Sweet Temptation

CHAPTER 34

Angelina curled up on the leather couch in one of the sitting rooms of The House and stared out of the window at the lush landscape. They were up on a hill, and the terrain sloped gently down until it met the high iron fence that separated the property from the highway.

Her body still throbbed, but she savored the sensation. She felt utterly content this morning, as if all was right in the world, which was a pretty stupid sentiment given there was some creep out there watching and waiting. It was a testament to how Micah made her feel, though. Safe and cherished. Protected, and yet he didn’t treat her gently. No, he was content to push her to near the breaking point. As she’d known he wouldn’t, however, he hadn’t pushed too far. He’d taken her to the brink and gently pulled her back.

His voice came over the intercom system. “Angelina, come down here.”

There was strength in the command. He expected her to obey. He’d been in Damon’s office most of the morning making phone calls and getting updates.

They still hadn’t talked about Mama Rose or his reaction to finding out she was the woman behind the mask who’d flogged him in the Miami club. Maybe they would talk now?

She rose, her stomach in knots. He’d been so angry the night before, but then he’d been angrier because she left.

When she got to Damon’s office, the door was open and she stepped inside. Micah was sitting behind the desk, leaned back in the chair as he waited for her. To her surprise, Cole was sitting in one of the chairs by the window just to the right of the desk. When had he arrived? Micah must have let him in when she was upstairs dressing.

Her gaze drifted to the left, and she came to an abrupt halt. Her mouth fell open as she stared at the equipment just a few feet away. Specially designed stocks. The highly polished wood told her the stocks were new, and the fur lining the hand and neck holds told her they’d been designed with some comfort in mind, but holy hell. She didn’t need an overly active imagination to figure out their uses.

“Take off your clothes, Angel,” Micah said.

Though she complied immediately with his quietly voiced command, her fingers shook nervously as she pulled at her jeans. Adrenaline jumped through her veins, leaving her flushed—and excited.

She paused at her panties and bra and looked to him for direction. He nodded. “Those too, Angel girl. We want to see you naked.”

Her eyes slanted sideways to look at Cole in her periphery. He was sitting forward in his chair, his gaze lean and hungry.

She slipped out of her underwear and then reached behind her to unclasp the bra. The cups fell forward, and she slowly pulled the straps down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor.

“Come here, Angelina,” Cole said.

She quickly glanced at Micah, and he nodded his permission. She walked over to where Cole sat. As she neared, he leaned back and reached to pull her between his thighs.

His hand slid over her hip and to her back. With gentle force he pushed until she leaned forward, her breast just an inch from his mouth. His lips closed ever so gently over the budding crown of her nipple. He didn’t pull hard or bite. He sucked lightly, his tongue lapping at the point.

She drew in her breath and put her hands on his shoulders to brace herself as he continued to feed gently at her breast. It was slow and sensuous and erotic as hell.

“You taste so good,” he murmured as he pulled away to stare into her eyes. Then he lowered his head once more, to take her other nipple into his mouth. He lapped and kissed, worked the soft flesh between his teeth, but he never exerted any pressure. She moaned and arched into him, seeking more.

The sharp slap on her ass with his open palm startled her.

She looked down into his eyes to see a reprimand glittering in his pale blue orbs.

“What do you think we’re going to do to you today, Angelina?”

She swallowed. “Whatever you’d like.”

He smiled. “Good answer. That’s very true. Micah is being very generous with you. I think he knows how much I desire you. He and I have much in common I’ve found. Though it’s not in my nature to share a woman—I tend to be very possessive—I find that being allowed to fuck another man’s woman is very satisfying. Very, very satisfying.”

He pulled her down onto his lap and cupped her cheek. He was such a contradiction. His actions and words were firm, but every time he touched her, he did so with exquisite care.

“Do you like it when he watches, Angelina?” Cole whispered. “Are you turned on when he gives you to another man, or do you secretly wish he would keep you all to himself?”

“I like to please him,” she replied in an equally soft voice. “I understand him. He understands me. We aren’t threatened by each other’s kinks.”

She turned to look at Micah, seeking confirmation. He stared at her, a warm smile on his face. Open desire reflected in his eyes, but there was also pride.

“Do you see how he looks at you?” Cole asked. His voice lowered as he said the next. “He knows how lucky he is even if he won’t admit it.”

Her breath caught and hung, her lungs squeezing. Cole’s hands smoothed over her belly, rounding the curve of her hips and then sliding up her spine to her nape. He gripped the slim column and massaged before forcing her to his mouth again for a long, breathless kiss.

Then he stood, carrying her with him. For a moment he held her in his arms, and then he let her slide down his body until her feet met the floor.

“Come,” he directed as he started toward the stocks.

