[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Menage, Contemporary, MFM, HEA]
When Ellie is approached at her sister’s bachelorette party with an indecent proposal, she wants to say “no”. However, the man making the proposal is very persuasive as well as devastatingly good looking.
Ellie knows as soon as she signs the contract that her life is no longer her own. She is now the property of two brothers who see her as nothing more than a means to an end.
If she weren’t so desperate to put distance between herself and her family, she might not have so easily succumbed to the money that William and Michael promised her at the completion of the contract. The sum is large enough to change the direction of her life. She told herself it was an opportunity even though she knew that some proposals, regardless of how sweet they are, can easily turn sour.
Kalissa Alexander is a Siren-exclusive author.
Without a backward glance William Romano removed her from the group, like he had every right to, not even waiting for the introductions to be over. It was as if she was compelled to go wherever he was taking her, that turned out to be a small private room with a sofa, a few chairs, end tables and another door that was partially open. It dawned on her that the door could lead to a bedroom.
Trying to maintain a calm but cool voice, she said, “Why did you bring me here?”
“So I could have my wild and wicked way with you,” he chuckled. “Why else?”
“I know you’re joking. But if you’re not, you should have picked one of the other girls. I’m not your entertainment.” The nerve of the man. Having put him in his place, she walked away toward the door they had entered, holding her head high.
His arm shot out and before she could stop him, he was holding her in his arms. He looked down at her with interest. He had to be over six feet tall, she thought as she tilted her head upward to meet his gaze.
“I don’t want you to go, and I don’t want one of the other girls.” When she didn’t respond, he laughed then said, “You’re as prickly as Chad told me you were. Let’s hope he was right about your other qualities.”
“Chad told you I was prickly,” she said, wishing Chad had used a different word to describe her. But she supposed he wasn’t entirely wrong. “Maybe, when I’m being manhandled and dragged away from my friends.”
“They’re not your friends and I didn’t drag you. You walked here quite willingly.”
“That’s because you caught me off guard,” she retorted.
“Oh, so that dreamy, I’ll-go-anywhere-with-you look was you being put off guard?” With a smirk, he said, “I believe you’re lying to me, Ellie.”
“Believe what you want. I’m walking out of here now.”
A light tapping at the door had them both refocusing when a waiter walked into the room and placed a pitcher of something with fruit wedges floating in it on one of the end tables, with two glasses and a small bucket of ice. “As you requested, sir,” the waiter said as he backed out of the room, closing the door.
“You’re going to love this punch. They make it right here on the premises. It’s sweet, tart, and it’s potent. A lot like you,” he said and grinned.
“You don’t know me, you arrogant bastard. You really do have a lot of nerve.”
“I’m a businessman and I think you’re going to be very happy I chose you.”
He looked at her from head to toe and then ran a finger down her cheek. “You know you want to hear what I have to say and have at least one drink with me. I promise I won’t bite and after just one drink, if you want to go, I’ll let you go willingly.”
“You’ll let me go now,” she bit back.
He sighed and then said, “Yes. You can go. I don’t hold women hostage but what would one drink hurt. I have a proposition for you. I think you’ll want to hear it.”
She was warm. Too warm. She also couldn’t move. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was practically underneath Michael. He was sound asleep but to her chagrin, his cock was hard against her stomach. He was big. He might not fit inside her even if they did decide it was okay to fuck. That wasn’t a thought worthy of thinking. She needed to get away from him now.
She pulled an arm loose that hit his bicep. He made a noise and opened one eye.
“Ellie,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Isn’t this nice.”
“No…it’s not. I’m trying to get out from under you, if you don’t mind.”
“Maybe I do mind.”
“Michael…Get. Off. Me.”
With a grunt, he lifted his body and rolled over beside her. “I was having such a good sleep, Ellie. Why’d you have to ruin it?”
“You were crushing me, and I thought I was inside a furnace.”
“I know you are going to hate me for this, and you can yell at me later, but I have to kiss you. I have to kiss you right fucking now.”
He had warned her, but instead of pushing him away, she moved her body toward his. She wanted him to kiss her. No matter what her brain told her, her body was telling her something else.
Michael sensed her surrender and kissed her more deeply as his hand traveled upwards to her breast that he cupped, holding it. He moaned, taking his lips from hers to bring her nipple through the cloth and into his warm mouth. He suckled it and pulled on it before he gave it a nip that made her yelp in response.
When his hand tugged on her shorts, she lifted her butt so he could remove them along with her panties. All rational thought had left her. All she wanted was his hands on her, caressing her, making her feel like this was oh so right.
“I want you, Ellie,” Michael said, his voice thick with need. “Please don’t tell me to stop but I will if that’s what you want.”
This was her chance to end this insanity, but she didn’t want it to end. She wanted him to keep making her feel good. She was feverish with a lust and need that only Michael knew how to help quench.
“I want you, too, Michael.”
Her clothes seemed to disintegrate along with his. She felt him lift her legs and place them on his shoulders as he brought her wet pussy to his mouth, his tongue separating her folds, sucking on her clit, making her moan with desire and need.
“God, I love how wet you are, how ready you are for me. You’re so beautiful, Ellie.”
His mouth covered her pussy as his tongue went to back to work on her clit. She had only had a man do this to her once and she had found it had only added to her embarrassment, not her enjoyment. But Michael’s mouth was different. He was making love to her with it and creating sensations that had her writhing and moaning and aching for the impending orgasm that she knew would be better than anything she had ever experienced.
Michael lifted his head. “You like this, don’t you, baby? You want to come for me, don’t you? Tell me, Ellie. I want to hear you.”
“Yes,” she choked out. “I want to come for you. Please let me come, Michael. Please.”