Alicia had always wondered what it would be like if Bas ever lost control.
She had a feeling she was about to find out.
His hands were all over her and his body was straining hard. She stroked her tongue against his and whimpered when he pushed deeper inside her. He was stretching her down there. She didn’t know how many of his fingers she was taking, but she felt the pinch – and the associated pleasure.
His mouth was voracious as he carried her across the room and lowered her onto the bed. She stretched out upon it, arching up to meet him.
She’d dance with him any day. She’d wanted to dance with him from the first moment she’d seen him in those mysterious dark sunglasses.
‘Was it the angel outfit?’ she asked as he reared upright and began tearing at his clothes.
‘It’s you,’ he hissed.
He stripped down fast, and it was only then that she saw his tattoos. They were dark and vivid, like warrior markings. They slashed across his chest and circled his arms. Two were low on his stomach, drawing her attention to something even more mysterious.
She sucked in a breath. No, he wasn’t gay.
His cock was pointed straight at her, thick and rigid. He wasn’t Remy’s size, but he wanted her. Badly.
She reached out to touch him. The moment she cupped him in her palm, his head snapped back and the tendons in his neck went taut.
‘Stroke it,’ he said fiercely. ‘Pump it, sweet angel.’
She did as instructed, exploring the feel of him from the tip of that hard cock down to its broad base. He was hot and smooth. She could feel the energy pulsing inside him. She gripped him tighter and rubbed her thumb over his sac.
‘Fuck!’ he bit out.
He jerked out of her hand so abruptly, she thought she’d done something wrong, but then he was climbing onto the bed and pushing her knees apart. She scooted higher on the bed, trying to make room for him, but she let out a cry when he leaned down and buried his face between her legs.
‘Oh!’ she cried. ‘Bas!’
He worked his shoulders between her thighs, spreading her obscenely. His mouth felt hot against her pussy, the act more intimate now that she was bare. He rubbed his cheek against her and the sting of his five o’clock shadow brought her right up onto her elbows. She propped herself up, squirming and watching as he ate her.
Her toes curled as he held her open with his thumbs and licked her all the way from her perineum to her clit. He settled in for a good suck, and her head dropped back in astonishment. Oh, heavens. It was like he’d been starving for her.
She whimpered when his teeth brushed against her sensitive bud, but then the hot suctioning began again. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through his silky dark hair. He wasn’t giving her up and she held him close as he investigated her crevices and thrust his tongue into her opening.
He finally pulled back and nipped at her inner thigh. ‘My fallen angel.’
Alicia held out her arms, waiting for him to crawl up over her, but his hard grip settled on her waist. He flipped her onto her stomach and used his knee to spread her legs again. Her face was buried in a pillow, but her head snapped up when she felt the penetration.
‘Ah! Oh, God!’ she gasped.
She hadn’t expected him like this – wasn’t ready for it, yet his cock bore into her from behind, going deep. He wasn’t gentle about it, and she shuddered as unexpected nerve endings fired. He felt huge this way – a dominating conqueror. She spread her legs wider, trying to relax and not fight him.
He planted his hands on the mattress on each side of her and began thrusting heavily. Alicia fought to keep her panic and her excitement from overwhelming her. The position wasn’t quite right for her. Digging her knees in, she tilted her hips back.
‘Mmmmm,’ she groaned.
That was what she needed. The sound of his hips smacking against her bottom seemed loud in the silence. No music was being piped in this time. Was anyone watching from the next room?
She ground her forehead into the pillow. His balls were bouncing against her pussy with every thrust, and she was more tender down there than she’d ever been. She latched onto the slats of the headboard. Her arm brushed against the glittery halo that was still perched on her head, but now tilted at a bizarre angle. She watched as it bobbed and weaved each time Bas lunged into her.
‘God, you’re still tight. I thought Remy had been using you.’
Her fingers turned white as she squeezed them tighter. ‘He has.’
‘Then you must have been like a fist when he first started.’ His weight came down more heavily upon her and he worked his hands underneath her, pushing the sheet aside. He cupped her breasts greedily and Alicia heard the wings on her back crinkle. ‘What is it about you that ties men up in knots? You’re so damn fascinating. Innocent, yet dirty. Shocked, but eager. How the fuck am I supposed to leave you alone?’