Micah continued to watch from the desk, his gaze following her progress across the room. Cole pulled the top up and then gestured for her to get on her knees.

Warily she lowered herself to the floor and eased her head through the opening.

“Hands too,” Cole said.

She placed her wrists in the small cutouts lined with the fake fur. It was soft and nonabrasive against her skin. For that she was grateful. Who knew how long they intended to leave her here?

She gulped when the stocks closed around her neck and hands. She was well and truly trapped until they decided to free her.

“Now that is a pretty sight,” Micah growled.

“Indeed,” Cole murmured. “What would make it prettier is if her ass was a nice shade of red.”

Micah stood and walked around the desk. She glanced up to see him removing his belt. Oh God. Then he disappeared from her view while Cole moved around in front of her.

He reached for his fly, unfastened his jeans and pulled out his cock. Then he got to his knees in front of her.

“Just relax, Angelina. I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth while he marks your ass.”

He put his hand on her forehead and pushed upward so that her mouth was at the angle he wanted, and then he guided his cock past her lips.

“You expect me to be gentle. I won’t be. Not today.”

She closed her eyes and forced herself to give over completely to their authority. She was theirs. Their toy, the receptacle for their pleasure. They would take what they wanted whether she gave it or not.

A loud crack shot over her ears and fire exploded over her ass. She jerked forward, and Cole thrust hard to meet her forward motion.

“Better hope I come quick,” Cole said as he gathered her hair in his hand. “Micah won’t stop with the belt until I’ve come all over your mouth.”

Micah wasn’t easy. God, he wasn’t easy. The pliant leather bit into her flesh, sending a heated buzz sizzling over her ass. She opened her mouth and allowed Cole to fuck her, blanking out, tuning only into the slap of the belt against her ass.

He knew how hard to push. He knew she didn’t want it easy. He, unlike the others, was comfortable with her, knew her limits. He wasn’t afraid to test them. She belonged to him. He didn’t have to worry about stepping over the line like Cole did.

She twisted restlessly, arching, seeking the heat. Micah wasn’t gentle, but then neither was Cole. Cole fucked into her throat with ruthless precision. He timed each thrust with the methodical lashes Micah rained down on her ass.

“Suck me, Angelina,” Cole said harshly. “Use that tongue. Close your lips around me.”

With a groan she forced herself back to awareness. She tightened her mouth around his cock and sucked as he thrust deep. When he paused, she ran her tongue around the flared ridge.

“That’s better,” he murmured. “This is about us today, Angelina. Your only job is to see to our pleasure.”

“Make him come, Angel,” Micah said from behind her. “Your ass is only going to get redder. And then I’m going to fuck it.”

She sucked in air through flared nostrils as her excitement mounted. Their words were crude, raw, nothing loving or tender about them, and she loved it. Loved the power they had to make her crazy.

“Oh yeah,” Cole said as she swallowed against him. “Fuck yeah.”

His hips slapped against her cheeks. The sharp crack of leather rang out. Harder. Faster. Both men worked her over from opposite ends, one with his cock, the other with his belt.

Finally Cole locked her against his body, holding her head tightly as he ejaculated deep in her throat. Warmth flooded her tongue, some of it escaping and running from the corner of her mouth. She swallowed the rest, sucking eagerly as he gave her more.

Before he even withdrew, Micah’s hands parted her ass cheeks, spreading her as his cock bumped impatiently against her anus. In one forceful lunge, he was buried to the balls in her ass.

She shouted around Cole’s cock, and he stroked her cheek with gentle fingers, almost as if he were offering comfort and support as Micah ruthlessly opened her up.

Micah had always been so gentle when he’d taken her ass. Slow and leisurely. Now he took her without mercy, his cock sawing in and out of her ass with frantic, rapid pumps.

Touch me. Oh God, please touch me.

Cole withdrew, but he stayed close, his fingers idly caressing her cheek as Micah fucked her ass. He made no effort to wipe the cum from her mouth, and she could feel his gaze on her, looking at the evidence of his possession.

After a moment, he held his cock up again. It was semi-erect and his fluids mixed with her saliva gleamed on his skin.

“Lick it clean,” he ordered huskily as he wiped the tip over her mouth.

She opened to him and carefully licked and sucked, covering every inch of his dick. He thrust slowly, allowing himself to linger as she laved the broad head.

Then he pulled away and stood. He stepped from her view, but she knew he watched as Micah fucked her.

Micah’s fingers curled into her hips. He slid his hands up to her waist and held tight as he slammed his hips against her ass. Over and over. It was a test of her endurance because he had incredible staying power.

She closed her eyes and waited. She wanted to beg him to touch her. Just once. It was all she needed, but she wouldn’t fail him in front of Cole.

His movements became more urgent. His hands tightened around her and he pumped frantically into her. Then suddenly he yanked out.

