Page 15 of Room Twenty-Four: Under Their Hands

“What are you going to do?” I turn to her but she’s already staring at a man who’s wearing a mask and moving closer to her. She licks her lips and I laugh. “Never mind. Got it.”

I hit the button for the elevator and step inside, taking a deep breath when the doors close. The last glimpse I have of Alexia is a large man looming over her, his eyes eating her up.

Good for her.

The smooth elevator comes to a gentle stop and I step out, checking the numbers and finding myself standing in front of room 24. I run my hands down the sleek red leather of my dress. The slender straps on my shoulders leave me mostly bare above the waist and my skin prickles with light goosebumps.

I take a deep breath and open the door, stepping inside, the silence surrounding me quietly. I close my eyes and hold my hands in front of me tightly. The door opens and closes behind me with a gentle snick. I can feel them pacing into the room and surrounding me.

“So you did come, princess. Good. I’d hate to have to hunt you down.”

I start to open my eyes but a dark voice behind me growls. “Keep ‘em closed.”

I suck in a sharp breath but keep them closed as he commands.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes, his hips bumping into me from behind. I can feel the thick hardness in his pants against my back. He’s so damn tall.

“Are you guys planning on telling me your names?”

“Absolutely. Since you belong to us, you should know who we are. You can open your eyes.” I do and blink them to try and clear them. One of the men stands in front of me. The dark-haired, dark-eyed man in the fancy suits. He grins and licks his lips. “Green eyes. Like sparkling emeralds. Fuck, you’re gorgeous! I’m Marco Mantoni.”

“He’s the boss.” The man who came to my office stands beside me so that leaves the biggest, meanest-looking guy at my backside. I glance over at the familiar man. “And you are Seth.”

He nods and the other man slips his hand around my throat, pulling it up so that he can lean down and whisper in my ear as I whimper, fighting to keep from moving my own hips. “I’m Bruno Bugato, sweetness. And from now on, you only do what we tell you to do. Got it?”

I nod my head stiffly while he holds it up and out. “Good girl,” he breathes into my ear, making me shudder.

The three men form around me, the hulking brute directing all of us. I thought the boss would be in charge but it’s the big man behind me, the man holding my head up with one hand while he holds my hip against him with the other.

Marco finds the zipper hidden on the side of the dress. He tugs at it and grins wickedly. Seth moves in and his talented fingers lift the leather skirt. He drops to his knees and smirks up at me. “Tell me you’ve got that damn thing on again. I’ve been dreaming about it all night.”

His fingers touch my garter belt and he groans. “Fuck yes. Oh my god, woman. You are so fucking sexy.”

Between the two of them, Marco and Seth manage to strip me until I’m just dressed in a pair of red fuck-me heels, and the red garter belt and black stockings. A red push-up lace bra mounds my generous breasts over the top of the scrap of fabric.

All three men gape and I feel wicked powerful for the first time in a long time. I’ve let the men around me push me into a box and keep me holed up in their own little preconceptions of who and what I am.

These men don’t have that problem. They want me. I can see it on their faces. Their eyes are eating me up and I love it. Love the feeling of power surging in my veins. Power and desire. All of it is whirling around in me in a cocktail that has my body tightening, my juices dripping down my legs.

Bruno takes a deep breath and growls like a fucking animal. “I can smell your desire, beautiful. I bet you’re dripping for us.”

“I-I am. I want you. All of you.”

“Good. Because we’re about to claim you.” Bruno moves around me and all three men flank each other in front of me. “This is not for just one night, baby girl. This is going to be so much more.”

I hold my head up, desire and uneasiness fighting for dominance in my swirling belly. “I agreed to one night. That’s it.”

Marco shrugs and Seth grins. “You think what you’ve got to but we’ve been looking for a long time for our queen and we’ve found her. Think you can get away from us? You can try. Won’t work but you can give it a shot.”

Bruno paces around me like a wild animal, his amber eyes flashing, nostrils flaring. “Hold her.”

Marco grabs me by one arm and Seth grabs the other. Bruno moves behind me and yanks me against him and his hands slip around my heaving chest, grasping my chin roughly. “You remember. Red. If you need a breath, need to stop for any reason…red.”

I nod my head, gulping. Bruno moves away and comes back holding a slip of red lined lace. He grins. “It’s like they knew. Like they knew what you’d be wearing, how stunning you’d like.” He removes the mask on my face and groans when he sees my face. His fingers caress my cheekbones all the way down to my lips, pushing his thumb in between my lips. Automatically, I suck at the salty digit, the taste of man bursting across my tongue.

“Fuck, I want to gag that pretty mouth, watch those red lips pressed open and gasping for air.” Marco’s rough voice makes me quake.

The slip of fabric is slipped over my head and tied across my eyes, leaving me blind to everything around me.

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