Page 141 of Dangerous Men

I gasp at the sound of him removing his belt. Alec moves until he’s straddling my back, one knee on either side of my hips, and grabs my hand.

In a practiced movement, Alec loops the belt over my wrist, then grabs my other hand and does the same, tightening the leather until it almost hurts.

He presses my bound wrists against the mattress above my head, threading the belt through his bed frame and securing it in place with a hard yank. Then he leans down until his lips brush the back of my neck.

“You look so good like this. Tied up for me to use.”

I moan, writhing against the mattress. A moment later, I feel his hand snake down my back, over the curve of my ass, dipping between my thighs.

With one hand on my neck, holding me in place, he slips his fingers into me.

My scream is muffled by the bed as he fucks me hard with his fingers.

“Who do you belong to, darling?” Alec asks. There’s a dark edge to his voice that makes me tremble.

I can’t think. I can’t move. My world has narrowed to the wonderfully dirty things his fingers are doing to me.

“Answer me, Sydney.”

“You,” I gasp. I raise my hips as far as I can off the mattress, gasping every time his fingers enter me.

“Are youmine, Sydney?” His voice is rough. “Orours?”

His fingers thrust hard inside of me. The words tumble out of my mouth without thought, without reason.

“All of yours!” I gasp.

And I mean it.

I want all of them. Alec, my dark prince. Ashton, my sweet friend. Sebastian, my vicious protector.

Maybe even Viper.

I don’t even think when I say it, don’t even consider that it might not be what he wants to hear. But Alec groans his approval, his fingers thrusting into me harder.

“That’s right, darling. You’re all ours.”

God, I’m so close. I pull against the belt holding my wrists and arch against the mattress, wanting more.

With a cruel laugh, Alec pulls his fingers from me, depriving me of my release. He shifts further down the bed, moving until he’s between my legs. Then he presses those same fingers into my mouth, forcing them as far in as he can get them.

“That’s our fucking girl,” he says. The deliciously thick head of his cock presses against my entrance, rubbing against me, before he forces himself inside.

It’s impossible to scream around the fingers invading my mouth. The noises I make are garbled and warped as he starts to fuck me.

“You were made for us, darling,” Alec grunts. His pace is fast and rough and exactly what I want from him. He slams into me, words punctuated by his hard thrusts.

“All.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Four.” Thrust. “Of us.”

Light explodes behind my eyes as I come, my body arching against Alec’s as my muscles go almost painfully tense. With a guttural curse, he follows me, burying himself entirely inside me and filling me with his release.

I should be mortified. When Alec pulls his fingers from my mouth, a trail of drool follows, and I notice that I’ve drooled a small spot on his sheets. My makeup must be a mess, my mascara smeared over my face.

I can’t seem to bring myself to care as I pant for breath, every nerve in my body fuzzy and satisfied.

“Are you okay?” Alec’s voice is breathless. But his hands are unfathomably gentle as he carefully undoes the belt still wrapped around my wrists. He leans over my back, cock still buried inside of me, and softly kisses the inside of each wrist.

I nod, head heavy against the bedsheets.