“Spread her,” Micah said hoarsely.

Cole’s hands cupped her ass and, to her shock, spread her cheeks, holding her open. Micah moaned low in his throat and then she felt the hot wash of his semen spill into her ass. It splattered onto her back, slipping down her crack, but most was directed directly into her opening.

Wow. Her entire body trembled. She closed her eyes to ward off her impending orgasm, but it was completely out of her control. As soon as Micah dipped his cock back into her ass, sealing the fluid inside, she came apart.

Her knees shook and she bucked as he fucked her with long, deep strokes. Her nerve endings shrieked, and pleasure spilled sweet and unrelenting into her veins. The wave traveled her entire body, until the world blurred around her.

Her head fell forward, her jaw clenched so tight her teeth ached. Micah went still against her, and she felt the heaving of his belly as he leaned into her. He was still buried in her ass, and he remained there a long moment. Then he kissed her back. Just one gentle brush. And he withdrew.

“Are you hungry?” Micah asked Cole in a casual voice.

“I could eat.”

What? They were talking about food at a time like this? Her entire body was in shutdown mode. She’d shed her skin at least twice already.

“I have leftover pizza in the fridge.”

Their voices grew dimmer, and she realized they’d left her. Cum dripped from her chin and seeped down the inside of her thigh. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed from her orgasm. But she was powerless to move.

With a resigned sigh, she closed her eyes and waited for them to return.

She felt the vibration of their footsteps before she heard them enter the room. Her head came up, and her senses came alive. Amazing that as soon as Micah returned, her body responded. Fatigue was gone, and in its place arousal hummed through her body.

Without a word, with no warning at all, a thick cock slid into her ass. She gasped in surprise. Cole. He stroked in and out, silent, almost brooding. Then he simply pulled out and moved away.

Micah carefully removed her from the stocks and helped her to her feet. As she turned, she saw they were both naked and incredibly aroused. It was all she could do not to reach out and fondle Micah’s jutting erection.

Cole lay down on the floor and stretched his big body out. He already wore a condom, and his erection bobbed above his body, heavy and hard.

“Come sit on my cock, baby. I want your ass.”

Micah caressed the curve of her ass as she walked by. She stood between Cole’s bent knees and he motioned for her to turn around. It was an exact replication of what he and Micah had done the night Cole and the other two men had taken her.

She eased down, trusting Cole’s hands to guide her. He grasped the base of his cock with one hand and her waist with the other.

Her opening flared and stretched around him as he eased inside. Inch by inch, he crept forward until her ass met his pelvis.

“Lie back. Just like you did the other night,” Cole murmured. “I’ll hold you.”

She reclined into his body, allowing him to cradle her. As before, he curled his hands underneath her legs then lifted and spread her, baring her pussy to Micah.

Micah stepped between her legs, his eyes alive with savage lust. He curled one hand around her knee and grasped his dick with the other.

“No mercy this time, Angel girl,” he warned.

Oh shit. She squirmed, and Cole issued a sharp slap to her hip. Micah positioned himself to her small opening and lunged forward. Cole gripped the backs of her legs and his breath hissed over her ears.

“Shit,” he gasped out. “Fuck, this is tight.”

The two cocks, separated only by the thin membrane, rubbed over each other. Neither man seemed to care. Micah dictated the pace, and it was hard, rough and fast. Cole didn’t do much moving. He was locked deep in her ass, and Micah provided the friction.

Micah fucked her savagely. She didn’t even understand how he could move with her squeezed so tight around him. His possession was a mixture of pain and almost unbearable pleasure.

He yanked out, rippling across her swollen tissues. She yelped, but he didn’t give her any time to process the sensation. He stepped over her body, straddling both her and Cole as he lowered his straining erection to her mouth.

“Suck it,” he said hoarsely.

As Cole began to move in her ass, Micah plunged into her mouth, leaving her taste on her tongue. For several long seconds, he rubbed over her tongue, dipping deep into her mouth. He thrust hard one last time and hit the back of her throat. He stayed there, his hands tangled in her hair. Then, as he’d done before, he ripped out and moved down her body again.

He yanked her knees apart and tucked his cock into her pussy. He thrust, but this time he only got part of the way in. Easing back for more leverage, he surged forward again, this time finding his depth.

She yelled, uncaring of the repercussions. It was simply too much for her to bear. Her body splintered, fractured into a million tiny pieces. They gathered into a tight ball, so tight she was sure she couldn’t stand it another second. Then with the force of a hurricane, she exploded outward, the pieces flying.

Both men growled and held her tightly as she fought them. She was mindless in her release. The room blurred as wave upon wave of the most intense orgasmic pleasure of her life seized her and wouldn’t let go.

She emitted a final gasp and then her head went back as she lost consciousness.

