STORY EXCERPT

 

Terrance held her face between his hands and saw that her pupils appeared dilated. She looked high. His gut clenched as fear and anger nearly consumed him.

“She’s not drunk, she’s been drugged.”

Terrance pulled Angelina against his side and walked her to the elevator.

“I want Reynolds and Ben to look over the security tapes. Find that asshole and see if you can get a name on him. Also see if he placed something in the drink. Tell Ron and Smith to find her other friend. Felix and the other friend are in room three.”

“Got it, boss,” Bull stated then spoke into his mic.

Terrance was filled with mixed emotions. He was angry, he was worried and he couldn’t believe that Angelina was in his and his brother’s club. When his men found the asshole that drugged her, he was a dead man.

He paused as he felt Angelina run her fingers through his hair. She moved in front of him and pressed her body against his.

“I always wanted to do this.”

It was too much, having her this close to him. She was so beautiful and young. His cock hardened from the feel of her body. Her breasts felt full and large as she pressed them against his chest. She tilted her head up and kissed his chin.

He grabbed her wrists to stop her from rubbing his hair.

“Angelina, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.” The elevator chimed, indicating that they had arrived upstairs, and Angelina made a similar sound with her mouth. She was flying high and he wasn’t sure what to do. He walked her down the hall to his main office.

He heard the call coming through his wrist mic. He lifted his wrist as he held Angelina by her waist.

“I need you here now, my office,” he stated to Lucifer.

As he closed his door, Angelina wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders.

“You sound so bossy. Who were you talking to?” she asked as she lifted her thigh and rubbed it against his. This was torture for him. She was a sexy woman, and he would love nothing more than to rip the dress off of her and make love to her, branding her his own, but he knew he couldn’t. He and his brothers still hadn’t made up their minds. It didn’t seem fair to take Angelina away from her life as she knew it.

He pushed her leg down and she nearly lost her balance.

“I want you to sit down, Angelina. I’m going to get you some water.”

“No water, and no martinis. There’s something wrong with the martinis,” she slurred.

He knelt down on the floor.

“Did you taste something bad in them, sugar?” he asked her, trying to figure out what drug was in them.

“No. Just felt it right away. Why are we talking so much? We’re alone now, Terry, baby. I want to touch you.” She ripped open his button-down shirt and pressed her hands against his chest. He was shocked and then she licked his nipple, rubbed her palms all over him and began to rub herself against him again.

The door to the office shoved open, and Terrance was grabbing her hands trying to stop her.

“Please, Angelina, you don’t know what you’re doing.” She released him and moved to the side. That was when she saw Lucifer.

“What the hell is going on? Someone said a woman was drugged.”

“Close the door, Lucifer.”

Angelina grabbed Terrance by the waist of his pants and began to undo his belt. He grabbed her hands and then glanced at Lucifer, giving him an evil look.

Lucifer seemed to be putting two and two together as Terrance was doing everything in his power not to reciprocate Angelina’s moves. His anger grew deeper, knowing that some guy nearly took her out of the club in this drugged state.

“Angelina, you have to stop, baby. That guy you were talking to, the one who brought you down the hall to the back exit door, drugged you.”

“Where is he?” Lucifer asked.

She rubbed herself against him then kissed Terrance’s chin and licked and sucked on his neck as she rubbed her mound against his cock.

“Please make love to me, Terrance. I want you so badly. I want you and your brothers, but they don’t want me.”

Lucifer pulled her away from Terrance. He held her by the shoulders and looked at her face.

“Lucifer?” she asked and held his gaze as her body swayed.

“Her pupils are dilated. We may have to get her stomach pumped, because there’s no telling what he gave her. We have to report this, Terrance. She could have been raped.”

“You’re so serious, Lucifer. Stop being so serious.” She pointed her finger at his cheek and ran it down and into his mouth.

She stood up on tiptoes and kissed his lower lip. “Mmm…you taste good, too. Why don’t you want me? Don’t you like my body?” She cupped her breast. When she did, she pulled away and held herself.

“Angelina, what is it?” Lucifer asked her.

She shook her head as if trying to get rid of the sensation.

“It hurts. He hurt me,” she whispered.

“We’re going to take you to the hospital, Angelina. You need help,” Lucifer whispered.

“No hospital. You look at it.” She began to pull down her top when Terrance grabbed her hands to stop her.

“Jesus. We have to get her out of here.”

“No, Terrance. Make love to me. Both of you.” She tried to kiss him, but Terrance and Lucifer stopped her.

Terrance held her firmly by her arms.

“No, Angelina. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

She pushed away from him and nearly stumbled.

“You’re just like Mike and Tye. They treat me like I’m a daughter and not a woman. I am a woman!” she yelled, and then she held her head between her hands.

“Angelina, are you okay?’ Terrance asked as he reached for her.