Her cries were getting louder and faster as he pumped into her. The position led him straight to the very heart of her and his balls were bouncing against her clit. Her body undulated beneath his solid weight. She couldn’t take much more of this.
‘You’ve been begging me for it,’ he said harshly into her ear. ‘Now take it.’
She did – and soon she was coming. The orgasm pulsed through her, hot and gushing. It swept along her veins and through her muscles. Her body convulsed in pleasure and she felt warmth spilling into her. His come was warm and sticky between her legs. She let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. ‘Bas, I –’
She let out a surprised squeak when he rolled her over and penetrated her again, this time face-to-face, stomach-to-stomach.
‘Ahhh,’ she gasped. She caught his shoulders as she curved into him. Her wings poked into her back. The sight they must make – him in dark tattoos and her naked except for angel’s wings. She wrapped a leg around his hip. She hadn’t thought he’d be able to do this again so soon, but his cock still felt hard inside her.
She melted a bit. Why had he waited so long if he’d needed her so badly? She’d been willing … waiting … wanting …
They both jerked when the door suddenly sprung open. Bas lurched up onto his elbows. She instinctively covered herself, but she recognised the figure filling the doorway. The light in the hallway emphasised his height and form. Muscled from head to toe and thoroughly disagreeable.
She shivered. ‘Remy.’
Bas’s hips stopped pumping momentarily, though his cock remained buried deep inside her. A look passed between the two men, and Leesha felt the tension in the room rise. She looked worriedly from one to the other. Remy looked angry, yet when his gaze turned on her, it turned excited and aroused. Bas, on the other hand, looked pained. Almost apologetic. Somewhat ashamed.
But then Remy reached for his belt buckle and stepped inside.
When that door clicked shut behind him, Alicia knew it was another mark in time, another passage she wouldn’t forget. She watched him, anxious and buzzing, as he stripped down in front of them. Anticipation grew inside her, just like Bas’s cock.
He began thrusting into her, more lazily now, as he watched his friend get ready to join them. ‘I couldn’t hold back,’ he bit out. ‘She pushed me over the edge.’
Remy’s heavy cock bobbed as he set one knee onto the mattress. ‘She does that to a man. Don’t you, Angel?’
She cupped his cheek as he leaned down to kiss her. His lips were soft against hers, always so soft.
He ran a hand down her side and covered her breast. ‘Roll her onto her side.’
Alicia’s nerves gave a jitter she hadn’t felt since the first time he’d caught her in that hallway. A jitter of uncertainty and confusion. She rolled with Bas when his momentum pulled her along, but she watched Remy over her shoulder. What was he planning to do?
Bas caught her chin and pulled her around for another hot kiss. His edge was back, his tiredness gone. ‘We did too good of a job with you. The good girl is tempting the bad boys.’
‘You’re not bad,’ she said, looking into his green eyes. There were shadows there. She’d thought that making love with him would remove them, but they were gathering like a storm front.
‘Yes, we are,’ Remy whispered as he pressed up against her. His body felt like an oven against her back.
Alicia shuddered. She was naked in bed with two lusty men. They were both touching her now. She kissed Bas as Remy played with her breasts. He worked her nipples into hard knots and bit at her shoulder.
Her wing jutted out at an odd angle.
Oh, God.
His hot cock was stroking up and down the cleavage of her bottom, bumping into the base of her spine. She reached back and caught his hip. His muscles flexed, and her fingers clenched.
Bas was fucking her like a machine. Steady, pounding and unending. Remy held her breasts to his mouth, and his buddy latched on. He suckled at her strongly and Leesha twisted in near delirium.
She was sandwiched between the two, and they were both taking their share. A fervour had settled in the room, and she groaned at the charge sizzling through her.
But then Remy moved away.
She reached back for him, but tensed when she heard a drawer open. She knew what that sound meant now. It always accompanied something that excited and unnerved her.
Twisting her head around, she tried to see what he was doing, but her body seized up tight when a long finger pushed into her behind. Lubricating without warning. Without any discussion.
