Page 126 of Dangerous Men

“And of course he’s dangerous,” I say, my voice a little too dark, a little too real. Sydney tries to move away from me, butshe’s already right up against the table, and there’s nowhere else for her to go as I close the distance between us. She holds a hand out to my chest to stop me coming closer, and I grab her wrist, squeezing it tight.

“We’realldangerous,” I tell her. Because I need her to understand this, I need herto get it. I need her to finally fucking see it. “Me. Viper. Alec.” I chuckle as she winces, tugging in vain to pull her arm out of my grip. “EvenAshton, with all his pretty smiles. We’re dangerous men, Sydney.”

She shakes her head quickly from side to side, like she refuses to believe it. Like she can’t believe it.

“You should be thanking Viper, you know,” I tell her. “He’s the only one of us who’s actually been honest with you about who we are.” I laugh, sounding a little manic even to my own ears. “Hell, he probably couldn’t lie to you if hetried.”

I can feel her pulse rapid as a trapped hummingbird against my hand, and I know I should stop.

But that fierce woman is in there.

I know she is.

And this version of her justwon’t fucking understand.

“You know what I think? I think youlikethat we’re dangerous,” I say. I press closer until we’re chest to chest, pressed against one another. This is the closest I’ve ever been to her, and my body immediately responds, blood filling my cock until I’m so hard it hurts. “I think you’re a little dangerous, too, Sydney.”

“No.” She shakes her head violently. “I’mnot.”

“Stop pretending,” I snarl. “You fucking love it. You loveus. When Ashton and Sterling took you to their room and spread you out on that bed, you knew exactly what they were. They gave you just a taste of what they could do for you, and you loved every second of it.”

“How…” Sydney’s pupils are wide enough to eclipse the brown in her eyes as she stares up at me. “How do you know that?”

I’m so fucking tired of wearing this mask.

“Because I was watching you,” I confess without an ounce of regret. My cock is rock hard, digging into her, as I finally,finally, let the mask fall away completely for her. Let her seeme. “Because I was watching the whole fucking thing, from start to finish, Sydney. Everything they did to you.” I lean down, pressing my lips to her ear as I hiss, “And I fucking loved it.”

There’s a fine line between fear and arousal. Sydney’s pupils are blown wide, her breathing and pulse erratic. But her cheeks are flushed, her lips are a deep, rich red, and when I press against her harder, pushing her back against the edge of the table, her legs clench together, desperate for friction.

I’ve spent years learning to analyze the subtle expressions of people.

I know when a woman is aroused.

“I loved watching you,” I tell her. I drop her wrist, sliding my hand into her hair instead, gripping it to bend her neck back and force her to look up at me. To see the truth in my eyes. “I loved watching them spread you open to feast on you. I loved how wet your pussy was for them, how much you wanted it. You would have taken them both if they’d offered it, wouldn’t you? Given them any hole they asked for.”

She doesn’t answer.

“Our perfect, filthy girl,” I say, twisting her hair in my hands.

I’m close enough to see the exact moment when her gaze hardens. There’s a flare of something dark in her eyes when she looks away.

There sheis.

“Let’s play a game,” I say, kicking her legs open and reaching down, under her skirt. “Tell me you don’t love this, and I’ll stop. Tell me you’re not soaking wet right now, dripping down your thighs, and I’ll leave right now. And never come back.”

It takes no effort at all to lift her to the table and spread her legs wide. My hand hovers at her hip, fingers playing with the hem of her panties.

Sydney’s lip twitches, and her eyes flick to mine, but she says nothing. She glares at me with those beautiful, dark eyes, completely silent.

“That’s all you have to do, Sydney,” I promise her, stroking my fingers over her skin. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me I’m wrong, that you don’t belong to us, that you want me to stop…”

My fingertips dip under the fabric, just a fraction, and she sucks in a breath.

“Or don’t say anything. And let me find out for myself how wet you are.”

Sydney’s eyes narrow at me.

But she doesn’t say a word.