“I’m going to be sick.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“You don’t have to stay. It’s late and I’m sure you have things to do.”

“Things to do?” Lucifer asked as he sat up and stared down at her.

“We’re here because you scared the shit out of all of us. There’s no place else we’d rather be than with you, protecting you and caring for you.” He raised his voice and seemed awfully upset.

“Why are you angry with me, Lucifer?” she asked as she leaned back and stared up at him.

He shook his head and released an annoyed sigh.

He placed the palm of his large hand against her waist as she lowered back down to the bed. He crept up along her body, being careful not to crush her.

“Goddamn it, woman, if you ever do anything so crazy again, I swear I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” she whispered, holding his gaze, noticing how intense his deep green eyes were and how large his features were. He was a giant compared to her much smaller size. His lips moved closer, and she felt her body anticipate the feel of those lips against her own. She wanted to kiss him.

She felt the heaviness of his thigh as he maneuvered it between her thighs. Her chest moved up and down, his mouth inches from her cleavage and neck.

Lucifer looked down at her breasts then up again at her face. “I’ve wanted to taste you forever.”

He leaned up and kissed her softly on the lips. It was almost as if he feared her rejection, but he was foolish to think she would do that. She lifted her hands up, despite the achiness and placed her palms against his head, maneuvering her mouth against his.

Her cheek ached as he delved his tongue deeper, exploring her mouth and devouring her moans. He maneuvered his body above hers, slowly releasing her lips to look into her eyes. He was leaning on his forearms staring down at her. Angelina felt so tiny and feminine underneath him. She could feel his cock, hard against her inner thigh.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, and she shook her head.

He maneuvered his arm under her waist and rolled her to her side. His hand moved up her blouse to cup her breast as he began to kiss along her neck and chin.

“You taste delicious, Angelina.”

Something carnal came over her. Despite the injuries and the aches and pains she felt, she wanted to explore Lucifer. When he stroked a nipple with his finger then nipped her shoulder as he made his way down to her breast with his lips, she reciprocated his desires.

She pulled at his shirt, lifting it from his dark jeans and pulling it up. She caressed her hands along his wide, hard chest, hating the bandages that hindered smooth movements.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not hurting me. I want to explore you but these damn bandages and the pain is annoying me,” she admitted.

“Let us take care of you,” Tye chimed in from her other side. She glanced over at him, not the least bit embarrassed that Lucifer’s hand was still cupping her breast and stroking the nipple. She moaned softly while he continued to stroke harder then pull at the tip.

“I want you naked so I can feast on you,” Lucifer told her.

“I want you naked, too,” she replied and he gave a small smirk. Not a smile. That would be unlike the intense, serious Lucifer she understood him to be.

Mike and Tye began to undo her blouse and help to remove her camisole. Lucifer pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He undid the clip on her jeans then pulled them down and off her legs. He paused as he gently held her right thigh, turning it slightly toward him.

“Fuck. Did this happen tonight?” he asked, and she felt her chest tighten.

“I’m sure I’ll have more. He tackled me to the ground, and he was a big man, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s eyes suddenly looked so dark and angry. She felt herself tighten up. Then just as quickly they were back to appearing calm. He leaned down and licked across the bruise then kissed it. He pushed his hands between her legs and brushed his thumbs against her panties and pussy.

He held her thighs open. She tried to close them as she thrust slightly upward. She felt hot, nearly on fire with need, and he’d barely touched her.

He gave her a stern expression. “Keep them open. You’re ours now.” Her heart soared with appreciation for his sexy words and his even sexier body. The man was a work of art, just like his brothers.

As Lucifer undressed, she felt fingers against her chin, turning her toward the other side of the bed, and there was Mike. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Soon that gentle kiss turned more passionate as he made love to her mouth while maneuvering his fingers against the front clip of her bra.

He slowly released her lips as the bra fell open.

“God, Angelina, you’re a work of art, sugar.” He leaned down and licked across her nipple. She felt his teeth nip around the protruding flesh. Then his tongue sucked away the sting.

The bed dipped and Lucifer was between her thighs, rubbing them gently.

“You were made for us, Angelina. There’s no doubt in my mind.” He leaned forward to taste her other breasts.

She thought she might die from the sensation of two men sucking on her breasts at the same time. But then she felt Lucifer’s long, thick cock against her belly.

He released her breast and stared into her eyes. “I want you now. I can’t wait, sugar.”

“Don’t wait. I need you inside of me. I want all of you with me.” She felt the tears fill her eyes.

Mike moved to the side but not before caressing a thumb gently against the corner of her eye, pushing away the unshed tear.

A moment later, Lucifer ripped the thin thong panties from her body and tossed them to the side.

“Lucifer,” she whispered, not scolding him but shocked by his move.

“You’ll learn that I’m not a patient man, chère.”