‘Remy!’ she cried.
‘Oh, yeah,’ Bas grunted. He pressed his face into her breasts. ‘She loves that, Rem. Give her more.’
Alicia’s legs worked in distress. It didn’t hurt, but she wasn’t sure what it meant. She’d taken Remy anally. It had been an effort, but they’d worked up to it together. But she was already making love with Bas. He was stroking in and out of her pussy in smooth, confident glides, and he wasn’t small.
Was Remy going to put that plug into her again? Her nipples stiffened against Bas’s chest. It had hurt the first time with the cowboy, but that added fullness? That forbidden pressure in her backside? It had made her come harder than she’d ever come before.
‘Easy, now,’ Remy murmured as he scooted up close behind her.
Too close.
Her breath sucked in when she felt the tip of his slick cock replace his finger. It bumped up against her anus and she rolled her hips away in distress. The move pushed her right onto Bas’s cock, and he groaned in pleasure.
‘You can’t,’ Alicia gasped. She looked over her shoulder, wide-eyed and little panicked. He wasn’t going to use a toy. He was going to push that huge penis inside her.
She was already filled. She couldn’t take him back there, too.
Yet neither of the two men in the bed was backing off.
She was caught between the two of them, and they were so much stronger than her. Bas was lean and muscled, but Remy was a hot, looming blast of energy. Her body was stiff as Bas looped her top leg over his hip and held her there.
Remy was rubbing against her, intensifying the pressure bit by bit. His gaze was steady on hers. ‘We can,’ he assured her.
‘Remy,’ she begged.
His hand was gentle on her hip. ‘Are you telling me no?’
His voice was calm and deep, not angry or accusing. He would stop if she asked him to, but in all her time here the only thing she regretted was saying no to him. As much as this scared her, she didn’t want to reject him. She didn’t want him to think she preferred his friend.
Because she didn’t.
‘Maybe afterwards?’ she said in a tiny voice.
His cock broached her protective barrier and slid a good three inches into her ass. ‘Now.’
Her mouth fell open on a silent cry. Oh. Oh, God!
He cupped her breast and buried his face in her hair. ‘Trust me.’
Alicia’s body bowed, but trapped as she was, the move was erotic. All her senses went into overdrive. She could feel the hot brush of skin everywhere. She could smell the sex in the air and hear the soft curses and slippery sounds.
But down between her legs, she felt everything. Pressure and heat. Throbbing electricity. The fullness was too much. Overwhelming her.
Trust him. Could she? Her heart was racing and her breaths were raspy in her throat. It hadn’t started out that way but, out of everyone, she trusted him the most. He’d never hurt her. He’d promised her that.
Although that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be pain.
She pressed her shoulders back against him as he went deeper into her. Her white wings were crumpled beyond repair. Bas was watching her with those intense green eyes. His strokes were steady and measured. Relentless.
Remy’s words were tight. ‘Just let me get it in. Then you’ll know.’
She squeezed her eyes shut. She already knew. It hurt, but the pleasure was dark and sucking. It was more than ecstasy or hedonism.
It was a wicked rapture.
They were both big and, as much as she’d been experimenting, she still struggled to adjust to two cocks inside her. She felt full to the bursting point.
‘Bear down,’ Remy instructed, his voice gruff.
‘Ahh! Not like that,’ Bas said. ‘I’ll blow.’
Alicia squirmed between them, unthinking. She was beyond conscious thought. She’d been reduced to a mass of emotions. A purely physical being. With one last push, Remy worked himself in to the hilt.
His breaths were hot against her ear. ‘Yes?’
‘Yes!’ she cried. Her need had become voracious.
The dance began then, a complicated rumba – the dance of sex. She’d never dance it on-stage the same way again. The three of them moved in sensual rhythm, both men pulling back in tandem and penetrating again in unison. Alicia’s head spun. Such relief to such sublime pleasure. The pain drifted away and became a companion.
She felt herself spinning upwards. Twirling and pirouetting. Leaping and reaching.
Her halo fell off and rolled onto the dip in the pillow between her and Bas.
And she came.
