Page 18 of Fatal Love

Slowly, I pressed my bulbous head into her opening. It was tight, but once I was buried inside her ass, it felt like heaven. Michael's cock was hard against the thin barrier between our dicks. His balls pressed against mine as I seated myself fully. She leaned forward and laced her fingers with his. I began to move, causing her nipples to rub against Michael's chest. He began moving his hips, thrusting in tandem with me. The sensation was electric, sending a million volts of electricity through my veins. Sounds of sex filled the room as we raced toward a cliff we would never come back from. This moment would define us forever—with no hope of salvation.

Rachel screamed out. “Oh god!”

Her walls clamping down on our shafts. I could feel Michael’s cock as it swelled against mine, his seed erupted inside her. My own release rushed out of me, making me lightheaded as I pumped into her, filling my own condom with cum. The rubbers ballooned with our desire, threatening to burst as Rachel’s body convulsed around us. In that moment, our souls morphed into one, binding us together permanently.

I don’t know who moved first, but Rachel was in the center of the bed, her body flush from our lovemaking. Michael had disposed of his condom and crawled in beside her. I stripped off mine and tossed it into the trashcan beside the bed and crawled into the space behind her. Her leg draped over mine as Michael's arm laid across both of our sides. It was in this position we fell into a deep slumber, a mess of tangled limbs and blankets.

Tomorrow was unknown. But right then, I knew Rachel and Michael were mine. I only hoped when the morning light shined, regret didn’t follow.

Nine

Rachel

The hot bodies wrapped around mine were another reminder of how much I'd fucked up. The stale scent of sex and masculinity assaulted my senses as I inhaled a deep breath. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself for what happened. I wanted last night just as much as they did.

They…

I was currently in bed with two men. Two vastly different men at that. Michael was an attorney who fought for the underdog. And Antonio… he was everything I stood against in my career. He was a criminal, untouchable by any law enforcement agency. His family… was one of the most powerful in Vegas and Italy. And he was currently tangled up with me in another man’s bed.

I blinked away the sleep and slowly wiggled my way down the end of the bed. They were knocked out from exhaustion the night before left them in. A night that had me sore in places that hadn’t been touched in a very long time. My movement jostled Michael, causing him to shift and drape his arm across Antonio. Most women would be disgusted or bothered by the sight, but I wasn’t normal. Something about seeing two men share something physical had always gotten me revved up inside. My feet padded across the plush carpet as I made my way towards the adjoining bathroom.

The face staring back at me was not someone I recognized. The girl in the mirror had been making decisions that the Rachel I knew wouldn’t normally make. As I inspected the glow kissing my skin, I realized the old Rachel wasn’t who I wanted to be anymore. After splashing water on my face, I ran my finger over my teeth using some toothpaste I found in the drawer.

“I have extra toothbrushes, you know?” Michael stood in the doorway watching me.

I smiled as I wiped my hands off on a nearby towel. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“How are you feeling? Any regrets?”

Did I have any regrets? I searched my mind for a feeling of guilt but found nothing. “Nope. You?”

“The only regret I have is the timing. Last night was more than I could have ever dreamed of, but the fact is we have a major problem on our hands.”

In the distance, I heard the familiar sound of my ringtone going off. “I should answer that.”

Michael stepped to the side and handed me one of his T-shirts. “You might want to put this on.” He grinned as he ran his hand down my bare skin. “Even if you look good this way.”

“Thanks.” The shirt hung to my knees, covering my bare bottom as I headed out of his room in search of my phone. As soon as I stepped into the guest bedroom, I grabbed the device off the nightstand. There had been fifteen missed calls in the last hour from my boss. And an additional dozen from Agent Jackson.

Michael furrowed his brows at me. “You look serious.”

“I have over twenty missed calls. Some from the DA and the others from Agent Jackson.” I pressed the speaker button and waited.

“Hill. Where in the fuck are you? I’ve been calling you all morning. I…” his voice faltered, making me tense with concern.

“What? Are you okay, Mike?”

“Turn on your TV, Rachel. I thought you were dead. Where are you?”

“Before you freak out, let me explain. I’m at Michael Brighton’s house.”

“Good,” he cut me off.

“Wait. You’re not mad that I’m at the defendant's attorney’s house?”

“He might be the only one who can protect you. We now know Dmitri Ivanov is targeting us. My family has already been moved to a safe house, and Agent Jackson is here with me now. Rachel.” he sighed. “I think you’re right. Riley Lawson is innocent, and we need to figure out how to clear her name.”

“What makes you think Dmitri is targeting us?”

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