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Chapter Fourteen

Irene

I try to shake off the memory as Matteo walks me down a long hallway.

Does Globe even remember the first time we met?

I remember watching him kiss the girl and then loop an arm over her shoulder and walk away.

For some reason, I thought my luck had changed that day.

He didn’t look even remotely the same. Colorful tattoos adorn his perfectly sculpted muscles, but they aren’t bulky.

He’s lean, tall, and perfectly tanned with the softest brown eyes that can turn into melted chocolate when…

“Here!” Matteo stands us in front of a locked room, and the door almost looks like one of those bank vaults. Glancing at him over my shoulder, his grin is wide as he shakes my shoulders with glee. Jesus, why is this man always so happy?

“Wow!” I gasp, hoping that my enthusiasm sounds real.

It doesn’t.

He laughs as he comes around me, turning the handle until a click sounds, then he turns it the other way.

“This place is old, yet it’s probably the safest place you can be right now.

” He continues to move the handle until it creaks, then he turns another small handle on the side. Suddenly, it pops open.

“Shit,” I mutter with awe, shocked at the whole place. When you first walk in, there’s a completely decked-out kitchen. Looking over my shoulder, I look at the alleyway that led us here. Dark and gloomy, it would absolutely get you lost if you didn’t know where you were going.

“You like?” He asks as he shoves me forward.

I take note of the light gray walls that surround the kitchen, but of a dark brown color almost blending in with the dark brown wooden cabinets that adorn the place.

A marble slab sits on the island with a sink that ties the look together just a few feet away from the other cabinets.

A few stools rest under the lip of the other side of the island, and honestly, it’s the nicest kitchen I think I have ever seen.

The clubhouse isn’t dirty or gross by any means, but it is a bachelor pad through and through, even with couples walking the halls.

I take note that there're no windows yet the home appears just as bright as normal daytime.

“It’s so nice,” I whisper as I drag my fingers across the soft marbled top. I look over my shoulder and see him at the entrance of another room to the left. Following him, I realize that there is also a living room. “How did you find this place?”

“I accidentally stumbled upon it,” Globe’s voice startles me, and I turn to see him leaning against the doorjamb from the front entrance.

He pushes off, walking to the living room and sitting on the dark blue couch that is perched against the back wall.

He waves his hand to the loveseat adjacent to him, and I walk slowly over, sitting on the matching furniture.

Right across from me is a massive built-in bookshelf that’s half-filled with books. Globe and Matteo follow my gaze.

“Regan helped us fill that,” Matteo says with a smirk on his lips. I furrow my brows and smile, waiting for someone to start talking about what the fuck happened earlier.

“The club went on a weapons run a few months back to exchange goods with another MC. When we got there, they told us that they were looking for a new home base and that they had some property for sale. Immediately, all of us pretty much passed on it. What did we need with that when we were happy to remain in the club? Fast forward coming back, Matteo and I took a scenic route back to the club because other shit was going down that I didn’t need to be a part of.

We rode into this alley area where we were told it was a speak-easy.

I knocked on the main door, and a man with a bright face answered and let us in.

The second I saw the vaulted door, I knew it was ours.

” Globe glances over at Matteo, who is looking at his hands.

I ask the question that’s pounding a hammer into my verbal filter, the one that makes the ooey gooey part of me want to melt like chocolate on a warm day.

“Ours?”

Globe levels me with a heated look, one that forces me to remain in contact with him.

“Ours,” he affirms, then shifts his gaze to Matteo. “Ours.” I don’t know what it is, but that same soft spot inside of me snaps.

I pounce.

“Mine.” I rasp then slam my lips against Globe’s. He doesn’t take any time to think before his hands are wrapping around my waist to bring me in close. My body moves of its own accord, grinding against his cock as I kiss him like he might disappear from underneath me.

His mouth tastes like spearmint and whiskey, an odd combination, but as his tongue tangles with mine and my hands wind through his lush brown hair. A groan echoes behind us, forcing me back into my head.

I go to scramble off Globe, but he holds me tightly.

“You think you are going to straddle my dick and press those soft tits against my chest and then pretend to be some innocent virgin?” Globe growls then leans forward and nips my bottom lip between his teeth.

It’s a pain that rockets right down to my core, and I can’t help myself from putting more pressure on it.

In a split second, his fingers tangle in the base of my hair, and he yanks my head backward, forcing us to be eye to eye.

“Please,” I whimper, yet I have no idea what I’m asking for. Do I want more? Less? He must know because he gives a dark chuckle.

“Good girls will get what they earn. Naughty girls will take what we give them.” A second set of hands roams over my shoulders, keeping away from any distinct spots that might shove me over the edge of need.

“What do you say, troublemaker? Do you want to play?” Matteo groans next to my ear, the hot air breezing over the shell of it and sending shivers wracking through my body. Attempting, and failing, to nod, they both seem to get the hint.

A sharp smack lands on my right breast before another smack lands on the other.