The orgasm was hard and grinding. Sudden and intense.
It left her fighting for air, but the dance hadn’t ended. Her partners were intent on ravishing her. She began moving in time with them again. Their hips rolled in sinful unison, her pussy clasping Bas and her ass squeezing Remy.
It was on her third orgasm that the two of them joined her. Hands clutched at her. Legs tangled. Breaths intermingled. In that moment, they were one – and she found heaven.
They collapsed against the bed and Alicia sagged against the pillows. Her lovers’ bodies warmed her from the front and the back, and a thin coating of sweat made their skin stick. She intertwined her fingers with Remy’s at her hip.
‘Dear God,’ she whispered.
A muscle in Bas’s cheek twitched. He watched her intently, the relaxation on his face turning into something else. Confusion? Uneasiness?
Instinctively, she reached out to cup his cheek. ‘What is it? What’s wrong?’
His groan was different this time. Low, rumbling and full of pain. Catching her by the waist, he pulled out of her. The slickness of their connection made the move easy, but Alicia still flinched.
It made her all the more aware of the cock still inside her.
‘Bas?’ she said with concern.
He’d rolled onto his back and was grinding the balls of his hands into his eye sockets. ‘Fuck! Shit! God damn it, Remy. Why did you let me?’
Alicia felt Remy’s arm wrap around her more tightly. ‘I’m not your keeper, Bas.’
‘Fuck!’ With a burst of energy, Bas sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He hung his head and clenched his hands into fists.
She reached out in concern. His lungs were pumping so hard, the dragon tattoo on his back looked as if it was breathing fire. She brushed her fingers over the markings, but he shied away.
She pulled back when he flew off the bed and spun around to face her. The look on his face was one she hadn’t expected. It was full of anger and anguish. He covered his crotch with his hands as if embarrassed to have her look at him – or as if she shouldn’t.
‘God forgive me,’ he rasped. He yanked his gaze from her and bent down to grab his clothes from the floor. ‘Because I’ll never forgive myself.’
‘What’s wrong?’ Alicia asked. She was so confused. It had been so good, for all of them – or so she’d thought. ‘What did I do?’
‘What did you do?’ His hands were shaking as he zipped up his pants. ‘You tempted me to do something I’ve never done before. Son of a bitch! I should have been able to resist, but you walk around with that body.’
He suddenly couldn’t look at the bed.
He raked a hand through his hair and it stood out in tufts. ‘And your dancing! You pulled me down until I couldn’t hang on.’
His shirt hung open and he left his suit jacket and tie on the floor. He swept up his shoes as he stormed towards the door. ‘Delilah.’
The door slammed shut and Alicia cringed. He was so angry, with himself and with her. She still didn’t know what she’d done, but she knew the story of Delilah.
The temptress who’d brought down Samson.
‘Aw, shit,’ Remy hissed. Holding her hips, he gently pulled out of her. He rolled onto his back and rested his wrist against his forehead. His breaths were deep and raspy.
So much hurt filled the room. Such a sense of betrayal. Apprehension filled Alicia. ‘Why’s he so upset?’
‘Because he’s married.’
She jack-knifed up to her knees on the bed. ‘Married?’
Remy sighed. ‘Yeah.’
‘To whom?’
‘Her name is Sam.’
Alicia’s brain spun, but then she was caught with the vision of the beautiful blonde who’d visited the church – the one in the wheelchair. Guilt kicked her in her gut so badly, she nearly doubled over. ‘Samantha?’
‘They’ve always been an item. He’s never cheated on her before.’
Alicia was horrified. She’d slept with a married man. She was an adulteress.
‘But he –’ He what? Ran a strip club? Was around naked women all day long? Provided ‘private’ entertainment for high-paying clients?
‘You might not think it, given his line of work, but he takes his vows seriously. Or maybe I should say took …’
Alicia clutched the pillow to her front, ashamed now of her nakedness. Her wings were still looped around her shoulders, but they were limp and broken. She looked around the room, trying to find clothes to cover herself, but she didn’t have any. A ragged sob left her lips.
