.”

“We’re not talking about this while he’s naked and you’re filled with his cum.” Gian bent down to pick up my satchel. “Back to what I said before. In the bathroom. Please,” he added this time.

“Julian, get dressed.” I stood there and watched Anthony and Sebastien hold still.

Movement and grumbling behind me meant Julian obeyed me. Not that I got off on that. I tried to protect him. Once he had those sweats on, I said, “I will get cleaned up. But I have some questions for you.”

“For us?” Sebastien asked, looking surprised.

“Yes.” I swallowed and glanced at Gian. “Where were you that night?”

“I drove around and around looking for you. You never called that hotel room I told you I used for messages.” He glared at Julian. “You took her.”

Exhaling, I chose not to mention the needle in my neck. “He did.”

“Reluctantly, I assure you.” Julian folded his arms. “She didn’t go willingly. She wanted to call you, Giancarlo. I didn’t let her. I didn’t trust you.”

“I waited for the call, but got on the road anyway.” He looked down. “I have no proof. My phones were shut off. We had a decoy car. Why would I lie?”

“He thinks your fathers put the hit on me,” I said softly.

They glanced at each other with caution, suggesting they weren’t sure if their fathers had either.

“And if I had a part in that, why wouldn’t I have gone to pick her up?” Gian shouted.

“Why were you at a gala that night?” Julian asked Bastien, but also looked at Anthony.

Bastien pinched his nose. “We didn’t want the hitman to think anything was wrong. We didn’t want them to know we knew. If they knew we knew, they’d know Becca was on the run. That made her a target. Giancarlo was supposed to take her to his safehouse.”

“He rarely goes to parties,” I whispered, realizing it all added up.

My arms ached to hold each of them. Closing my eyes, I said, “Do any of you think your fathers are behind this?”

Gian gripped my chin. “I’d kill my own father if he ordered a hit on you. Do you know why?”

“Because you love me,” I whispered and it felt like he and I were the only ones in the room. “Kiss me, please.”

Gian’s mouth on mine pumped steel into my spine, reviving me. I wrapped my leg around him and he gripped my thigh. Our mouths went sick on each other in a mad rush.

He lifted me and my back hit the mattress. My heart pounded as I struggled to figure out if this was the best use of our time. Weren’t we looking for my would-be-killer? I glanced around the room, four men, all of them armed meant right now this second no one would hurt me.

“You want this guy knotted up with us?” Gian asked me, holding my face.

I knew he meant Julian. “Yes. The same way I wanted each of you.”

Gian undid his belt. “Let’s see how he handles me fucking you in front of him.”

I had to make sure Julian wanted to be a part of what we had. “Jules?”

“You’re asking his permission?” Gian let his cock spring free from his pants.

Scooching to the end of the bed, I gripped it. “No.”

Gian’s body stiffened as I took his cock deep into my mouth. “God, yes, Becca.”

The air crackled in the small room as three other males became aroused. Slowly, I pulled off Gian’s cock and breathed in his skin, cupping his tight balls. “Jules,” I repeated and then looked at him with my tongue swirling the head of Gian’s cock. “Do you want this? Do you want what we have?”

Before he could answer, I closed my eyes and worshipped Gian’s cock.

His hands held the side of my head as he thrust in and out of my mouth. “Yeah, Jules. Do you want some of this?”

“Fuck this.” Anthony climbed on the bed and lifted my hips. “I’m not sure he has what it takes.”

“Has what it takes?” Julian asked, his voice gravelly with lust.

“To let another man fuck the woman you love.” Anthony took out his cock and drove into me from behind. Euphoria spread through me. I gripped the sheets, twisting them in my fingers until it felt like my fingernails would break.

This show Gian and Anthony put on to test Julian felt so intense. The air thickened in the room and I felt like I could break in half.

Sebastien paced in front of the bed, glancing from us, to Julian. “Messina’s right.” He pushed himself against Julian. “You remember us in high school. Everyone knew I loved her. And if you’ve been paying attention to our world the last five years, you know I never stopped.” He put his gun down and unbuttoned his shirt.

“This is how much I love her.” He pointed to all his scars. “This is what I did to myself for years to make the pain go away.”

“Jesus, man. Ouch,” Julian quipped.

Sebastien scoffed and then reached for Anthony’s knife.

Licking Gian’s cock, I blurted, “Sebastien, come here. No.”

“You enjoy getting fucked, my love.” He smiled at me and then turned back to Julian who seemed like he didn’t know where to put his eyes. On me getting fucked while going down on another man, or Sebastien Daria with a knife. “If that killed me, I’d be cutting myself. It takes fucking balls of steel to let a woman you love be touched by another man. So... Do you have the balls?”

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