“Words are the only way we know what you mean,” Globe admonishes as he tsks. “Not so brave now, are you?” A sob leaves my throat, a sound of pure want. Need. Matteo’s rough hands skim over my shoulders, the calluses catching slightly on the material of my shirt.

“What about…” I breathe out, words jumbling in my head and stumbling out of me. “You…Nero…”

“I already pinned spots for him, and the team is working on getting Kastiloff here,” Globe explains, but the words sound muddled as I work them through my brain filter. In a move that I can’t explain, Matteo helps Globe throw me over his shoulder.

I gasp, caught off guard as the world tilts around me. “Where are we going?” I shriek, the fire in my belly only ramping up with the perfect view of Globe’s ass. Matteo trails behind us, and when I see his bulge beneath the denim material of his pants… “Fuck.”

As my eyes drift up his impressive, muscled body, I catch the beginnings of a smirk. With clear intent, I drift my gaze back to his impressive length, and his hand covers it, giving it a white-knuckled squeeze. I can’t help the moan that leaves my throat as my mouth waters.

Just as I open my mouth to taunt him, I go flying through the air. “Shit-” then land harshly on a plush bed. Both men stand at the foot of it, taking me in with lust in their eyes.

“You like to be in charge, but here, you do as we say,” Globe grunts, his dark chocolate eyes grazing over my body like he is hungry for me.

A moment later, he meets Matteo’s dark ocean blue eyes.

Like a tennis match you can’t look away from, I volley between the two as heat radiates between us all.

“You are mine. Ours.” Globe takes a step over to Matteo, grabs the back of his neck, and plants his lips on his.

It takes Matteo a moment to come to his senses, but it doesn’t take any time for either of them to start grabbing at each other.

“Fuck, get it off,” Globe growls impatiently.

In a split moment, Globe grabs the front of Matteo’s shirt and yanks.

The material gives way easily with a sharp rip, then shoves it off Matteo’s broad shoulders.

His golden complexion practically fucking shimmers in the dim lighting of the room.

Shadows cast defining glows across his rigid abdomen, and with each intake of air, they ripple.

Sexually charged energy winds inside of me, wrapping around me tightly until I can’t help but wiggle on the bed.

My thighs shut on their own accord, attempting to gain the friction that it’s being ignored.

When I realize that isn’t enough, I slide my hand down my stomach and over my mound.

A moment later, reality snaps through me, and I jolt.

“What?” Matteo asks, his whole body suddenly turned toward me as he tries to figure out what went wrong. Redness deepens across my cheeks as embarrassment flows through me.

“I, uh… this all happened really fast, and I haven’t had the chance to…you know,” I stutter, trying to just fucking speak.

Globe furrows his brows, but Matteo barks out a laugh.

“You think we fucking care that you haven’t showered?

You think we mind hair covering that sweet cunt of yours?

” I can’t take my eyes off the dominating male in front of me.

Globe must have understood what was happening because he’s crawling to me on the bed.

“Your juices flooding your sweet, creamy pussy? Sitting and marinating for us to fucking eat?”

I honestly don’t know how to react to that.

Globe doesn’t give me a chance before my thighs are ripped apart, my hand swatted away, and his face dives between them.

My back bows off the bed with a sudden zing of pleasure.

Drastically different from his words, his fingers caress my breast lovingly, gently pinching my nipple.

Until a moment later when his touch moves away only to land harshly on the sensitive skin.

“Oh, fuck,” I detonate. My pussy clenches on nothing, the empty feeling slowly climbing through my limbs as my body begs to be filled, fucked, and bred. “Again,” I whimper, barely able to catch air as another swat lands on my chest.

“She’s fucking soaked,” Globe grumbles against my sensitive center, his tongue lapping at my clit with fevered need. “Your pussy is desperate, needy for more.”

“She’s being such a good fucking girl,” moans Matteo as his mouth suddenly latches onto my nipple.

Globe shakes his head, abandoning my clit before smacking it.

“She hasn’t fucking done anything to deserve to be a good girl,” he grunts, then slams two fingers in my entrance.

My back bows off the bed, my entire body lighting on fire as I tightly clench on his invasion.

“Fuck, you are such a good naughty whore,” he growls out, repeatedly battering and pushing them as he adjusts, and adjusts, and-

“Oh God,” I scream as liquid flies out of me, my orgasm ripping through my body as I beg mercilessly.

His fingers don’t give my body any reprieve as he relentlessly slams that sweet, sweet spot inside of me.

Never letting up, never stopping, he drains and reams and drags more than I thought I was able to give to him.

Globe withdraws with a deep, hoarse groan. “Look what we have here,” Matteo rasps, though it’s deep and almost…animalistic. He drags his fingers through my slick folds, and I look down only to see Globe’s face completely bloody.

“Who started the bloodbath without me?” Another baritone voice says from the doorway. My eyes widen as I take in the man standing there.

Holy shit.