‘Aw, babe.’ Seeing the distress on her face, Remy leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his T-shirt. ‘It’s not your fault.’
He handed it to her and she pulled it over her head with shaking hands. It wouldn’t stretch over her wings. Her angel’s wings. She ripped them off and threw them away. The halo glittered from the headboard. She dived forward, grabbed it and flung it to the floor too.
‘Yes, it is.’ She was the one who’d kept pushing at Bas, wondering why he wouldn’t touch her. He wouldn’t touch her, because he was upholding his marital vows. Lashing out, she shoved Remy’s shoulder. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you stop him?’
‘Me?’ He hitched himself up onto his elbows. ‘I tried. I didn’t see him cart you off. I was dealing with a disturbance at the door. By the time I got here, you two were already getting busy.’
Alicia felt queasy. She’d never said it aloud, never given it conscious thought, but she’d always considered herself in the right in this whole situation. Holier than thou. On the ‘good’ side. Yet she’d seduced him. She was Bas’s temptation to sin. She was the one who had pulled him down, a devoted husband.
She rolled out of bed, unable to look at it anymore.
Because what they’d done had felt so good. The three of them, dancing in carnal debauchery.
She rushed to the door and stumbled through it.
‘Shit,’ Remy cursed behind her. The mattress squeaked as he climbed off of it. ‘Alicia!’
She moved blindly down the hallway. She hung her head low and hid behind her hair. She was mortified and crushed. The plush carpeting soaked up the sounds of the club, when all she wanted to do was howl.
Someone was suddenly in her way, and she jumped. She’d been so intent on staring at the floor she didn’t see the other person until his shoes were in her line of sight.
‘Sorry,’ the man said, catching her by the arms before she crashed into him. ‘Angel, isn’t it?’
Marguerite was suddenly there, looping her arm through her customer’s and cuddling up against him. ‘You’re mine tonight, Doyle.’
Doyle. The cop. The one who’d ticketed her father for the loudspeakers.
Alicia stared at him, eyes wide, even though she felt dampness pressing. She knew she’d seen him somewhere else. A blue light flashed from on the main stage, and she remembered the news video of Paul’s arrest. He’d been on the scene there, too. She stumbled back, but watched the couple as they made their way into Private Room Two.
A hand wrapped around her arm. ‘Let’s find somewhere we can talk about this.’
She whirled on Remy like a dervish and pointed at the now closed door. ‘What’s he doing here?’ she hissed.
‘Who?’
‘Sergeant Doyle.’
Remy shrugged. ‘He’s a regular.’
A regular customer who was also on the payroll? The man seemed to show up at the most convenient times for the Satin Club.
What was going on here?
Remy tried again to coax her away from the main stage. ‘Let’s go back to the room.’
He was bare-chested and barefooted. He’d literally given her the shirt off his back, but everything was clicking for her now. All the pieces were assembling in her head. He wasn’t the man she lusted after, the one who was beginning to make her heart go soft. He was the ex-military man – the one who knew about computers and background checks and technologies. Bas was the one with the power, the money and the connections.
And the wife.
Leesha pressed her hand to her aching stomach. Had this all been part of a manipulative scheme? She’d always thought it honourable that they hadn’t responded to her church’s taunts – that they’d taken the higher road. But had they? Or had they taken out Sunny Epiphany’s members one by one? Paul was obvious, now that she thought about it. And Steve? How had he ended up drunk at the church?
‘Did you send Samantha to speak with my father?’
Remy’s face darkened. ‘She went to the church?’
OK, so she was innocent. Of everything. Just an interested party and an unintended victim.
But what about herself? They’d known she was a dancer. They’d talked to her about it the first time they’d met. Had this all been part of their game, too? A strategic move to bring down her father?
‘Was this all planned?’ she asked. They had the power and the know-how to carry it off. ‘Did you come after my church intentionally? After me?’
His shoulders stiffened and a closed look settled on his face. ‘You came after us first.’
The words slashed like a knife. Her father took her for granted. Bas had used her to make money, but for some reason Remy’s betrayal cut deepest.
She yanked her arm out of his hold.
‘Well, we’re even then,’ she said softly. ‘Because none of us won.’