Micah threw back his head and with a hoarse shout surged into her tight clasp, his release jetting into her body. God almighty she was incredible. Never, never before had he experienced such a rush.

His hands gentled around her legs, and he let his head fall forward again. Her head lolled to the side and rested against Cole’s shoulder. Her eyes were closed, and it took a moment for Micah to realize she had passed out.

“I’ll be damned,” he murmured.

Cole groaned and shifted underneath Angelina. Micah felt the twitch and swiftly withdrew from Angelina’s pussy.

“We fucked her unconscious,” Micah said.

Cole nuzzled the exposed curve of her neck and kissed her gently, his eyes glowing with contentment.

“Yeah, I noticed. Talk about an ego boost.”

Micah laughed and reached down to pick Angelina up. Cole’s cock came free, and Cole lay there on the floor, his arm flung over his eyes.

“I think she killed me, man. I swear to God I’ve never had a woman like this before in my life.”

Micah looked down at the woman in his arms. “Neither have I,” he said softly. “Neither have I.”

Angelina stirred, her eyes almost too heavy to open. Her body was bathed in lethargy, and she almost decided it wasn’t worth the effort to wake up, but then she felt Micah beside her.

“You’re back,” he said softly as he claimed her lips.

She opened her eyes to see him lying next to her on their bed. They were face-to-face and his arm was thrown possessively over her hip.

“Where’s that other guy?” she asked drowsily.

Micah laughed. “Cole’s gone. While I don’t mind sharing my woman in certain circumstances, no one else is allowed in the bedroom. This is our place. Here you’re mine. Just mine and I don’t have to share you with anyone.”

She shivered at the possession in his voice. She snuggled closer, melting into his embrace. Here ... here everything was right. Perfect. Nothing could intrude. The rest of the world didn’t exist. He was right. This was their place. Their haven from reality.

He took her hand and slowly guided it down her body, low to the juncture of her legs.

“Touch yourself,” he said huskily. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

She stretched sleepily but rolled onto her back so he could see her hand as she slid it into the curls between her legs.

Already she was aroused, and she knew it wouldn’t take long. Her clit ached, and she was wet.

Micah rose up on one elbow to watch her, his eyes warm as his gaze lingered on her body.

She slipped her fingers through the folds, fingering her entrance. She ran a finger around the circle and then went back to her clit, stroking with one finger. She pressed inward, finding just the right amount of pressure.

Almost there. Almost ... She had braced herself for the inevitable swell when Micah grasped her wrist and pulled her hand away. Her eyes flew open, and she wasn’t able to stifle the sound of her protest.

He brought her fingers to his mouth, and he sucked each one, licking her moisture from the tips. Then he kissed her palm and slowly brought her hand back down to her pussy. He motioned for her to continue, and she went back eagerly, wanting to maintain the edge on her orgasm.

To her frustration, she had to work up again. Her hips rolled impatiently, her fingers worked frantically. Her breathing sped up. Perspiration beaded her forehead. Almost. Almost. She was poised on the precipice, looking over, ready to fall.

Again he gripped her wrist, a faintly amused glint in his eyes when she gripped her fingers into a tight ball against his hand.

He was going to drive her crazy.

“Please,” she whispered.

His gaze softened, and he let her hand go.

Her fingers glided through her wetness. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and rolled her hips in rhythm with her fingers. Building, swelling, tighter.

She strained upward, bucking as her fingers danced over her clit. She was distantly aware of Micah moving, of the bed dipping, but her only concern was that he might stop her again, so she rushed on, determined not to be denied this time.

She ground her teeth together, and suddenly Micah yanked her to the edge of the bed. He brushed aside her hand and swept down, sucking her clit into his mouth.

His tongue flicked repeatedly over the quivering button, and just as quickly, she broke.

He lapped her up like a starving man, his mouth working over her screaming tissues, working her into a frenzy. She arched, bucked, her ass coming off the mattress as she forced herself onto his tongue.

He cupped her ass, raising her higher, helping her as he devoured every inch of her pussy. She shuddered uncontrollably as wave upon wave of intense pleasure blew over her like a thunderstorm.

“Micah,” she whispered. Her anchor.

He eased her back down onto the bed and then pulled her forward until she slid off the edge and into his waiting arms. She rested her head on his shoulder as he held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her body.

He kissed her neck as soft as a whisper and stroked her hair with gentle fingers. She stirred and pulled slightly away so she could look at him.

She kissed him, long and lingering, enjoying the smoothness of his mouth, his tongue, like velvet.

“You taste just like a man should taste,” she said with a sigh.

He chuckled. “And how does a man taste exactly?”

“Strong. Like he’d never allow anyone to hurt me.”

He leaned in and kissed her again, hard and breathless. “Take that to the bank, Angel girl.”