Her Filthy Bratva Bodyguards: A Bratva Mafia Reverse Harem Romance (Her Filthy Harem Book 3) by Penelope Wylde

Author:Penelope Wylde [Wylde, Penelope]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penelope Wylde
Published: 2022-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Tomas

“I can’t quite dance with all of you at the same time.”

Maksym begins to sway them both to find the rhythm. The sides of her dress flash a hint of skin teasing my cock with all that deliciousness. I purposefully try to make myself appear smaller. I turn to the side and lean down a little so she doesn’t feel so crowded.

I’ve never felt so lost over someone as I do the beauty in front of me. I know Maksym and Stefan feel the draw, the connection. The pain in her eyes called to us or some shit like that. Hell, I’m not some romancing Casanova. I just know what I want and I go for it.

Where the hell does poetry come into play in that?

Knowing what I want, which was staying alive and doing what it took to stay that way, kept me breathing long after an enemy’s bullet should have ended my reign a long time ago.

Before her, I thought I knew what I wanted out of life.

The second her pink-tipped fingers touched mine, my soul nearly fused with hers right then and there on some primal level. Maybe it did because for the life of me I can’t seem to break away from her.

I lower my voice and lean forward. “Who says you can’t dance with three men? I think we’ve shared enough for you to know we work well as a team.”

Pink creeps into her creamy cheeks and I bite back a smile worthy of the devil himself.

Glittery, mischievous eyes lock with mine. She wants to play, but something is holding her back from me. From us.

For the love of all things unexplainable in this world, I have no words for the way a simple touch from her makes me want to rip the world apart and kill every last fucking monster in it to ensure her safety.

I can’t wait to have my aching cock fill her tight pussy. See her face light up with the delight we give her and her tiny, curvy body writher between us in our bed.

It will be the fucking end of me, I know it.

What the hell has gotten into me? Fawning over a woman has never been my style. Or ours for that matter. Sharing women isn’t something new to us, but India is different. Sharing her comes with a new meaning and change to our lives we are all ready for.

Maksym gives me a quick, hard look over the top of her head and that’s my cue.

I link my fingers with hers and lead us to the middle of the dance floor just in time to catch a waltz that gives me the liberty to pull her flush against my hard body with no questions asked by the gawkers.

With every bit of self-control I have in my body I keep from throwing her over my shoulder, signaling to my brothers to find the nearest exit.

Her body trembles in my hold and I’m pissed she doesn’t feel comfortable in her own home.

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